Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 1 Fifteen Returning from the Army

In October of the fifth year of Tang Xianqing (AD 660), Sibi, the capital of Baekje (now Buyeo County, South Chungcheong Province, Korea).

Fifteen to join the army, eighty to return.

Dao meets the villagers: "Who is there in the family?"

"From the distance, it's Jun's family, and the pine and cypress mounds are full."

The rabbit enters from the dog sinus, and the pheasant flies from the beam.

The atrium is born in the valley, and the inoue is born in the sun.

Chonggu is used to make rice, and sunflowers are picked to make soup.

The rice soup is cooked for a while, and I don't know who it will be.

Going out and looking east, tears fell on my clothes.

Twilight was falling, and the sky was covered with sporadic fine snow. Wang Wenzuo could feel the snowflakes falling on his face, which melted when he touched his face, like tears.

The sound of Qiang flute from outside the city, the melody is sad, and the low-pitched echoing voice from the military camp below the city is singing the song "Fifteen Congregation in the Army".

The poem is originally about the sad scene of an old soldier returning home but his family is dilapidated, leaving him alone. It is similar to the state of mind of the soldiers of the Tang Army at this time. It's just in line with everyone's state of mind at this time.

"Although the Yellow Sea is wide, it can be crossed eventually, but what stands in front of me is a thousand years of time. Even if there are hundreds of feet of giant ships, I can't cross it! You may return to your hometown one day, but I am afraid that you will never see your loved ones again in this life. The face of a friend!"

Wang Wenzuo sighed and wiped off the snow on his face. It has been more than three years since he traveled to this world. He was panicked at the beginning, then became a slave to someone else's house, and finally was forced to serve in the army instead of Li Daitao. In the short three years, I have experienced more things than the past twenty years combined.

The faces of his family and friends in his memory are also somewhat blurred. Sometimes he also asks himself, is everything in front of him just a dream or is it real?
"At least you gave me a armored weapon, livestock and horses, it's not a bad treatment!" Wang Wenzuo showed a wry smile on his face. At that time, it was the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, and the military system was still in effect. Those who joined the army had to prepare their own soldiers. If there is a shortage of people who can carry cattle and donkeys and food in clothing, their status in the army can only be done as servants, and their status is low, and vice versa.

The family that forced Wang Wenzuo to join the army instead of their son was not stingy in this regard. They took out the whole set of household items they had prepared for their son. As soon as Wang Wenzuo arrived in the army, he became a fire chief (a minor leader of the army in the Tang Dynasty), and he also had a dozen people under his command.

"It's just that I don't know when it will end like this!" Wang Wenzuo looked into the distance. Not far from the city wall was the market, and a little further was the residential area. Rows of decent-looking courtyards, but Most of them are empty, and less than a third are still inhabited, as a result of the war.

Two months ago, Su Dingfang, the general manager of Tang Shenqiu Dao's march, led an army of [-] troops across the sea. After a series of victories, they came under the capital of Baekje, and the king of Baekje, Fuyu Yici, had to surrender.Many Baekje nobles were killed when the city was broken, and the rest were taken back to Tang Dynasty by Su Dingfang. Those who slipped through the net fled back to their own territory. They hid in the fortified mountain city, watching these aliens coldly. Intruders, waiting for the situation to change.

"Sanlang Wang!" A familiar voice came from under the city wall, and Wang Wenzuo poked his head out, but it was He Bayong, who was in his army robe, "Liu Tuantou is going to hunt in Luwei Ze tonight, Sanlang, are you going too?" ?”

"Of course I'm going!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "But I still have to go around the city, maybe you have to wait for me for a while!"

"Hurry up, don't delay! We will wait for you under the big locust tree outside the west gate!"

Wang Wenzuo walked around the city wall twice, and then he came down to the city.Back at his residence, he saw a man with braided hair sitting cross-legged on the ground, pounding beans. This was the only harvest he had so far in Baekje—a Mahan herder slave (Baekje was a slavery country at the time, and the upper class was The Fuyu people who went south, the lower class is the local Sanhan people, namely Mahan, Chenhan, and Bianhan, the three local tribes in southern Korea in ancient times).

"Sancho, don't do it! Get the horses ready, bring dry food, and we'll go hunting in the Luwei Lake tonight! If we're lucky, we'll have venison tomorrow!" Wang Wenzuo said while gesticulating. Getting along with each other, the Ma and Han people can already speak some simple Chinese, and Wang Wenzuo can also speak some local dialects, and they can already communicate with each other with gestures.

Wang Wenzuo also gave him a name from "Don Quixote".When Sanqiu heard Wang Wenzuo said that there was meat to eat, he grinned happily, dropped the wooden pestle, and ran to the stable behind the house.

Perhaps because he was a shepherd, Sancho moved very quickly, and within a short time, he prepared his mount and pack horse. Wang Wenzuo also took off his armor, changed into a light jacket, and put his bow and bag Hu Lu Hanging on the saddle, with a dagger stuck in his waist; Sancho piled up all the dry food and sundries on the pack horse, took an iron fork himself, and the master and servant led the horse and went to the west gate.

After leaving the west gate, I saw a group of people standing or sitting under the big locust tree beside the road. They were the same robes who had called me to go hunting earlier. I saw Wang Wenzuo standing up one after another from a distance.

The leader is wearing a gauze head, wearing a black military uniform with tight sleeves, a cowhide belt covered with silver nails, and a long knife hanging from his waist. The one with the highest official position: "Since Saburo is here, everyone is here, everyone get on their horses and set off!"

The crowd answered, and jumped on their horses, and Sancho jumped on the pack horses, and followed closely behind.He was riding a pack horse, which was much shorter than the war horses that the others were riding, and it carried a lot of dry food and sundries, so he naturally fell behind. It looked very funny, and immediately drew a burst of laughter.

"Sanlang!" Liu An looked back at Sancho, who was trying to urge the horse, and asked Wang Wenzuo: "When the city was broken, everyone was fighting for a woman of wealth, why did you choose this shepherd?"

Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "I don't want to have a dispute with my companions over property and women. Seeing that this shepherd is injured and lying on the ground and no one cares about it, it's very pitiful, so I chose him!"

"Sanlang really has a bodhisattva's heart!" Liu An laughed: "But now it seems that you are the most cost-effective, and good people are rewarded with good rewards!"

"Why do you say that?"

"I received a letter from my family two days ago!" Liu An's face showed a trace of gloom: "The letter mentioned that after the last group of returnees returned home, not only the affairs of the honorary officers were ruined, but also the hard work of fighting the war. The property obtained is also often extorted. When I go back, I am afraid that the property will be robbed by others, but your shepherd slave is inconspicuous, so he should be able to keep it, and it is not a waste of time!"

"So that's the case, no wonder I just heard the sound of resentment and injustice in the sound of the flute on the top of the city!"

"That's right!" Liu An sighed, "I've traveled thousands of miles across the ocean, and all I want is for the Son of Heaven to defeat the enemy and make meritorious deeds, so that I can honor my ancestors after returning to my hometown! I didn't expect to end up in such a land. How can I not be chilled?"

(End of this chapter)