Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 64

"This black-toothed Chang Zhizhen should thank you, Saburo. If it weren't for you, he might be killed in a daze someday! It's a pity that I don't know who wrote the letter!"

"We don't know, but Black Tooth Changzhi should be able to guess."

"Yes, he should know who most wants him to die!"

"Since you saved him this time, why not be a good man to the end, go find some captives and ask them to send the box back to Hei Chi Chang Zhi!" Wang Wenzuo folded the letter and returned it to He Bayong.

"Wonderful!" He Bayong clapped his hands violently: "It's better for them to fight to the death by themselves, so we don't have to worry about it!"

"Yeah!" Wang Wenzuo nodded: "If Datang wants to gain a firm foothold here, Baekje can rule Baekje. Otherwise, even if it wins for a while, it will eventually lose!"

Many years later, Liu Pingji can still recall the scene at that time: the earth was torn apart by the iron hooves of the war horses, and the remaining wheat straw and shrubs were stepped into the soil, and the spears and arrows inserted on the ground were watered with blood and became new. The horrible crops, corpses everywhere, like evil fruits waiting to be harvested, crows hovering over the battlefield, making ominous cries, the exhausted Baekje prisoners were driven by the Tang, like a flock of tame sheep, all expressionless and lifeless , staggering pace.Fear seemed to be an invisible big hand, strangling his throat, making him unable to breathe.He couldn't imagine what it would be like if he was among them, maybe he was more likely to be reduced to a corpse on the ground-his hands were used to grinding, carving, and patterning, rather than drawing bows, stabbing spears, and swinging knives.

"Have you seen everything?"

Liu Pingji turned his head, saw his father's solemn face, and nodded: "I have seen it all, Grandpa!"

"This is the Tang people! They are first-rate painters, monks, craftsmen, poets, and the cruelest warriors!" Liu Chongguang sighed: "There are so many people who were strong and good men yesterday, but now-- "Speaking of this, his lips trembled slightly, his eyes were filled with tears, and he couldn't continue.

"Grandfather!" Liu Pingji grabbed his father's arm and said in a low voice, "At least we're not inside, maybe you'll feel better thinking about it that way!"

"Yes!" Liu Chongguang nodded: "It's better to pity others than to be pitied by others. No matter what, our father and son are still fine, really blessed by the Bodhisattva!"

"Yes!" Liu Pingji sighed, suddenly a thought came to his mind, he hesitated, and said in a low voice: "Grandpa, can we ask the general of the Tang people to allow us to build a pagoda here?"

"pagoda?"

"Yes! Build a pagoda to save the dead!"

"This—" Liu Chongguang was stunned for a moment: "But these are all rebels, right? The people of Tang must hate them, so why would they allow us to build pagodas for them? Besides, we can only build pagodas, but not Chanting scriptures and consecration!"

"There might be monks among the captives. How do we know if we don't ask!" Liu Pingji laughed and said, "I think that Tang general would agree. There is no hindrance!"

"Forget it, let's try it!" Liu Chongguang was finally persuaded by his son: "If so many people are exposed to the wilderness, they will definitely turn into wraiths, wandering between heaven and earth forever, and cannot be reincarnated, that would be too pitiful !"

"To build a pagoda for the war dead?" Wang Wenzuo raised his voice subconsciously.

"Yes!" Sancho was taken aback, and quickly defended: "But it was the idea of ​​those two Baekje craftsmen, and the subordinate was soft-hearted for a moment, so-"

"No, no, no, that's a good idea!"

"Good idea?" Sancho was stunned, and asked tentatively: "Your Majesty, you agree!"

"Of course, why don't you agree to such a good thing?" Wang Wenzuo laughed.

"But most of the dead are traitors, enemies!"

"It's when you're alive, but it's not when you're dead! We've already won the battle. There's no need to show power over the dead body and make people angry! It's the style of a king to use force and morality. You go tell that Two craftsmen, they have done a good job in this work, you should do it well, and I will reward them with ten bolts of silk after the work is done." At this point, Wang Wenzuo took off his waist card: "Give this to him and tell them that if they need labor, You can choose someone from among the captives, we will wait here for a day, I don’t know if there is enough time!"

"Enough, enough!" Liu Chongguang said excitedly, "I've already seen that there are many stones near the battlefield. We just need to pile up the stones, mix some mortar temporarily, and then carve a Bodhisattva on the big stones above. That's it!"

"That's good!" Sancho took out a waist card and handed it to Liu Chongguang: "You take this well, you just go to the captives to pick out the manpower, two hundred and three hundred are fine, and there will be rewards if the job is done! Hey, the general is really a Kind people, you father and son are really lucky!"

Looking at the back of Sancho leaving, Liu Chongguang stroked the delicate and dense patterns on the waist card, and sighed to his son: "Maybe you are right. In the eyes of the Bodhisattva, all living beings are equal, and there is no difference between Tang people and Baekje people!"

Moaning, pain, stench, despair, this is a prisoner of war camp.

Huicong curled up, wrapping his bare feet in robes as much as possible to avoid frostbite—in a panic, he strayed into the mud, lost his shoes, and then became a prisoner of the Tang people, but luckily he was not injured—at this time the injury It means death, and no one will waste wound medicine on prisoners.

"Auntie, Auntie!"

Huicong turned his head and looked around where the groans came from, only to see a man lying on the ground, his face flushed and muttering to himself, obviously hysterical.He hesitated for a moment, crawled over, reached out and touched the man's forehead, it was terribly hot.

"Who can get some water, even snow!"

The surroundings were silent, and a few minutes later someone answered, "Where is the water? Only blood!"

Huicong raised his head, surrounded by dull faces, he sighed, sat cross-legged beside the man, put his palms together, and began to recite the "Sutra of Rebirth".

"Whoever wants to work, a piece of cake and a bowl of hot soup; whoever wants to work, a piece of cake and a bowl of hot soup!"

Huicong stood up and saw two men standing at Yingkou, the older one was shouting loudly, but his accent was Sibi accent.

"Can you give me hot soup? Someone here has a fever!" Huicong said loudly.

"Have a fever? Okay, okay, bring it right away!" Liu Chongguang responded, quickly took a ceramic bowl, made a bowl of hot soup, and sent it over. mouth, fed a few mouthfuls of hot soup into it, the man made a noise in his throat, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and gradually regained consciousness.

(End of this chapter)