Chapter 245 The crossroads of history
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the border.
There are bright red bloodstains on the snow. They
are continuous and in patches.
Because it is winter, the corpses have not decayed for several days.
Lao Meng and his men passed by this village not long ago, asked for some water to drink, and sometimes came to exchange some things.
But at this moment, the village is extremely silent.
There is no sound at all.
There is only the sound of Lao Meng and his men stepping on the snow.
This village was massacred.
There are corpses of adults and babies, but no women.
This is the standard way of attack of the wrens.
Except for women, all men and children were killed.
Women can be taken back to be used as reproductive tools to continue the offspring, and food and property are all robbed.
They don't farm, and when it snows heavily in winter, they have no food source and will attack the State of Chu.
The wrens are vicious and bloodthirsty. When they were strong, they killed all the way to Jiangzhou, where blood flowed like a river, and frightened the people of Chu.
They don't build, but only destroy and kill people in a barbaric way.
If it weren't for General Meng guarding the border, this tragedy would probably happen again every few years.
It was also because of General Meng's guarding that the younger generation has forgotten the tragedy.
The current emperor probably forgot it too, after all, the wrens only killed people in Jiangzhou and didn't kill them in the capital.
When he saw the body of the baby, General Meng couldn't help but close his eyes.
Without even waiting for his men to make a move, he personally picked up the baby and gently held it in his arms.
He loved children very much. He loved them so much
that it was impossible not to love them.
If a child from the neighborhood was naughty and ran away from the army camp, Lao Meng would at most criticize them once or twice and give them some snacks.
Children are the future hope of a family, and also the future and hope of a country.
He couldn't bear to see children die like this. How long have they been in the world? They haven't grown up yet, and they die like this. He was so distressed that he couldn't express it in words.
Lao Meng led troops in battle for many years, and it could be said that he killed many people, but he had never killed a child.
He buried the bodies of the entire village.
The old man who was still talking a few days ago was now frozen hard.
There was no luck, the wrens were vicious and cruel.
Lao Meng exhaled a few times, and it turned into white mist.
The snow fell early this winter, and they don't have enough supplies to survive the winter, so they will definitely come back to rob again.
It was cold and frozen, and his wrists hurt a little. The wind was like a knife cutting his face.
Everyone was silent.
General Meng felt a little sad.
There was no end to the war.
The Mynahs seemed to be getting stronger.
They couldn't do such a sudden attack before, killing people and leaving. They didn't have any news at all, and it felt like there was a traitor.
He felt that he would die here one day.
Maybe this is where he is buried.
He had a premonition that he would die here.
His premonitions were always accurate.
There were frequent chaos in the court, and the Mynahs were also restless and provoking. He couldn't
take care of both ends.
Those who are loyal to the emperor and righteous always die first.
It's sad.
Old Meng actually received news from the capital. An unknown female stick predicted that the Meng family would be extinct, and everyone actually believed it.
Poor thing.
The wind and snow are getting stronger now, and the bodies that were dragged out seem to be quickly covered by snow.
If those civil officials were to come, they would probably compose a poem, what a big snow, how beautiful.
It snows at night when the roof leaks.
If the snow falls, it may be too late to march to the next village.
The Myna cavalry has an advantage in speed. Even if they walk in the snow, they may continue to collect bodies like this.
"Cough cough." Old Meng coughed a few times.
It was cold, and he inhaled a breath of cold air when he opened his mouth.
Buried those bodies.
Old General Meng prepared to continue leading his troops forward.
The wind was strong and the snow was heavy.
The soldiers were also a little numb.
The body was numb from the cold, and the mind was also somewhat numb.
Because when looking at the corpses of the same kind, the overly excited emotions had passed.
I had already learned to get used to it.
Anyone could die.
Today it was them, tomorrow it could be me.
In fact, they had already died a long time ago. They
had fought against the Mynah several times, and they had always survived in desperate situations.
This was largely due to the continuous supply of food and clothing sent here by the Jiang family, which boosted the trade routes here and used the meager profits to ensure the basic living conditions of the soldiers.
After burying the corpses, they simply made a fire and cooked a meal, at least to have a bite of hot food, so that they would have the strength to continue chasing.
This time the Mynah were unusually vicious, slaughtering villages along the way, as if they were deliberately leading Lao Meng to kill them.
Lao Meng ate in silence. Sometimes, even though he knew it was a trap, he had to rush in.
This is a conspiracy.
I kill your people, and if you don't move, I will continue to kill. When you are all gone, you will come back.
He was just adjusting his emotions in silence.
It didn't matter if he died, he would die anyway.
But he still couldn't let go of his wife, children, and grandchildren.
His son was loyal.
His grandson was sincere.
They were taught too well.
Sometimes, Old Meng felt that the State of Chu was not worthy of his children and grandchildren.
So when Shao Xia wrote to him saying that he wanted to live with a girl for three years, he agreed without hesitation.
His family already had this old man working hard for the country, and he could lose his life at any time, so someone had to be able to survive.
His family was small, so he was worried and regretful that he would not be able to see his descendants after his death.
People in the world believe in ghosts and gods.
He believed in them too.
Because every battle was a life-and-death struggle, if you don't believe in ghosts and
gods, what would you believe in? If you can survive, you are lucky and have snatched a life back from the hands of ghosts and gods.
If history had not changed.
After eating this meal, General Meng led his troops to chase the wren.
The wren set a trap, and General Meng died in battle due to the betrayal of the person he trusted most.
The snow covered the ground.
The bodies were not dug out until two months later.
This group of people will all die.
At this moment, they are eating with big mouthfuls. They
eat instant noodles, dried meat, and dry steamed buns, which are very rich.
They are also wearing thick clothes with cotton wool inside, which is relatively warm.
This winter is very cold, but they are living better than in previous years.
When General Meng was eating halfway,
the signalman came running.
"She gave birth. She gave birth."
"What did you say?"
"General, your grandson's wife gave birth. She gave birth to twins, two sons in one breath."
The signalman had a runny nose, and the snot froze into crumbs that he couldn't swallow back. He finished speaking in one breath.
The noodles in Old Meng's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and half of the noodles fell on his body, but he didn't feel it was hot.
There was still noodles in his mouth, which he hadn't chewed completely, so he swallowed them in big mouthfuls.
Then he burst into laughter.
As he laughed, his eyes turned red.
It was so cold.
Today, he personally held the body of a young child in his arms and buried it carefully.
While burying it, he kept muttering that in the next life, he would be born into a good family, or at least live in a warmer place. It was too damn cold here.
His Meng family had descendants.
His grandson had two babies in one birth.
He had great-grandchildren.
"Ha!"
Old Meng let out a long sigh.
"Save more food, save more food at night, take out all the food you have and have a good meal. Cheers to the dead, celebrate the new life." Old General Meng picked up the half bowl of noodles on the ground and said to everyone.
"Save more food. Cheers to the dead, celebrate the new life."
"Cheers to the dead, celebrate the new life."
"Cheers to the dead, celebrate the new life."
The voices were heard.
In the distant mountains, the snow on the trees fell off.
I don't know what they are celebrating.
Suddenly it seems very lively and exciting.
The ambushed wrens were very impatient.
It was snowing hard tonight.
If the enemy didn't come, they would suffer all night and get sick. The wrens' lives were also at stake.
They received accurate information that General Meng would definitely come.
But he was late, and they heard laughter and shouting, which made them a little impatient.
Old Meng was very excited.
He avoided the crowd and cried to the old man who had fought side by side with him for many years.
He hugged him and cried in a very ungraceful way.
While crying, he suddenly touched the knife on the old man.
Old Meng was unbelievable.
His actions were faster than his thoughts. He pulled out the knife and stabbed it into the old man's back.
"Brother Yubei, why? Why did you betray me?"
The snow was blowing hard.
The wrens were still waiting.
Old Meng can't come tonight. He celebrated having a great grandson, and then lost his best friend. He laughed and cried, and continued to bury the body.
The north wind blew, and the snowflakes flew.
The branches snapped.
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