Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

179 The Way Forward
Wen Zhongrong is not stupid, he understood immediately after hearing this, nodded and said: "If brother Tang wants to join the gang, and condescends to live in Xiaozhai for a while, I would like to recommend you to my brother when he returns."

Tang Bin was overjoyed: "That's great, thank you Brother Wen so much."

Immediately, the two shook hands and made peace, and went up the mountain together hand in hand, someone behind him lifted the hapless little leader, and when he woke up, it was already half a day later.

……

Looking away, Weisheng Army Shiti Mountain, Tianhu's old village.

As the weather warmed up, green shoots broke through the soil stained with dark red blood, but there were still white snowdrifts hidden in places where the sun could not shine, stubbornly frozen.The mountain wind blows through here, the cloak is slightly stroked in the wind, and there are some wet spots on the hair tips.

Lu Bu rode a red rabbit and stationed on the hill, looked at the vehicles and soldiers moving in the noise below, turned his head to look at Qiao Lie amidst the whistling wind, behind were the knights guarding the two, and then used only The two heard voices talking: "I didn't expect that Sun An and Bian Xiang would gain a lot in the other two villages. I thought that when they led the troops, the people in the villages had already run away."

"Brother underestimates the greed of the people in the green forest." Qiao Lie looked at the figure wearing a horn helmet on a war horse and carefully guarding beside the carriage, and said: "People in the green forest are all greedy, and sometimes they know that what is in front of them is A hook with bait, but still hoping to take a bite first to eat the bait, and leave the hook there.”

"Heh..." The corners of Lu Bu's mouth twitched: "It seems like this, so many surrendered soldiers plus people from Baodu Village, the mountain is finally not so embarrassing."

Qiao Lie was also cheerful: "The three cottages add up to [-] surrendered soldiers, and there are more than [-] soldiers from Baodu Mountain. When we go back, there may be nearly [-] people on the mountain."

"It's still less..." Lu Bu murmured, and then stretched Chitu: "Let's go, pick up the people from Baodu Mountain and go back together."

The horseshoes moved, the soil turned up, and amidst the smell of the soil, a group of more than ten people ran down the hill and merged into the crowd. Amidst the noise, the vehicles rolled out deep ruts and headed southeast.

……

In the barracks outside the Longde Mansion, the officers and soldiers who had been slack for a long time became tense again. The sound of drills sounded again in the school grounds after many days. The sound of shouting to kill was very majestic, but it was only from the sight of their movements that they were erratic and out of shape. There are days without practice.In the central tent, the newly appointed sixth general is sitting at the top, and below him sits an uneasy general. The sixth general at the top is looking at the records and information collected by the army for the past two months, coughing twice from time to time .

In the middle of Jichun, the soldiers and horses in the Baodu Mountain village changed, and they passed through the periphery of Panxiu Mountain and disappeared.

At the end of Jichun, the Weisheng army suspected that there was an incident of bandits attacking each other. The stronghold of Tian Hu, the leader of the bandits, was destroyed.

In Meng Xiazhong, the three mountain cottages of the Weisheng Army were burned, and the people in the cottages disappeared.

At the end of Mengxia, the Baodushan cottage in Longde Mansion was abandoned and burned, and it was suspected that a large number of vehicles and people passed through the mansion and entered Zezhou.

bang——

The palm of his flesh was slapped on the table, and the old man with gray beard and hair covered his mouth and coughed violently: "Cough cough...Hedong Road officers and soldiers...cough cough, what are they doing? Do you still look like a soldier? Cough cough cough..."

"This……"

The generals below looked at each other and winked at each other. The new sixth general seemed to be a serious person. I heard that Mr. Qian Jiqian, who was standing behind him to appease him, was not easy to be fooled. Life will be difficult now .

Zhang Qing, who followed him to his post, stood up: "General, Zhang Qing would like to take his troops out to investigate and understand."

The sixth general at the top was Tian Zimao, who was dispatched and promoted from Hebei. He shook his head when he heard the words: "It's late, it's useless for you to find out at this time."

Throwing the record booklet in his hand onto the table, the old man stood up straight and coughed twice: "From today onwards, I will be in charge of the training on the East Road. Whoever dares to be vague, I will do it according to the law!"

All the generals below hurriedly stood up, bowed and cupped their hands together: "Your command!"

"Everyone go down, Zhang Qing stays, ahem..."

A group of generals bowed and left the door. Tian Zimao and others coughed heart-piercingly just after they went out. Zhang Qing hurried forward to stroke the veteran's back.

Tian Zimao pushed Zhang Qing's hand away, thumped his chest, and gasped: "No need, my body knows it. I asked you to stay because I wanted to ask you if you would like to take some responsibility on me."

"Uncle Tian said, I am willing to do whatever you want me to do." Zhang Qing replied with a serious face. Since his hidden weapon was broken years ago, he learned marksmanship from the old man. Now he has made great progress consciously, and his temper has calmed down. I have a little more respect for this old man who is willing to teach me.

"Okay." Tian Zimao looked at the handsome young man in front of him, smiled, and picked up a letter from the table: "You are young and promising, and the achievements you have made over the years are obvious to all."

He reached out and put the letter in Zhang Qing's hand: "It's just that if you stay with me, you won't have anything to learn. From now on, you should make a name for yourself in the army."

"Uncle Tian..."

Tian Zimao raised his palm to signal Zhang Qing not to speak: "That letter is a letter I wrote to my old friend in Bianliang. If you take this letter and go to Bianliang to find him, he will try to make you the general of the Yifu. I can help you at last."

"Yes, but I'm too young..."

"Who didn't come here at a young age." Tian Zimao laughed, and patted Zhang Qing's shoulder with his hand: "I had no one to help me when I was young, so I had to bite the bullet by myself. You are much luckier than me, but Uncle Tian, ​​I have limited abilities, what I can do to help you is to help you, what happens in the future is still up to you."

Zhang Qing was a little bit reluctant when he heard the words: "But Uncle Tian, ​​I don't want to leave you..."

"Bullshit!" Tian Zimao stood up, his old body still tall and straight: "When the chick still leaves the nest to fly alone, are you going to grow up under my wings all the time?"

"That's not what I mean."

"Then take this letter and go to Bianliang. I will let Ding Desun and Gong Wang go with you, so that you won't be left without a single confidant when you arrive."

"This is!"

Tian Zimao patted Zhang Qing's head: "Your kung fu is not good enough, you need to practice the marksmanship taught you often, so as to save yourself from being hacked by someone close to you when you go to the battlefield in the future. This is an embarrassment to my old face."

"Yes, I wrote it down." Zhang Qing showed an ugly smile.

"Write it down and get out and get ready." Tian Zimao kicked him with a smile: "Don't forget to write a letter to me when you get a new official position."

"Don't worry, Uncle Tian." Zhang Qing forced a smile: "There is plenty of time to take up the post, and I will personally sue you when the time comes."

Tian Zimao just smiled and shook his head, and Zhang Qing talked with him for a while before leaving. Soon, Sanqi rushed out from the barracks and headed for Bianliang, Tokyo.

　Just finished writing, and it's hot out of the oven. . . . . .

　　I like Tian Zimao very much, because his story is a sign of the hard work of a child from a peasant family in the Northern Song Dynasty. It is a pity that his life has reached its peak and it is coming to an end. Let him play again. Next time we can only live in the memory. ╮(╯▽╰)╭

　　
　
(End of this chapter)