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Episode 6: Mending the Sky, Chapter 4: Time (Part 4)

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    Chapter Four Time Four

    Why fight?  !  If it had been half a month ago, Ma Yueding would have written the four words "fame and wealth" without hesitation.  Tang people are straightforward, not so secretive in their thinking, and never shy about expressing their desire for power and wealth.  Especially for military generals, "Fame depends on horseback" is almost everyone's creed, and they don't care to say it in public.

    However, now Ma Yue is full of confusion.  He had already tasted the taste of wealth, and at the same time experienced a bloody betrayal; together with the leader of the local league, he had achieved fame that he had never thought of before in just one month, but the person who promoted them was  He was pushed under the enemy's hooves like rubbish, becoming a discarded object and a fence of flesh and blood; the position of a fourth-grade general brought him neither any glory nor any sense of security, but only made him suffer.  A humiliating Spring and Autumn Dream.  When I woke up from the dream, all that remained in my heart was deep regret and hatred.

    He hates Fang Guan, this shameless dog official who talks sweet words and uses swords to try to eliminate dissidents with the help of the rebels.  He hated the imperial court and this group of blind zombies who had let down the passion of their brothers.  If someone asked him to fight for the imperial court and the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty now, he would definitely drop the knife and walk far away instead of seeking death himself.  But if the battle is not for fame and wealth, not for the court and the emperor, then what is it for?

    Thinking of the eyes that could not be closed by the people in front of the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum, Ma Yue felt chills running down his spine. Unknowingly, sweat dripped down his forehead and temples in strands all over his face.  No, the reason why he raised the sword was not for the imperial court, not for fame and wealth, not from the beginning!  He just couldn't bear the atrocities committed by the rebels in his hometown, couldn't bear the fact that his last bit of property was taken away, and the neighbors and villagers were insulted before his eyes.  He and his brothers fought for survival and dignity, not for the eternal inheritance of a certain family or a certain surname!  It's just that they didn't know it at the time, they were just acting on their male instincts.

    Fighting for a knife is not for the wealthy, not for the surnames and surnames.  This Tang Dynasty does not belong to one family.  It is the Tang Dynasty for all Tang people, not the private property of a certain family or a certain surname.  If a man does not rise up to resist when the rebels attack at the door of his home, he can only watch helplessly as the last morsel of food is taken away, and he can only watch helplessly as his wife and children are bullied.  There is no escape and nowhere to go.  In the eyes of the intruders, everyone is prey.  People don't have time to distinguish who are the obedient people who welcome the king's master, and who are the loyal ministers of the Tang Dynasty!

    Recalling his experiences over the past month or so, a crazy and clear thought quickly emerged from Ma Yue's heart and flowed to his pen.  He raised his sleeves, wiped the sweat from his face, and waved his hair.  The handwriting is sloppy and messy, but the words are written clearly through the back of the paper.  He didn't care what the results would be after he handed in his answer sheet.  I just want to write down my feelings, and write them out happily.  This idea is crazy, not found in any sage, and will not be accepted by most people in the world.  If even the Anxi Army couldn't tolerate his madness, he could leave without hesitation.  From now on, he will no longer defect to any force, but will raise his own flag and fight against the rebels to the end.

    In only half of the allotted time, Ma Yue handed in his exam papers and strode out of the examination room.  Compared with the dejected look he had before entering the venue, he could be said to be completely transformed at this moment.  From head to toe, there is an air of confidence that cannot be concealed.

    When readers such as Guozi Liantian and Mei-bearded Shen saw Ma Yue's appearance, they guessed that he had done very well in the exam.  He walked over with a smile and asked in a low voice: "How is it? Is it much easier than the questions we encountered?!"

    "It's hard to say, easy to say, it just depends on each person's luck!" Ma Yue smiled and gave an ambiguous answer.

    Several readers were not willing to be dealt with by him using such vague words, and they gathered around to ask about the specific content of the exam.  Ma Yue answered without any concealment, which naturally triggered another heated debate.

    Fortunately, with the previous exam as a foreshadowing, although everyone couldn't reach a consensus on the last question, they wouldn't have to fight each other again.  I just feel that due to the huge differences between each other's views, some people must have no chance of being with the Anzai Army.  Unexpectedly, a few days later, a petty official suddenly came to deliver the order and summoned all those who had taken the exam, regardless of their views, to the Military Envoy Yamen.

    Zhao Huaixu, the commander of the Anxi Army, was a neat man. He just said a few words on behalf of the Jiedushi Master, and then ordered his subordinates to take out a pile of gold-painted petitions and distribute them to everyone one by one according to their names.  Down.  Then he ordered everyone to enter the camp as soon as possible to familiarize themselves with the rules of the Anxi Army and the specific responsibilities of each person.

    The person¡¯s surname was Tian Mingmao with the Chinese character face. He was awarded the seventh-grade civil service and was sent to serve as an aide to Song Wu, the envoy to the Anxi camp.  Beautiful bearded male surnamed Shen MingbinHe was also awarded the seventh-grade civil service and stayed with Zhao Huaixu.  Other readers either stay in the governor's camp in Anxi as errands, or join the army as a soldier in each battalion, with official positions ranging from the seventh to the eighth rank.

    Ma Yue was originally a fourth-rank Mingwei general, but this time he still held the same rank.  What was actually awarded was the captain of the selected front camp.  Although his power is far less than when he was under Fang Guan's tent, he has more than 300 new soldiers as direct subordinates, and he is no longer a mere general.

    Everyone was overjoyed and congratulated each other one after another.  While enjoying myself, I also felt that this time I was not able to be personally received by the Jiedushi Master, which was a bit of a fly in the ointment.  Frowning, he argued unwillingly: "I don't know what Jieduzhi has been busy with recently, but he can't even spare the time to see me. The threshold for this Anxi Army is too high."

    "That's right, that's right. The ancients also knew how to buy horse bones with a thousand pieces of gold. Although we are not as talented as the wind instruments, we"

    "Yes, although the official position given to us is not low, it is not suitable for employing people after all!"

    "Alas, who knows what he thinks, sir"

    While I was sighing, I suddenly heard someone next to me say: "Isn't it easy to see my general? Take the initiative to go to the front line. As long as you dare to rush to the front row, you are guaranteed to see the grace of my general!"

    Everyone was shocked and turned around quickly, explaining to the speaker that they were not dissatisfied with the treatment provided by the Anxi Army, but that they had admired the Governor Wang Xun for a long time and regretted that they could not thank him in person for his promotion.  The Anxi Army general shrugged, his bronze face full of goodwill: "There is no need to thank you. The Anxi Army is not like the imperial court, which does not pay attention to the red tape. As long as everyone has real skills and is willing to work hard, there will be no need to  I'm worried that I won't be reused. If I don't tell you, you can feel it yourself. Hurry down and familiarize yourself with military affairs. In three days, we will set off together to fight Sun Xiaozhe!"

    "Decisive battle?!" Everyone was in high spirits. They stopped thinking and went to report to their respective chief officers.  The bronze-faced Anxi Army general took a few steps outside, then turned back and asked loudly: "Ma Yue, Sun Anguo, Zheng Qigui, you three go back to the inn to pack your luggage, and then come directly with me. Choose  The chief officer of Feng Ying is Zhu, and we will take you there directly to save you from wasting your efforts to find a camp for Feng Ying!"

    Hearing this, Ma Yue and others secretly screamed "bad luck", hurried back to clean up, and followed the boss surnamed Zhu in fear.

    Although the general named Zhu was direct in his words, he had a good heart.  Seeing the cautious look of Ma Yue and the others, they smiled and comforted in a low voice: "You don't have to be like this. Who can't complain behind your back?! Not to mention that the general has no chance to hear what you just said.  Even if he hears it, he won't care about it. Don't worry, in our Anxi army, we have never heard of anyone being deliberately made difficult for just because he said a few grumbling words!"

    "Thank you for your advice, General!" Ma Yue, Sun Anguo, and Zheng Qigui thanked Si Zhu.  .

    "Why are you being so polite? I've told you, there are not so many red tapes in the Anxi Army!" General Zhu waved his hand, pulled his mount forward quickly, and ordered loudly, "This place is still far away from the front selection camp.  Let¡¯s get to know each other first. My name is Zhu Wuyi. I am now the general of Guide. I am in charge of the selection camp. I am responsible for training new soldiers and strong civilians, and delivering elites to other battalions. The three of you also signed up with your own surname. Zhu, okay?  Number!"

    "The last general, Ma Yue! Once upon a time, I was on the Lingwu side, where I was a small school leader who led troops into battle. When they were defeated in front of the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum, his life was saved by the general, so he rushed over to follow him."

    "My subordinate is Sun Anguo! I have admired the reputation of the general for a long time, so I am willing to do my best to help you."

    "Humble job, Zheng Qigui! I was originally working as a clerk in the Ministry of Household Affairs. I just escaped from Chang'an City half a month ago and wanted to find a job under the general's command!"

    The three of them quickly stopped and solemnly introduced themselves to Si.  Zhu Wuyi listened quietly, nodded, and said with a smile: "That's right. Zhu's camp is missing an officer, a commander and a general who is familiar with recruit training. He is probably the leader.  I was annoyed by Zhu, so I sent the three of you here. Now, with you here, Zhu can worry less. He doesn¡¯t have to be so busy that he can¡¯t even take a good sleep like he did some time ago.  I can¡¯t even find it!¡±

    "Please ask General Zhu for your support in the future!" Ma Yue and others bowed their hands and greeted Zhu Wuyi politely again.

    "You're welcome, you're welcome. Let's just take care of each other. Zhu hasn't read for a few days and doesn't know how to speak. In short, everyone, please relax, as long as you work hard, Zhu will never treat anyone badly!"

    "General Zhu thinks so highly of us, how dare we not die?!" Everyone nodded and responded in unison.

    Although the polite words are loud, each of themIn my heart, I felt something different.  Especially Ma Yue, who has transformed from a leader of the people to a new military captain. No matter how he thinks about it, he feels like he has to walk the same path all over again.  Unavoidably, I felt secretly vigilant.  In the dead of night, I thought to myself: "It's said to be a vanguard camp, but it's probably just like the Lingwu side, using some pretext to eliminate dissidents. Ignore him, if the Anxi army here and Lingwu side have the same moral character, I'm sure  He just looks for an opportunity and walks away. Anyway, on the battlefield, no one has time to keep their eyes on a little captain."
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