The round and smooth young lady, dressed in white and red skirt, feet wearing embroidered shoes, hands holding red fruit garlands.
Under the influence of longing, even a thin painting can become a reality. The crisp sound of silver bells seems to be around the ears, carrying the flattering fear at the first meeting, the calm certainty during the interaction, and the confident pride after becoming familiar.
"Third older brother."
Someone calls at the door, with some ostentation.
Fang Heng rolls up the scroll and glances over coldly, just to see Jiang Qi covering Jiang Ba escaping.
"You guys are tired of living, dare to make fun of the general." Jiang Yi pretends to scold, and bows with hands folded, "General, don't get angry with these monkeys. I will train them more later."
When people meet at different ages, experience development and encounters, they become brand new selves.
Jiang Yi is only two or three years older than the other Jiangs, but he has already become a steady and mature big brother.
Fang Heng looks at him, as if seeing through time and space to Xu Mo, using his never-bending spine to lead his younger siblings forward, and can't help feeling warmth in his heart.
It would be even better if Jiang Yi didn't secretly make gestures to his brothers with his hands behind his back.
Fang Heng lifts the corners of his mouth and deliberately asks, "How should I train them properly?"
Jiang Yi hesitates and does not answer.
"In my opinion, let them run around the headquarters twenty laps, and then do two thousand squats." Fang Heng decisively says, "Oh yes, don't let them eat bacon for dinner tonight either."
Jiang Yi looks bitter, knowing he has to disappoint his brothers' expectations.
Jiang Qi and Jiang Ba dare not play tricks anymore, and obediently walk into the tent, "General, we were wrong."
"We shouldn't pretend to be girls calling the general. We won't dare to do it again."
The two squat on the ground, hug their heads with their hands, a classic surrender posture.
Jiang Yi does not hesitate, and squats down as well, "I didn't educate my brothers well. I am at fault."
There is a cold atmosphere in the tent. Even the most mischievous soldiers have to tuck in their tails.
Just as the three Jiangs are worried, the curtain is lifted, and the solemn Jiang Wu walks in, "General, there seems to be a commotion in the southern village. More than a dozen Northern Nomads are roaming and looting."
After the great battle recorded in history, the Northern Nomads have domestic and foreign troubles, and finally gave up attacking the Dayu Dynasty, and turned to recuperate instead.
But this does not mean the border is safe thereafter.
The biggest problem with the alien race is that they cannot eat enough in winter. As long as someone goes hungry, there will be risk-taking, killing, burning and looting.
The Dayu soldiers stationed at the border can only do their best to investigate and provide timely rescue.
Just like now, Fang Heng almost thinks before he acts, hangs up his sword, gets up and says, "Come with me, all of you."
The seventeen-year-old teenager held his head high and strode out. The moment he walked out of the tent, tomorrow was high overhead.
Jiang Qi and Jiang Ba breathed a sigh of relief, got up and gave the thumbs up to their fifth sister.
"Hurry up and follow." Jiang Wu is not happy, "If you mess around next time, I won't stand up for you."
She says so with her mouth, but which time is she not selfless.
Those rich feelings of kinship have never been fixed on some people. They roam the world, passing countless loving people, and entering countless soft hearts.
It can be Jiang Yi reluctantly covering up for his brothers, or Jiang Wu voluntarily changing the subject for her brothers.
It can be Xu Mo painting the most beautiful image of Jiang Sheng, or Fang Heng staring at the scroll for a long time.
Perhaps it is also Fang Heng knowing Jiang Wu's intention, but still getting on his horse and rushing towards the unknown Northern Nomads.
The sky and the earth are icy cold, and the dead branches keep retreating.
Fang Heng's original intention was to patrol two laps and then go back, but the abnormal tranquility ahead made him frown and murmur, "At this time, shouldn't they be preparing dinner?"
He remembers such anomalies happened at the time when the Braided girl was murdered.
That girl who was the same age as his sister but had a different fate, lying in a pool of blood, has always been a pain in his heart.
"Let's go over and take a look." Fang Heng mutters to himself and gallops away.
The guards and soldiers follow him at the same time, trying to reduce the sound as much as possible.
The village is just ahead. There is no cooking smoke, no movement, no parents' calls, and no babble of children.
But when they get closer, there are no brutal Northern Nomads, no corpses or blood pools either.
"What exactly is the situation?" Jiang Yi is terrified and puzzled, "Could it be that the Northern Nomads have invaded on a large scale and ambushed here?"
"No, impossible." Jiang Wu rejects, "The Northern Nomads are in civil strife. The position of Khan has not been determined yet. How can they have the mind to ambush us?"
After eliminating all possibilities, there is only the impossible left.
Could it be that the villagers... have all quietly met with misfortune?
Thinking of the Braided girl in the pool of blood, thinking of the countless missing villages, Fang Heng feels a lump in his throat. He doesn't dare to delay any longer, abandons his horse and moves forward.
The guards follow his example and hand over their horses to the accompanying soldiers.
Like countless rescues, the elites take the lead to investigate, while the main troops surround and converge.
The disadvantage is that it is more dangerous. The advantage is that mobility is higher.
But Fang Heng is not afraid of such danger. Jiang Yi, Jiang Er, Jiang Wu, Jiang Liu, Jiang Qi and Jiang Ba behind him are not afraid either. They hold long knives, arch their waists, sneak in with the most agile posture, and listen with the most vigilant posture.
There are no people at the village entrance, no people in the houses. When they reach the central square, there is finally a sound.
Jiang Yi holds up Jiang Wu, and the agile girl stretches out her head to see, only to find the villagers lying horizontally and vertically, and the smell of tung oil diffusing in the air.
A few Northern Nomads are grinning hideously, still sprinkling on the elderly and children.
The burning in killing, burning and looting has finally reappeared!
Jiang Wu's eyes instantly turn red, and even the limbs stepping on her brother's body tremble. She barely says with all her strength, "They want to burn down the whole village. They knocked out all the villagers. They are committing evil."
More sinister than ordinary robbery, more vicious than usual slaughter.
Burning means the entire village will vanish, and people returning from afar, they won't even have a place to kneel down and kowtow.
These conscienceless beasts!
Fang Heng gestures, and Jiang Ba, the most agile one, rushes out like a rabbit to inform the main force.
Jiang Wu jumps down from Jiang Yi's shoulder, almost at the same time gripping the long knife, lurking by the wall.
They stare wide-eyed at the Northern Nomads. At the moment the flint is taken out, they swiftly rush out.
The following melee cannot really be called fierce.
But after all the Northern Nomads are killed, smelling the strong tung oil, looking at the flints lying in the corner, tears well up in Fang Heng's eyes.
He thinks of the sleeping Braided girl again, thinking of that innocent smile, and the "Ada" over and over again.
Many years ago, he failed to save the Braided girl from the knife. Many years later, he will save one Braided girl after another, and hear "Ada" over and over again.
He is Fang Heng. He will guard the border and never retreat.
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