Autobiography of a beast

The battle site is actually not far from our city, but in late autumn, the wind from the north is blowing against your face, which is really uncomfortable enough.We traveled for three days, camped ten miles away from the main battlefield, and entered a state of preparation.

Everyone in the army is gearing up, waiting for the beginning of the war.

When the horn of war sounded, the heavy sound poured into my mind like that, which made me a little dazed.But soon I came back to my senses, ran forward with the black and black army, and then rushed into the battlefield with a knife in my hand.

On the battlefield, I don't have to worry about laws and regulations, and I happily swing the sword in my hand to slash at people.Blood gushed from the man's chest and sprayed my face, which was still warm.But the smell of blood not only did not make me timid but stimulated me even more, the knife in my hand swung the next enemy who was rushing towards me faster.

It was full of blood, and my eyes were covered in red.I felt like I had been shot in the arm and slashed in the back. It hurt a little, and the same warm blood gushed from the wound.But I couldn't stop, I could only continue to wave the knife in my hand at the people rushing up layer after layer.

I don't know how long it took to cut, my arms felt so tired that I couldn't lift them, and finally the enemy retreated.

"Is this victory?" This was my last thought before I fell to the ground.

When I woke up, I was sent back to the camp, lying face down on the makeshift bed with the cloth bandages all over my body.Listening to the people around me talking about the battle, saying that after I fainted, the enemy charged for a few more rounds, but was repelled in the first round, and there was not much fighting spirit left to support them to charge again, so they never charged. They were able to penetrate our defenses, but lost a lot of people and things. When they realized that the situation was not right, they retreated in desperation.

A war ended in such a hurry.

When I heard this, my heart was relieved, and I felt pain everywhere in my body, arms, legs, back...everywhere.

"Oh, it's really embarrassing..."

But no matter what, it was a victory.The whole battle, together with marching and preparing for the battle, packed up the battlefield and retreated back to the city, lasted about two months.

I only heard people outside reading the list of dead soldiers on the second day after the battle was over and the battlefield was cleared.

Da Zhuang is impressively listed.

I suddenly felt a lot better and the wound started to hurt again, and it felt like my heart was throbbing.Regardless of the obstacles of the doctors around me, I forced myself to stand up, opened the curtain and grabbed the booklet from the reader's hand, and frantically searched for the name I was familiar with.

really he...

Looking at this name, I suddenly thought of the anticipation on Da Zhuang’s face when we barbecued in the forest, it was so vivid, his voice seemed to be still ringing in my ears... But all the vivid things, now, only It turned into a few drops of black ink on the paper.

I wanted to ask him how he died, but no sound came out of my mouth.

Nothing more than being chopped, shot, trampled to death by horses...

I don't know what to think, but there are many ideas in my mind rushing out.Squeezing my head hurts.

I don't remember how I spent those few days in chaos. Shi Shuangqiang and my elder brother also heard the news of Da Zhuang's death. They came to see me with a bad face, but they didn't have any desire to talk. They visited each other. After a few words to comfort each other, they went back to their respective tents to rest.

It has been two months since I returned to the city.

I think the experience grows, but it also inspires awe.

Da Zhuang's death made me feel incompetent. I know it's not my fault, but I can't help but wonder if I'm strong enough, if my shooting skills are accurate enough, and my knife skills are exquisite enough, can I save him? ?But in fact, who cares about who is red-eyed on the battlefield?But I just can't help thinking about it over and over again.

I replayed the battle on the battlefield over and over again in my mind, but was always interrupted by Da Zhuang's voice and face that suddenly appeared.

For the first time, I had a more substantial desire to become stronger.I have a strong desire to become stronger, a strong desire for the battlefield, and a strong desire to protect the people around me and the home behind me.

These thoughts make me more devoted and harder every time I train.

For yourself, and for the people you want to protect.

I want to be strong enough before the next fight comes.

Recently, the brothers around seem to tell me that I have changed.In the past, I was always cheerful and loved to laugh. When I was thrown into the crowd, my bright eyes could always distinguish me from others.But now I am becoming more and more silent, and sometimes I will stare blankly at a place in a daze.Although I used to train very hard, but recently I have become more and more desperate, except for eating and sleeping and training non-stop.Even the number of times I ran up the mountain on rest days has decreased.

In fact, I also discovered it myself. Since the first war in my life was fought, I have become more and more lazy to talk.One is that there is nothing to say, and the other is that I feel very sad, and I have no intention of laughing, but slowly fell silent.But I will still go to that mountain forest. After all, there is a lonely deer waiting for me there.

I don't know what's going on, but the scene I saw when we parted is always lingering in my mind.Therefore, the meeting with Xiaolu has been uninterrupted except that the frequency has decreased.

The forest is very quiet, which can make people calm down and think about some things.Usually I can't tell the people around me, I will save up and come here to tell Xiaolu.Anyway, he didn't understand. After I finished speaking, I felt comfortable.Others who won't hurt me accept my negative emotions, and then feel sad and depressed.

I told Xiao Lu about Da Zhuang's death, and then shed a few tears.Although a man does not flick his tears lightly, the death of my brother is still somewhat unbearable for me, who has never experienced such cruelty.Need to find a way to vent.

I told the little deer about my longing and what I want to protect. This is the first time that I have sincerely shared these things buried in my heart with others.Maybe it's because I urgently need a place, someone to listen to me talk about this, let me confide in it.In short, I said a lot to Xiaolu today.

I think if he was a person, he would definitely not be able to bear it, and his ears would be worn out.But there is no way, who made him a deer.

Since the first battle, not only has the flag and drums in the north not died down, but it has become more and more restless in the past few years.From time to time, he will come and knock you down a few times, which is really annoying.

We fought their war off and on for four years.I also survived from a Lang Lang boy to an older "veteran" in his 20s.Of course, it's not just my age that has grown over time, but also my military service.I fulfilled my promise to my father, I did not rely on him, I insisted on fighting every battle by myself, and became a general like him.It's just that his qualifications are not as old as him, and his experience is not as rich as him.

On the day I was appointed, when I took over the general order from him, there seemed to be admiration and emotion in his eyes, but there was only firmness in my eyes.

A few years ago, I was afraid and doubted myself, but as the people around me left one by one, I could even clearly remember in which battle and in what way they died, and I thought about it over and over again Reviewing over and over again, gradually, the fear in my heart gradually

Gradually suppressed and erased by the scene in memory.

After all, there is too much to lose, so there is nothing to be afraid of.But I who have passed away can do nothing, and I who are still alive must do my best to protect them.This is also my original intention to stand here, and it has never changed.

I took the heavy seal of command from my father and stood on the high platform overlooking the soldiers below.Their armor hides the same scars and arrow wounds as mine. They are all warriors who fought in the rain of swords, guns and swords. They are brothers who followed me step by step to today.We fight here with our ideals and desires in our hearts. We all have people and things we want to protect, and we will give our all for it.

After the handover, my father inspected here for several months before returning to Beijing.After all, he was getting older, and seeing that there was a candidate who could take over this territory, the emperor approved his father's petition to return to Beijing for retirement without too much obstruction.

If I want to go back, I still have my mother and younger siblings to take care of. After so many years of running around, I should go home and enjoy myself.

The night before my departure, my father called me into his tent.The father who took off the majestic armor suddenly aged several years, but the power accumulated over the years of fighting is still there. Just sitting there has a sense of majesty, which makes people feel intimidated.

My father told me some things that need to be paid attention to on the battlefield and in the army. In fact, step by step until today, I have learned almost everything that should be learned and taught by him, but he always seems to be worried. No matter how big or small they were, they babbled over and over again.I didn't interrupt, just bowed my head and listened quietly.

Although it is not a parting of life and death, after all, here in Kyoto is very far away, I know this difference, from now on we will get together less and part more, and I feel reluctance in my heart.

"I have said what should be said many times, but I am always afraid that you will not do it thoughtfully, so I still have to ask a few more words."

"Yes, the father just talks, and the son listens."

"You were raised by me. You are not only my son, but also the general I trained. Since you have chosen this path, you must stick to it. Not only must you go on, but you must walk it down-to-earth." Prettier!"

"Our old Huo family has been serving as a general for decades. We don't want to be rich and powerful, but we want to be worthy of the land under our feet and the people behind us. We are not fighting for ourselves, but for thousands of ordinary people! "

"I know that the safety of the people is the first, and the personal life and death are the second. This is what my father always told me." Although I responded like this on the surface, I didn't say that what I really agree with is fighting for the people I care about .After all, what I care about is only ordinary people. From this point of view, different paths lead to the same goal.

Father is gone.no regrets.

In fact, my father was lucky. He fought for decades and finally retired after being successful. This is a blessing that no one can envy.

The entire army is completely in my hands.Although I had already acted on behalf of the military a long time ago, it wasn't until the moment when the result was issued that all the responsibilities became real and fell on my shoulders.Fortunately, I did not disappoint my father too much.The news of the victory spread back to Kyoto one after another. Gradually, the north also became tired. After two years of attack, it completely entered a state of truce.The army stationed in the north also gained temporary stability.

Up to this point, there was only one irascible old man left among the original group of people who followed me.His temper has never changed, which is the best interpretation of the phrase "the original intention remains unchanged".Still before he finished speaking, he rushed to act.This kind of temper suffered a lot in the battle, but he just didn't have a long memory, and it was really difficult to change a person's temper.However, it is precisely because of his straight-forward temperament that the soldiers he leads and the battles he fights are also very fierce. Few people can resist him. There are two brushes.

By the way, I haven't mentioned Xiaolu for a long time.The two of us are still the same, we meet regularly, and we must bring some mung bean cakes every time we go. After eating it for so many years, I am still not tired of eating it, which makes me very touched.

Speaking of deer, don't deer never grow old? After five or six years, he is still the same, with the same pure white and arrogant appearance.Maybe one day when I die on the battlefield or if I am lucky enough to live out the rest of my life in peace, he might still look like this, which is weird to think about.I don't know if it will think of me as a good friend at that time, visit him from time to time, and bring him some mung bean cakes...

However, it would be pitiful to think about it if Immortal and Immortal had been guarding alone in that open forest with no one to talk to.After I leave, who will accompany it?It's really sad.