When Pang De saw that he knew us and that his mother was really Ma Chao's sister, he took advantage of the time when we were reminiscing about the old days and quickly went back to report the news. As soon as we mounted our horses, we saw the camp gate open and a large group of people galloping out. The leader was more than eight feet tall, with a jade-like face, eyes like meteors, a tiger body, ape arms, a tiger belly, and a wolf waist. Silver helmet, silver armor, lion helmet, red tassels swaying in the wind. He dismounted from his horse. From head to tail, he was twelve feet tall, and his hooves were more than nine feet long. His body was covered in frost and snow. He held a golden spear with a tiger head chisel in his hand, a sword at his waist, and a bow on his back. Behind him was a big flag with the words: General Ma of the Western Expedition. The officer shouted as he galloped,"
"Little sister…"
I know that this is the famous handsome man of the Three Kingdoms, my uncle, Jin Machao.
His mother also recognized his uncle, Ma Chao, and flew up to meet him. The two of them ran and connected in the blink of an eye. They quickly jumped off their horses. His uncle threw away his spear and grabbed his mother's arm.
"Little sister, I want to die as your brother."
His mother also grabbed his arm and looked at him.
"Big brother, you're too dark. Little sister also misses big brother to death."
Immediately after, her mother threw herself into her uncle's arms and hugged him.
" Brother…"
"Little sister, you're already so old, yet you're still crying. Let the soldiers and my nephew laugh at me.”
"I don't care, I don't care…whether you smile or not.”
Tears were also rolling in his uncle's tiger eyes, but he held them back. Looking at him, he was indeed in pain.
There's no other way. I'll do it. I also got off my horse and walked to Uncle. I knelt down and kowtowed.
"Nephew Zhao Tong greets uncle."
Mother cried for a while and came back to her senses. When she heard me speak, she crawled out of uncle's arms and pulled me up. She said to uncle,
"Big brother, this is my eldest son, Zhao Tong, and my son, Zhao Guang. He's too young, so I didn't bring him this time.”
Uncle looked at me with tenderness in his eyes. However, upon closer inspection, there was a deep sadness in his eyes. I knew that he probably remembered his son who was killed in Xuchang when he saw me. However, Uncle was a hero of his generation. In the blink of an eye, that sadness disappeared and was replaced by deep pride.
"Tong 'er, you're already so old. You're fourteen, right? Something's not right? His sister had only left Western Liang for ten years.”
"Brother, Tong 'er is only seven years old this year.”
"Oh, why do I feel that something is wrong? Tong 'er, who are those people behind you?”
"Uncle, these two are my sworn brothers, Zhang Bao and Guan Xing. Uncle, I just heard from Uncle Pang that I have an uncle. Where is he?”
"Brother Dai, come here and let your nephew recognize you.”
Following his uncle's gesture, a person appeared behind him. He was also very strong, with a straight nose and wide mouth. His eyes were like bright stars, but he was darker than Ma Chao's uncle. He was shorter and had a short beard. It seemed that this was the main general of the late Shu Han, Ma Dai. I quickly knelt down again and bowed deeply.
"Nephew Zhao Tong greets Second Uncle."
"Hahaha, Tong 'er, quickly get up.”
Pang De also came over and tugged at Ma Chao's uncle's clothes.
"General, don't stay here and reminisce about the past with your little sister and nephew. Let's talk about it in the camp.”
"Yes, yes. Little sister, Tong 'er, come back to the camp with me.”
The carriages rattled and the horses whizzed. Soldiers lined up neatly on both sides and saluted us. We slowly walked into the military camp. After entering, someone came to lead our cart and the soldiers we brought to the other side to arrange. Zhang Bao, Guan Xing, and Ping Wang followed their uncle and mother to their uncle's tent. There were no extravagant decorations in the military camp, not to mention that Western Liang was such a poor place. The biggest feature of the big tent was its spaciousness. It was estimated that there would be no problem for a hundred or eighty people to hold a meeting at the same time. When we arrived at the main tent, Uncle arranged for us to sit next to him. He also instructed the other tribal leaders of the Qiang soldiers of Western Liang and Yang Ang, the general sent by Zhang Lu of Hanzhong to support Uncle, to come to the banquet to celebrate our arrival. "While uncle is free, I'll arrange for Wang Ping to get Zhao Long to get the gift list of the gifts we brought and the gifts I gave to my uncles. Soon, the leaders of the Qiang soldiers and Yang Ang arrived. Uncle ordered the banquet to begin.
Xiliang was a place where Han and ethnic minorities lived together. Many people here had the blood of various ethnic groups. At least, my uncles and my mother all had the blood of the Qiang people. Plus, they grew up in this land that was not very particular about the environment. Besides Yang Ang, who pretended to be a gentleman, the rest of the people who came to the banquet sat casually. Some tribal leaders even crossed their legs and stretched them out, doing whatever they felt comfortable. Seeing this, I asked Zhao Hu to bring the folding stool that we usually sat on. After putting it down behind the long table, my mother and I sat down comfortably.
"Leaders, General Yang, today, my only sister has returned. I'm very happy, so I'd like to invite everyone to gather. Tonight, I won't go home until I'm drunk."
"General He, your family is reunited! I won't go home until I'm drunk!"
A loud bang sounded on the field. His uncle basically forbade his subordinates from drinking during the war. It seemed that he had made an exception today. However, Uncle Ma Dai did not appear in the tent.
I'm still young, so I can't drink alcohol for the sake of my health. Guan Xing's upbringing is very strict, and Second Master Guan Yu doesn't drink much, so he basically doesn't drink either. Zhang Bao didn't dare to drink it because she was afraid that she would delay the journey. However, I know that he often drinks with his father, Third Master Zhang Fei. Third Master Zhang Fei is a drunkard and can drink. Zhang Bao had inherited his alcohol tolerance. Usually, three or five people were not his match at all. Today, his mother told him that he could drink some now that he had arrived. His face immediately lit up with excitement, and there was a little person in his eyes that wanted to jump into the wine glass. Very soon, he did not come, and the wine in his cup was empty. He felt good.
I walked over to Uncle with a teacup in my hand and bowed to him again.
"Nephew Zhao Tong will replace wine with tea to wish uncle great victory and defeat the Cao army.”
"Tong 'er, I'll lend you a blessing. Uncle also did it."
"Uncle, there will be wine but no dance today. Please let nephew dance with his sword to liven things up.”
Pang De whispered to his uncle,"
"Tong 'er, this brat, his martial arts are still pretty good. Just now outside the military camp, he almost finished me off. Let him show off his skills and suppress those guys.”
After hearing Pang De's words, his uncle looked at everyone who was drinking and eating and said loudly,
"Everyone, please be quiet. This is my nephew, Zhao Tong. He is not even ten years old and has been taught by an expert since he was young. Today, he will dance with his sword to help everyone drink.”
"Alright, Young Master Zhao, please dance."
Amidst the roars, I also saw a few people curl their lips and reveal disdainful expressions. They only followed the flow and roared.
Wang Ping passed my sword to me. I didn't like to use a sword. That was because I didn't feel good using a sword on the battlefield. His father had once received careful guidance from his master Tong Yuan's good friend, the swordsman of the generation, Wang Yue. Naturally, he was also a sword expert. When he executed the 72 sword techniques, the cold light shone, and water could not enter. Especially when he used both spear and sword, Third Master Zhang Fei did not dare to be confident that he could beat him. With such a father's supervision and guidance, I naturally dabbled in swordsmanship. I pressed the button and pulled out my sword. This sword was specially forged in the public security bureau. It had been polished and sharpened. I didn't dare to test my father's Green Melon Sword to see who was stronger, but Zhang Bao had tried it out. With 20 copper coins stacked together, he could effortlessly split it in half from top to bottom with one sword. The moment I pulled out my sword, the eyes of some people beside me widened. In Western Liang, smelting was backward, and the macho men had always controlled the output of salt and iron, so there were no good weapons. Therefore, many people were equipped with ordinary iron knives. Some of the stronger ones used cudgels.
"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Gou, Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shone on the white horse, rustling like a meteor. Kill a person every ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles. When the matter is over, I will brush my clothes and leave. I will hide in a deep place and tell my name. When he passed Xinling to drink, he took off his sword and put it on his knees. Prepare to roast meat to eat Zhu Hai, holding a cup to persuade Hou Ying. Three cups of wine, spit out the promise, the five mountains fall to the light. Dazzled and hot, the mood is always bright. Handan was shocked when he saw Zhao's golden hammer. Qianqiu two strong men, bright and bright Daliang City. Even if he died, he would not be ashamed of the heroes of the world. Who can write your name, white head Taixuan Sutra.”
I used the 72 sword techniques that my father taught me. The moves were continuous, sometimes big and big, sometimes stormy, sometimes hidden in cotton, not leaking a drop of water. Coupled with Li Bai's 'Journey of the Chivalrous Swords', which I plagiarized and passed down through the ages, it has a different flavor.
"Kill a person every ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles. When things are done, brush your clothes and go, hide deep in your name…Three cups of promise, the five mountains are light…"
His uncle grew up in Xiliang and was famous for his bravery. He was not good at literature or resourcefulness and spent his life in revenge and war. He was also chewing on my song. Zhang Bao and Guan Xing were also shocked. They had never heard that I could write poetry. Although they were martial artists, they were well educated. They were forced by their parents to read the scriptures since they were young. Especially Zhang Fei, the third master. Although he looked like a boorish man, he was actually better than anyone else at painting beautiful women and flowers. Not only was the martial arts field at home huge, but the study room was also huge and filled with all kinds of books. In the entire Jingzhou, only Master Zhuge had more books than him. However, the poem I sang today was also something that they had never heard of before. Nonsense, of course. In history, it would have taken hundreds of years for this poem to appear. I just made it appear earlier.
"A good sword technique and a good poem."
Uncle was the first to speak. The tribal leaders were all skilled in martial arts, so I could naturally tell how good my swordsmanship was. Although he basically didn't understand poetry, nor did he understand all the allusions in it, he could still feel the wild pride and the solemnity of keeping promises. They also clapped. After I finished dancing with the sword, I sheathed it and walked in front of Uncle.
"Uncle, this sword is still acceptable. Nephew will give it to uncle today for self-defense. In addition, Father also asked Mother and I to bring something for you. Please take a look at the list first.”
I handed the sword and the list of items to Uncle. Under the envious gazes of the tribal leaders, his uncle took the sword and the list and glanced at them. His face was filled with surprise.
"Leaders, General Yang, my nephew is not even 10 years old yet. He has given me many surprises today. They also sent us the world-famous Jishi Hall's medicine for external injuries and other commonly used medicines in the army. In the future, our injured soldiers will be saved. I hope that everyone will keep their promises and work together in the battle to defeat the Cao army as soon as possible. If anyone dares to be half-hearted again, I won't be polite.”
At this point, his uncle drew his sword and effortlessly chopped off the corner of the table.
"Those who violate their oath will be punished like this.”
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