Zhenguan 14th year, March!
After fourteen years of Zhenguan, the Great Tang had long since become a supreme kingdom among supreme kingdoms.
Chang 'an City, the capital of Tang Empire, had long become the world's largest city.
Early in the morning, on a mountain five kilometers away from Songzhou City, the border town of the Tang Empire!
On the mountain path, Yang Hao looked at his clothes. They were almost torn into rags.
" Ancient clothes are so tattered?"
"I transmigrated?"
He quickly looked around and saw a new grave in the forest.
The soil was still new and should have been erected not long ago. There must be time on the tombstone.
Looking carefully, it was the 14th year of Zhenguan.
He walked to a pond and washed his dirty face. He discovered a shocking secret.
In his previous life, he had read many literary works. He didn't expect that he would really transmigrate like in the novel, but it was a little different from what was written in the novel.
Memory fusion? That was impossible to fuse.
He had actually transmigrated with his main body, and he had even become a few years younger, returning to his 15 or 16-year-old appearance!
Looking at the wilderness and the equipment on his body, he had a definition of his identity.
His main body had transmigrated and had nothing in the Great Tang. He had no home to return to and was a refugee!
Yang Hao sat on the side of the road like a contemplative person, trying to recall everything he had learned about the Great Tang in his previous life. He had to think of a way to integrate into this era.
No, he had to think of a way to survive first.
After thinking for a long time, he could only find a town and find a job to settle down.
The jobs that he could find instantly appeared in his mind.
Warehouse, dock, restaurant, landlord, farmer
There was also a good job. He was in a myriad of flowers, but he could only look at them from afar and not play with them. He was a brothel's little turtle!
There was also the best job. He would do nothing but earn his own money and join Beggar's Sect!
Of course, the last job was the one with the highest status and also the most dangerous job, being a soldier!
But he didn't have a Tang household register. A refugee could not be a soldier in the prosperous Great Tang, where the military system was implemented.
The more Yang Hao thought about it, the more he frowned and felt depressed.
Even if he was cultured and had advanced thinking, a refugee would not have a platform to display his abilities.
If they continued to be refugees, they might be exterminated by the bandits.
Lulu!
Suddenly, the sound of a horse's cry interrupted Yang Hao's thoughts.
Yang Hao looked up and saw a white horse coming from the end of the road. A silver-armored general was lying on the horse's back.
The general was lying weakly on the horse's back. His white cloak was covered in bright red blood.
The white horse slowly walked over. Although the general was weak, he still seemed to have some consciousness. A pair of bloody hands were still tightly gripping the blood-covered silver spear on the horse's back.
The silver spear was like a balance bar, with the horse as the base point. It looked like he was leaning to the left and right at times. It was probably that strong will that supported him from falling off the horse!
After all, in Yang Hao's opinion, he would have died long ago if it was him with these injuries.
But when he saw the style of the armor, he knew that it was a Tang general and his comrade.
Yang Hao walked over because they were comrades. Although he wasn't a doctor, he knew how to bandage wounds and had learned some first aid.
Ugh!
Just as he walked to the horse, the general let out a growl and turned sideways, smashing into him.
The general was lying in Yang Hao's arms, scaring Yang Hao so much that he almost jumped up. He only felt that he was hugging himself.
"Could it be that I met my previous life?”
She was too surprised. She looked too similar to him. It was as if she was looking in a mirror.
Yang Hao carried the young general who looked very much like him to the pool where he had washed his face and cleaned his wounds.
They had met by chance, but this injury was heart-wrenching.
He felt as if his twin brother had been hurt so badly. His heart ached.
There was a knife wound on his left arm, so deep that the bone could be seen. His right arm had a penetrating wound, and his flesh was exposed. There were knife wounds on his legs and two on his body.
His lips were completely white, and it was obvious that he had already lost too much blood. His eyes were closed, and apart from breathing, he looked like a corpse lying on the ground.
Yang Hao immediately used his cloak to make gauze and helped him bandage it.
"Brother, thank you!" the general said weakly with his eyes closed.
"General, don't move. We're all comrades.”
"It's been 14 years since Zhenguan. This is the golden age of the Tang Empire, and there hasn't been any major war recently.”
Haha!
The general closed his eyes and smiled helplessly. He said weakly,"There are no major wars in a prosperous world, but small wars never stop.”
"We guard the border so that our families can have a good night's sleep.”
Very simple words, very true words!
This sentence reminded Yang Hao of his hometown, China, more than a thousand years later. The Celestial Empire was thriving, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.
However, who would have thought that there would never be true peace in the world?
The only reason we can enjoy peace is because someone is carrying a burden for us in an unknown place!
"General, have a good rest. I'll go find some herbs.”
Just as Yang Hao was about to get up, the young general used the last of his strength and grabbed Yang Hao's ankle.
At the same time, he opened his eyes!
"No, there's no need!"
"I can't take it anymore, please!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the young general's eyes widened and he breathed heavily.
"You, you…"
Yang Hao knew that he must have been surprised to meet two people who looked so similar.
He looked at Yang Hao, his unkempt hair and tattered clothes, and analyzed his identity.
"Your hometown was hit by a disaster, so you wandered here?”
Yang Hao laughed self-deprecatingly. Not bad, it was almost the same. It could be understood this way.
"Yes!"
"What do you want me to do for you?" Yang Hao squatted down.”
He didn't know why, but he was clearly still a refugee and had no way to make a living. However, he said this to express his willingness to help.
From the looks of it, he really wouldn't be able to live long. Even if he went to find herbs and doctors, it would probably be useless.
It was better to help him do something within his ability!
It was not because of anything else, but because they felt very close, like two brothers.
The general smiled weakly. Initially, he only wanted Yang Hao to go to his house and tell his grandparents to relax. Their grandson had sacrificed his life for the country. There was no need to take it to heart!
But now, he changed his mind.
"Brother, remember every word I say.”
"My name is Yang Hao, sixteen years old."
Yang Hao's eyes widened. Sun Tianhao? I'm also called Yang Hao!"
Hahaha!
The young general roared hoarsely into the sky, tears of joy flowing from the corners of his eyes.
"Heaven's will, it's heaven's will!"
"I, Yang Hao, started practicing martial arts at the age of six, and began learning the art of war at the age of eight. When I was fifteen, my father died in battle, and I inherited the position of general. He served as a general to guard the border for a year and killed 858 enemies.”
"I'm not worthy of the ancestor who left behind this prosperous foundation. I'm sorry, my Han brothers and sisters.”
He was very proud. He was about to die, but when he talked about his battle achievements, his voice was still hoarse and proud.
Then, he said regretfully,""The only ones I'm sorry about are my grandfather and grandmother.”
"My mother died early, and my father died in battle, but I can't send my grandparents away!”
"My family is the Yang Sect of Hongnong, the main sect of the Yang Sect in the world. My ancestor was the prime minister of the Western Han Dynasty, Yang Chang. Generations of famous people came out. Sui Wendi, Yang Jian, was the founding general of the Sui Dynasty, Yang Su. He was also from Hongnong County.”
"I am Songzhou's general, a fifth-grade Dingyuan general.”
"After we descend the mountain, we will be able to return to Songzhou by following the trail of blood on the corpses.”
"Please, you must use my identity to live on. Help me send Grandpa and Grandma away until they grow old. You also have a home!”
Puff!
Suddenly, the young general spat out a mouthful of blood and grabbed Yang Hao's collar.
The veins on his forehead bulged as he looked at Yang Hao pleadingly.
After Yang Hao heard this, he was very touched. Indeed, they had the same name and surname, and they looked very similar. This was fate.
The young general was a hero. He helped others fulfill their filial piety and had a family of his own. He did not have to be a refugee. It sounded like that was indeed the case.
However, a general had to lead an army. If he did not know any martial arts, he might not even be able to defeat a single soldier, let alone fight a war.
Even if he returned alive, he would definitely be exposed. Pretending to be an official of the imperial court would result in death!
"Brother, brother, do you have any martial arts manuals?”
"I don't know anything. I'm definitely going to be exposed!”
"Hold on a little longer. Give me more information!”
"What are your names? What's your deputy general's name? What's your nickname?"
The young general didn't answer these questions. He just widened his bloodshot eyes.
"Promise me, promise me!"
His voice became softer and softer, and the hand that grabbed Yang Hao's collar became weaker and weaker.
In the end, the young general's hand that was grabbing Yang Hao's collar fell to the ground weakly!
Only his eyes, which were wide open, did not close. However, there was no light in them.
Hey!
" Brothers, brothers!!"
Yang Hao sighed and closed the eyes of this heroic Major General who looked very similar to him.
"Brother, if you were a civil servant, I could make do.”
"But you are a general, I…"
Her hand slid across her eyes, but she was still glaring at him.
"If I don't agree, you won't be able to rest in peace, right?？？？”
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