Nolan Meng's Timeless Tales Chapter 9

Meng Qingjiang was involuntarily tricked again. Every time he looked at Nolan Meng, he deeply expressed his strong desire to drink his blood, eat his flesh, and sleep on his skin.

The former military arsenal doctor with a big bag on his head showed great kindness to Nolan Meng. As he walked on the road, he would look back and smile from time to time, with the coquettishness of a scholar and the brightness of a military man, with a dusty face. It is filled with the emotion of meeting a close friend after drinking wine and regretting seeing each other so late.

When a police officer was missing again, the former doctor came up to Nolan Meng and sighed: "My little friend is so capable that it is rarely seen in the world. You are indeed a role model for our generation. If you serve as an official in the court, you will definitely be able to conquer people." It's a pity to give up your pen and join the army. If you are even three-thirds of the time, you won't end up like this. Say, you really don't want to reconsider taking the imperial examination? It's not impossible, I can recommend it to you..."

Nolan Meng looked at him as if he were looking at an absolute madman. This guy is like this, why are you recommending him?

The former doctor must have suffered a concussion, and there is no sign of recovery in the short term.

As the journey continues, Meng Qingjiang is always diligent in practicing the peerless martial arts of killing people with his eyes. Meng Hu has always been upright, kind and shining.

The mind is tired and the body is tired.

The transportation industry in the Ming Dynasty was still in its infancy, with poor road conditions and a lack of transportation. In the frontier areas, high-end horse carriages were legendary myths.

In this case, it would only take a few hours' drive in later generations, but Nolan Meng and others had to walk for several days. Coupled with the former doctor's "Tang Monk Spirit" from time to time, when he finally arrived at his destination and saw the tall city walls of Kaiping Guard, Nolan Meng almost fell to the ground and cried.

Free, finally free!

There is nothing more painful than being "Tang Seng" by others. He finally realized Sun Xingzhe's pain. If he had known this, he would never have kicked Meng Qingjiang!

"We've arrived."

The two policemen were obviously used to escorting prisoners to the border fortress. They walked up to the city gate with familiarity, and the soldiers guarding the city were acquaintances. The first sentence they greeted was: "What rank are you this time?" Why is there only one? Could it be that Chengdu has been cut off? You dont know that we are short of people during this period."

Nolan Meng broke into a cold sweat when he heard this. It can be seen that convicts and exiles have become a trend. It is unusual for them not to come several times a month.

Ming Taizu, mighty and domineering!

The messenger took the former doctor into the city. Nolan Meng stepped forward and handed over the dental plaque and road guide. When the soldiers looked at the dental plaque, they looked up at the city gate and the brick-covered earth wall, and felt a surge in their chest. A mixture of heroic and desolate emotions.

Kaipingwei is an important border defense area for the Ming Dynasty to defend the northern border. It was once the upper capital of the Yuan Dynasty. It was built under the order of Kublai Khan, the founder of the Yuan Dynasty. After the Yuan Dynasty established its capital at Yanjing, it was changed to the accompanying capital. Emperor Shizu of the Yuan Dynasty ascended the throne here, and Emperor Yuan Shun was driven from here to Yingchang. After a hundred years of ups and downs, it has witnessed the rise and fall of a dynasty, and the rise and fall of nomadic peoples and Han dynasties in the war at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

Brilliance, glory, war, fire-burning.

There are traces of reconstruction with mud and rubble on the city wall. Six of the original seven gates have been closed, leaving only the south gate for entry and exit. The word "Kaiping" above the city gate is soaked in yellow sand, carrying a sense of history and embodying the strength and strength of the Ming Dynasty soldiers.

When I closed my eyes, I couldn't help but picture the scene of thousands of troops fighting on the grassland.

People scolded and horses neighed, swords flashed and blood was reflected, and the wind blowing from the grassland seemed to carry the smell of blood.

This is not a game, this is not a dream, this is everything real.

He really lived here, in the Ming Dynasty six hundred years ago.

Here are his relatives and everything he will fight for now and in the future.

"Twelve Lang?"

The soldiers guarding the city gate had already checked the tooth tags, but Nolan Meng did not respond for a long time. It was not until Meng Hu patted him that he came to his senses with a cry, met the soldiers' curious eyes, clenched his fists, and smiled apologetically, " Trouble."

Taking the tooth tag from the soldier, Nolan Meng took a deep breath and was about to step into the city. The expression of the soldier in front of him suddenly changed. Regardless, he grabbed Nolan Meng by the collar and said, "Enter the city quickly!" "

The soldiers guarding the city carried Nolan Meng into the city like a cat. Meng Qingjiang and Meng Hu followed closely behind. A horn sounded from the top of the city. Nolan Meng struggled to turn around and saw a man wearing a tripod jacket. Infantry and strong men carrying farm tools were gathering from all sides, rushing toward the city gate. There were also dozens of saddleless horses. Five or six infantrymen waved their whips and tried their best to drive them into the city.

"quick!"

The city gates were finally closed, but it was unknown whether anyone was still left outside the city.

Nolan Meng leaned against the city wall, gasping for air. Thick black smoke rose up in the distant sky, which was a warning of incoming foreign enemies.

The soldiers who carried him into the city had long since disappeared. According to Meng Hu, they had climbed up the city wall.

There was not much panic on the faces of the Ming army and strong men who poured into the city. They counted the horses and inspected the weapons in an orderly manner. They lined up according to the officer's orders, either walked up the city wall or set up defenses in the city, as if the invasion of foreign enemies was just another matter. An ordinary thing.

It's not unusual to come here several times every year.

Either Bei Yuan comes over, or the Ming army comes over. Even though Beiyuan has been converted from a regular army into a guerrilla force, this kind of good-neighborly exchange of visits has never stopped.

But Nolan Meng couldn't do it so easily. He just arrived at Kaipingwei and encountered the Tatar invasion before he had time to report to the relevant departments. Should he be said to be extremely filial or extremely unlucky?

"Twelve Lang, what should I do?"

Nolan Meng smacked his lips. From time to time, Ming soldiers wearing bright red coats walked past, but they didn't seem to notice the three living men at all. Until a general with a scar on his face "discovered" these three "eyesores", pressed the knife with one hand, walked over and asked loudly: "Who are you?! Why are you here?"

In that tone, he drew his sword and cut him in half if he said something wrong.

Nolan Meng knew that he could not continue to make a set, so he could only take a step forward and explain honestly, not forgetting to hand over the dental plaque and road guide he carried with him. These are simply amulets, right?

"Your Majesty just arrived today, and you didn't arrive to report in time." Nolan Meng tried his best to express the identities of himself, Meng Hu and the other three people in the most concise language. "My father and brother died at the hands of the Tatars. The hatred is irreconcilable! He took the initiative to join the army to avenge his father and brother! "

What he said was upright and awe-inspiring, and the more he spoke, the more confident he became.

Unexpectedly, Lord General Banner listened to his words and looked at him up and down, the expression on his face became more and more suspicious.

"You took the initiative to join the army?"

"Of course!"

"Are you going to kill the Tatars to avenge your father and brother?"

"Of course!"

"He turned out to be a scholar? And he passed the exam as a child student?"

"Of course!"

"Really?"

"really!"

"...Is your brain sane?" Lord General Banner muttered, "Are you a fool?"

"Lord General Banner," Nolan Meng puffed up his chest and spoke sternly, "you can question my personality, but you can't insult my IQ!"

The commander-in-chief seemed to be convinced by him. He grinned, and the scar on his face twisted with his smile. Maybe he just wanted to be more approachable, but instead he became more and more snarky and ferocious.

"Okay! A good man should kill the enemy and serve the country. Don't imitate those sour men. They are just like those who live in heaven. If something happens to them, they won't be able to do anything! Even if you are like this... in short, just be willing!"

The corners of Nolan Meng's mouth twitched. Why do these compliments always sound like curses?

"My surname is Ma, and I serve as the commander-in-chief under the Xicheng Guard Shen Baihu. Since you want to kill the Tatars, come under my command and keep it safe so that you can get your wish! Don't say you will fight with the Tatars one day. , maybe two or three times a month."

"Mr. Ma's righteousness is Bo Yuntian, and he is so grateful that he sheds tears..."

"That's easy to say!" Ma Zongqi waved his hand, "Come, follow me to the tower! Don't worry, if you die accidentally, I will ask the brothers to collect the body for you!"

...

"why are you crying?"

"The mark is touching..."

"Don't be too grateful, this is what I should do."

Nolan Meng continued to wipe his tears and said, "Thank you to the eighteenth generation of Mr. Ma Banner's ancestors! These words come from the bottom of my heart and are truer than pearls!"

...

The scar on Ma Zongqi's face twitched again, and his feelings at this moment were the same as Nolan Meng's before.

As he spoke, Nolan Meng had been pulled up to the city wall by Ma Zongqi. Looking far into the distance, on the grassland in the distance, the Beiyuan cavalry gathered like ants and locusts.

Hundreds of war horses galloped past in a fan shape, and when you got close, you could seem to hear the shouts of the knights on the horses.

Everyone at the top of the city stood ready, with open long bows, crossbows flashing with cold light, and long swords unsheathed. The light of the swords illuminated half of the soldiers' faces, and the scarlet war jackets seemed to be stained with blood in an instant.