Madam, She Has a Tender Heart

"Captain Lu, the general is looking for you!"

Outside the camp, the messenger raised his voice.

"Here we come." Lu Bocheng responded, put down the book in his hand, got up and walked out of the camp.

For more than a year, Lu Bocheng made many military exploits because of his bravery, intelligence, courage to fight and not fear of death. He has been promoted from a low-level recruit to a military officer with official rank.

It took more than half a year to jump from the ninth level to the seventh level, all the way up. Almost every general wanted to put him under his command.

Lu Bocheng later followed General Cui.

General Cui was his boss. When he first saw him mumbling something, and asked him what he was chanting, he couldn't say he was reciting military instructions, and he only recited what his wife had said. Captain Cui didn't laugh at him either. He took care of him all the way. He looked after him everywhere and gave him opportunities to make meritorious deeds. He didn't despise his military merit. Whenever he got a trophy, he didn't withhold it and let him share it with his brothers. .

Now Captain Cui has been promoted to a general of the fourth rank, and he has also been promoted to a captain of the seventh rank.

"General."

"Enter.

Lu Bocheng opened the curtain of the tent and walked in.

Lu Bocheng walked in and saw that there were already people in the tent. Vice General Lu and two captains of the same rank as him were surrounding the sand table, both under General Cui's tent. Everyone has become familiar with each other after fighting together. As soon as Lu Bocheng came in, everyone said hello.

"Bo Cheng, come on..." General Cui raised his head from the sand table and called him over.

"Bo Cheng, come and take a look at the battle plan this time. We plan to let you three captains each lead a team to Yun, Pu, and Cao Prefectures to attack from three sides and give the other side a severe blow."

Lu Bocheng already roughly knew about this mission.

After the great victory in the southwest, the border crisis was resolved. I thought I could take a break, but I didn't expect that chaos broke out in the north again. Lu Bocheng also knew about the locust plague in the north. He heard that the farmers could no longer survive, so they joined Buddhism one after another. The price of salt has soared, and ordinary people can no longer afford salt, so some people have taken risks and started selling private salt.

Later, a city in the north was captured as a stronghold. No one paid attention to it at first. Unexpectedly, this private salt team grew bigger and bigger, and many people who could not survive joined in. Now this team has captured the three northern states and is approaching the capital.

The Tianping Army Jiedushi could not attack for a long time, so he asked for help from Hezhong Jiedushi and Xuanwu Army Jiedushi, but the various vassal towns refused to send troops. The DPRK quickly issued a military order to the Southwest Army, which had just won a great victory in the Southwest, asking them to break camp and quickly return for reinforcements.

Lu Bocheng frowned deeply after reading the sand table and hearing the battle arrangements.

"General, our army is too far away. Even if we march day and night, our troops and horses will be exhausted by then, which may be detrimental to the battle. Even if the Xuanwu Army Jiedushi cannot send troops in the middle of the river, we can still send troops to Pinglu and Yiwu Jiedushi. Why bother seeking help from the near side?"

Before General Cui spoke, Lieutenant General Lu spoke: "Didn't your Dao Dynasty send anyone to ask for help from them? It was just to support the troops and preserve their strength. The north said that they wanted to conquer Liao to preserve their strength, and the northwest also said that they should guard against foreigners. It is not convenient to send troops for invasion. Now all the governors have heavy troops. They will not send troops. The imperial army has to defend the capital, and only we in the southwest can mobilize it. "

Lu Bocheng felt very heavy.

He doesn't understand politics, but over the past year or so, he has become somewhat influenced by it. Nowadays, the military, civilian, and financial administrations of each military governor are integrated into one body, and the military support is too heavy. The combined military strength of each military commander is several times that of the central imperial army. Often refused to listen to the central government's orders.

Nowadays, the vassal towns are divided, and the northern salt dealers and peasant rebels are allowed to grow in size. They also proclaim themselves soaring generals, and their troops are approaching the capital Chang'an.

Lu Bocheng has mixed feelings about the self-proclaimed "Great General".

I heard that his family has been private salt dealers for generations, and the family is not short of money. He himself had a talent for poetry since he was a child. He failed to pass the test many times. When he heard that he was angry, he wrote a poem, which was widely circulated. Although Lu Bocheng was always said to be a scumbag by his wife, it did not affect his appreciation of the poem written by that person.

"When autumn comes on the eighth day of the ninth lunar month, all the flowers will bloom and the flowers will bloom. Chang'an will be filled with incense and the whole city will be filled with golden armor." Is that why he calls himself the Great General?

In the past, Lu Bocheng had invaded the border with foreigners. He fought bravely and mercilessly against the invading aliens. He could fight without sleep or rest and fight for blood. But what we have to face now are a group of ordinary people in Dashuo who can't survive. As long as the DPRK does something...

Cui Sheng knew what Lu Bocheng was thinking at a glance. He sighed and patted Lu Bocheng on the shoulder: "Don't think too much. We are soldiers and generals of the imperial court. With the salary of the imperial court, we have to listen to the imperial court's orders. We His mission is to be loyal to the court."

A few words that spoke loudly. After Cui Sheng finished speaking, he looked at Lu Bocheng with burning eyes.

Lu Bocheng met his eyes steadily...for a long time before he responded with a heavy voice and turned to look at the sand table on the table.

After several people discussed the battle plan, Lu Bocheng left General Cui's camp and walked to his own camp.

Gou Sheng stood straight in front of the camp, holding a long gun. The brothers who used to sleep in the same tent, now Lu Bocheng has been promoted to a seventh-rank military officer due to his repeated military exploits, while Gou Sheng has also become a ninth-rank military attache and Lu Bocheng's personal soldier. Lu Bocheng also gave him a new name, Liu Changsheng.

Seeing Lu Bocheng enter the tent with a sullen face, Liu Changsheng also followed.

"Sir, do you want to get you some food?"

Lu Bocheng shook his head and greeted him: "Chang Sheng, sit down."

Liu Changsheng touched his head and sat down on one side: "Long victory, long victory, it sounds really nice. But I also like the name Gouwa that my parents gave me. Gouwa, Gouwa, the name is kind, and it sounds better than Gou Sheng. ”

After speaking, he glanced at Lu Bocheng: "Thank you, sir, for giving me a name. I also have a name. In two days, sir, when you are free, help me write a letter to my family. I want to tell them that I also have class now. I want to make my family happy."

Lu Bocheng was stunned. He had written countless letters to Su Qingyu before, but he couldn't send them out. After many battles, the letter was not retained. It was either burned or lost in the rush to break camp. Even if I write it, I can never send it. Now that I have to break camp and return to the Central Plains, I should have a chance to send it out.

"Okay, then I will write to my family first today. I will call you after I finish writing, and then I will write another letter for you."

"Okay, thank you, sir. Then I will sharpen the ink for you."

"good."

Lu Bocheng put away the things on the table, spread out the paper, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and suddenly paused. There are so many words to say, I don’t know where to start.

I think about my wife a hundred times every night, and her beautiful image is all in my dreams, and her every smile seems to be in my ears. This suddenly needs to be turned into words, and suddenly I don’t know what to write. What to write? Lu Bocheng grabbed the pen in a daze, and a drop of ink fell on the yellow and white rice paper, and fainted.