The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August.
The north is a bitter cold land, the mountains are poor and the water is bad, the land is barren, and the grass is withered and the sky is barren and desolate.
Today is August 15, the Mid-Autumn Festival, how many people are happily preparing to eat and wine, fortunately, when the bright moon rises, the family drinks together, raises a glass to invite the bright moon, dances to figure out the shadow, and celebrates the reunion night.
There are also a few scholars who travel to study, travelers who walk, as well as officials, businessmen and border soldiers who are far away from their homeland, who are tormented in the sorrow of homesickness, and can't bear to see the moon and the sky on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
In the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, it is the crisp season of autumn in the south, or wearing single clothes, fishing in the blue waters, or flying eagles and dogs, hunting among the green mountains.
At this time, the northern land is very cold, so cold that there is nowhere to hide, there is no choice, can only suffer day after day in the cold north wind, maybe last night was still together in the mountains and the sea and the north of the mountain, and the comrades in the mountains and mountains have become a cold corpse by dawn.
The air conditioning penetrates into your body along the dilapidated barracks, shabby military uniforms, and the pores of your body, making your whole body cold inside and out, and even the cracks of your bones seem to be frozen, like pins and needles.
Last night, the north wind, which had been blowing all night, poured into the holes and crevices of the dilapidated barracks, making a "whining" sound, which made people tremble and dare not sleep, for fear that the dilapidated barracks would be lifted by the wind and thus lose this only place to live.
The north wind blew away the last trace of warmth in the northland, and it snowed.
The canopy of the sky was low, the clouds were dense, the fine snow powder danced with the wind, the ground was covered with a thin layer, and there was a vast space between heaven and earth.
Zhao Qianshan was wearing a thin and shabby military uniform, covered with equally shabby leather armor, leaning against the eaves outside the barracks, looking at the snow in a daze.
He was indeed in a daze, because what happened to him was so bizarre and absurd that he felt like he had a dream, and he couldn't believe it.
Zhuang Sheng dreams of butterflies, butterflies turn into Zhuang Sheng, it seems to be real and illusory, who can say clearly Yesterday, he was a guerrilla general of the Ming Empire, but in a blink of an eye, he became a soldier of the northern border army of the Tang Empire.
This is just like the song in the play, "A dynasty plays nine heavens, and the sunset degrades the Chaoyang Road eight thousand", and it is also a version that spans thousands of years, from the Ming Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty.
Moreover, this Tang Dynasty is still different from the glorious Tang Empire recorded in the history books, and many people and things are not the same.
As for the history before the Tang Dynasty, there is no difference, it is exactly the same as what Zhao Qianli saw from the history books, and it is completely consistent.
This is the memory he inherited from this body, however, this guy named Zhao Wushu is just a pawn of the Yangzhou Mansion Army, born in the poor countryside, and he has not even visited Yangzhou City seriously.
Therefore, his knowledge is limited and his knowledge is shallow, which cannot satisfy Zhao Qianli's current curiosity.
Zhao Qianli sighed helplessly, he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry, he could only slowly understand this familiar and strange world, and he was careful to rot the bizarre experience that happened overnight forever in his stomach, and he couldn't mention it to anyone.
Now, he needed to be quiet, comb through his thoughts, and see if there was anything missing.
Zhao Qianli, a native of Yangzhou in the Ming Empire, was born in an ancient martial arts family, with extraordinary fists and feet, skilled guns, and joined the army when Qi Jiguang conscripted to resist the Japanese, and accumulated military merits to become a guerrilla general.
During the Wanli period, with the marshal Qi Jiguang guarding the north of Jibei, in the winter and October of the tenth year of Wanli, he was shot in the heart by a stray arrow during the long-distance attack on Liaodong, and was killed on the spot.
After Zhao Qianli's soul left his body, he floated in the air, looking at his body and the familiar robe and couldn't bear to leave.
There was an invisible gravitational force in the darkness, forcibly pulling his soul away and escaping into the void.
Siyi was not destroyed, but he died Zhao Qianli sighed a lot, but he was powerless to return to the sky, so he could only go with gravity, strive to be reincarnated as soon as possible, re-conquer the battlefield, and defend his family and country.
Who knows, after crossing the endless void, I didn't see the legendary bull head and horse noodles, black and white impermanence, Nai He Bridge, Ghost Gate Pass and Netherworld, let alone drink Meng Po soup that forgot my memory.
Suddenly, the endless void was torn open, and there was darkness in front of him, and the sound of the wind of hunting, and deafening snoring Then, Zhao Qianli became Zhao Wuving, a pawn of the Shuofang border army of a different Tang Empire.
After a moment of confusion and confusion, he fused Zhao Wuving's memories and knew some people and things, but he was even more dazed and confused.
Judging from the first feeling after waking up, the predecessor Zhao Wudi was frozen to death in his sleep, and he had been dead for more than an hour.
This can be concluded from the cold body and the almost frozen blood.
In this way, Zhao Qianli of the Ming Dynasty did not reincarnate after his death, and for some reason, he actually ran to a plausible Tang Empire, and fused with the body left by the dead Zhao Wushu to become a strange life form.
I'm Zhao Qianli I'm Zhao Wudi After several struggles and struggles, Zhao Qianli accepted this fact, from now on, there will be no more Zhao Qianli in the world, only Zhao Wushu of the Tang Dynasty.
It's a helpless choice, and there's no second way to go.
He can only be Zhao Wuving, and with the help of Zhao Wuving's identity, he can survive in Datang.
Tell others about your experiences There is no need to guess the outcome of this, it must be extremely miserable, either being beaten to death as a monster, or being starved to death as a madman.
Grunt A strange sound sounded, and Zhao Wudi listened attentively, but it was from his stomach protesting, hungry.
Because he was entangled in the bizarre experience, Zhao Wudi needed to be quiet, so he got up early in the morning and ran outside the barracks to avoid the deafening snoring, and he hadn't eaten breakfast yet.
According to Zhao Wudi's memory, it is now the second year of the Tang Dynasty's return to the Yuan Dynasty, Emperor Gaozong died three years ago, and was succeeded by the crown prince Li Jing, but he was deposed in the summer and June of the old year, moved to the king of Wuling, and was enthroned as the emperor by his younger brother Li Yu, but the power of the court was in the hands of the queen mother.
This point is similar to what is recorded in the history books, that is, there is a difference in the name of the person, and then it is not time for the queen mother to be called the emperor and give birth to the first empress in heaven and earth However, this is not something he should consider at the moment, a border soldier, I don't know if I can survive this cold winter, no matter who he is the emperor Now, all he needs most is a steaming bowl of noodle soup, plus a few pieces of haggis, a large piece of dough, and if only another sip of wine I can't think about it, my saliva is dripping, and then, it forms a grain of ice crystal, crystal clear, and it doesn't look very round.
This can only be a kind of whimsy, in the previous life, as a guerrilla general, life was still very good, at least there was no shortage of meat at every meal, and when he was not fighting, he could drink a little wine, and when he was happy, he would shout a few times.
But now he is a pawn, or a pawn of Datang, from a general to a pawn, the living treatment is naturally plummeting.
Although this Datang is different from the Datang in historical records, there is at least one thing that is the same, that is, there is not enough food to eat, there is not enough meat to eat, and there is not enough to eat anything.
What made Zhao Wudi unbearable the most was that the food standard they enjoyed turned out to be two meals a day, and it didn't matter if it was enough, everyone had a certain weight.
Sadly, being a general to be like Zhao Wuving, he can't even make a round belly, it's really embarrassing Please have mercy on God, I don't want to be a general, tear the earth and seal the king, and I don't want to be full of gold and jade, rich in the world, I just want to have a full breakfast.
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