Chapter 111: Still Alive?

The county documents were quickly issued, and each town and township received documents about the deaths of frontline soldiers. Read М

Two large notices were posted at the gate of Fengting Town, listing the names of the dead in each township and village who were conscripted to the battlefield. The names were so dense that it made people's scalps tighten.

The corresponding lists had been copied to the village head, but every day there were still layers of people surrounding the notice board to search for the names of their own sons...

Every day, as long as you get close to the town gate, you can hear bursts of shrill wails, which make the listeners cry.

Su Qingmei also went to see it several times, confirming word by word that there was no name of Lu Bocheng.

Her stiff hands and feet softened, and she couldn't even walk. Her eyes were filled with poor people who fell to the ground and cried until they died, and her ears were filled with those cries.

She confirmed with Liu Juye again that there was indeed no name of Lu Bocheng, so she didn't dare to go there again.

Her ears were filled with crying, and it continued. She didn't dare to sleep or go home, and there was also suppressed crying at home. Cui Mangzhong, Su Qingliu's husband and Yaya's father, was also on the list of dead.

She didn't dare to go to the store. The son that Grandma Zhou had waited for several years, Aunt Zhou's husband, Hongxiu and her brother's father were also on the list of dead.

Zhou Dajiang's cousin's brother Zhou Dazhuang's name was also on the list.

Su Qingmei didn't dare to go home or go to the store. Even when she walked on the road, she was crying. Every day, people in the town performed rituals and scattered paper money.

Zhou Dajiang returned to his home in the neighboring county. Grandma Zhou was still busy in the store despite the pain. Su's father accompanied Su Qingliu and Yaya back to their village. She was going back to dig a grave for Cui Mangzhong. And Su's mother came to the town to inquire about Su Qingsong's news.

Su Qingmei took her to search the notice list, but Su Qingsong's name was not there. Liu Juye also helped her confirm that Su Qingsong's name was not there.

Su's mother was still worried and went to the town gate every day, fearing that the third notice would be posted one day.

Every night before going to bed, she would shake her hands and hold Su Qing'an tightly: "Qing'an, do you think they haven't finished copying yet?"

Without waiting for Su Qing'an to answer, she would continue to say: "Qing'an, do you think your brother is alive? Is he still alive?"

Su Qing'an nodded every time: "Yes, mother, there is no brother's name, brother is still alive."

"Alive, still alive..."

When Su Qing'an coaxed her to bed and covered her with a quilt, thinking that she was asleep, she opened her eyes again: "Qing'an, the notice will not be posted again, right? Your brother is still alive..."

Su Qing'an listened to her asking over and over again, and every time she patiently answered her, saying that he was still alive. After saying that, her throat was choked.

Su Qing'an couldn't fall asleep for a long time when she lay down at night.

Thinking about the list on the notice board. There were almost no people on the list of those who were conscripted with Lu Bocheng last year. I don't know if they haven't been pulled to the front line yet, or they haven't been counted yet.

The list of the dead must first be reported to the court, the Ministry of Revenue must issue the list, and then issue the pension silver, and then report it down level by level.

Su Qingmei looked at her son who was sleeping beside her and gradually grew up. The child's eyebrows and eyes looked very much like his father, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome. He was just a little bit old, but he grew longer than her arm and could turn over.

Su Qingmei poked her sleeping son, watching him frown his beautiful eyebrows, and waved his little hand unconsciously, with an impatient expression, Su Qingmei smiled. She stroked his forehead, son, your father should be alive.

The night was pitch black, even the scattered stars could not be seen, and it was covered with dark clouds.

In a trench not far from the border, Lu Bocheng had been lying there for three hours, from before the sun set, to dusk, and then to the starry night. As if sensing something, he raised his body...

"Boss, what's wrong? Is there any movement?"

Gou Wa lay beside him, saw him stand up slightly, hurried over, and asked in a low voice.

Lü Bocheng lay back again, staring at the front. Shaked his head: "No movement."

Then you...

Stand up. We thought we were going to get up and do something. The mosquitoes are almost full.

"It's just that my ears are hot."

Hot ears? Gou Wa tried to look forward through the layers of black curtains. Their boss really had a special ability to sense changes in front by whether his ears were hot or not.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Lu Bocheng muttering in a low voice: "My wife may be talking about me."

Gou Wa thought he heard some useful news, but he didn't expect to hear this. The boss didn't recite his wife's words today, but he actually thought about his wife now.

Tsk, bully him for not having a wife! When this battle is over, he will immediately ask for leave and find one. Humph.

A bunch of people lay there for another half an hour until they heard Lü Bocheng say, "Move!"

Everyone took off their camouflage, picked up their weapons, and ran quickly to the action site.

After a fierce battle, Lü Bocheng led a dozen men to capture the enemy's sentry post, lit the signal smoke, opened the gate of the enemy camp, and welcomed his own troops in.

The battle lasted until the end of the next morning.

The lieutenant, who had been promoted to general, patted the blood-stained Lü Bocheng and praised him: "Well done, you have done a great job again."

Lü Bocheng dragged his arms, which were numb from killing, and clasped his fists weakly: "General, you are too kind. It is all the credit of the soldiers."

"Don't be modest, you will be recorded in the merit book."

"Thank you, General."

Lü Bocheng took off his thick armor while walking towards the camp. Gou Wa came over: "Boss, what do you think the superiors will reward you this time? Give you a promotion or give you gold?"

"You know gold."

"Don't you like gold? As long as it's valuable, I like it. I'll save it for my wife in the future."

"You are just thinking about marrying your wife."

"As if you don't care about your wife." Gou Wa pouted.

Lu Bocheng rolled his eyes at him and said nothing. He reluctantly took his armor and followed him.

As he walked, he took off his clothes: "Boss, there is a river here. I asked about it and it's clear. Let's take a bath later. I'm already smelly." After saying that, he sniffed his body and looked disgusted. The ground tilted to one side.

Hearing that Lu Bocheng agreed, he happily followed him, took off his clothes, and took a look at Lu Bocheng: "Hey, head, it's so hot, and you're still wearing this blouse." Clothes?"

Lu Bocheng took a look at himself. He took off his armor and still had a middle coat on him. Outside the middle coat was the soft armor given by his master. Outside the soft armor, he was wearing a robe made by his wife.

Lu Bocheng touched it again and again with nostalgia: "Well, I'm afraid of the cold."

Gou Sheng held the armor and clothes of the two of them in his hands and was stunned. Are you afraid of the cold? In the middle of winter, we were taken outside to train in the snow. You ran back and forth shirtless for a few times. Now you say you are afraid of the cold?

I believe you, you big-headed ghost.