Chapter 121: Expressing Love in Letters

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

Outside the tent, the messenger shouted.

"I'm here." Lu Bocheng responded, put down the book in his hand, stood up and walked out of the tent.

In more than a year, Lu Bocheng was brave in battle, smart, daring to fight, not afraid of death, and repeatedly made military achievements. He has been promoted from a low-ranking recruit to a military officer with an official rank.

It took another half a year to jump from the ninth rank to the seventh rank, and almost every general wanted to assign him to his own account.

Later, Lu Bocheng followed General Cui.

General Cui was his mentor. At first, he saw him mumbling in his mouth and asked him what he was reciting. He couldn't say that he was reciting military books, so he just said what his wife said. Captain Cui didn't laugh at him, but took care of him all the way, gave him care everywhere, gave him opportunities to make meritorious deeds, and didn't suppress his military achievements. Every time he got the spoils, he didn't deduct them, and let him share them with his brothers.

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

"General."

"Come in.

Lü Bocheng lifted the curtain of the tent and walked in.

When Lü Bocheng walked in, he saw that there were already people in the tent. Deputy General Lu and two captains of the same rank as him were surrounding the sand table. They were all under General Cui's command. They had fought together for some time and were familiar with each other. When Lü Bocheng walked in, everyone greeted him.

"Bocheng, come here..." General Cui raised his head from the sand table and called him over.

"Bocheng, come and take a look at the battle plan this time. We plan to let the three of you captains lead a team each to go to Yun, Pu, and Cao, and attack from three sides to give the opponent a heavy blow. "

Lü Bocheng roughly knew the mission this time.

The previous victory in the southwest resolved the border crisis. I thought I could take a break, but I didn't expect the north to be in chaos again. Lü Bocheng also knew about the locust plague in the north. I heard that the farmers couldn't survive and turned to Buddhism. The price of salt was high, and the people couldn't even afford salt, so some people took the risk of selling private salt.

Later, they seized a city in the north as a base. At first, no one cared. Unexpectedly, this private salt team became bigger and bigger, and many people were busy. The people who couldn't go on joined one after another. Now this team has seized the three northern states and is approaching the capital.

The Tianping Army Jiedushi failed to capture the city after a long siege, and asked the Hezhong Jiedushi and Xuanwu Jiedushi for help, but the various vassal states refused to send troops. The court 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 return to help as soon as possible.

After watching the sand table and listening to the battle arrangements, Lu Bocheng frowned tightly.

"General, our army is too far away. Even if we travel day and night, we will be exhausted by then, which may be disadvantageous to the battle. Even if the Hezhong and Xuanwu Jiedushis don't send troops, we can also ask the Pinglu and Yiwu Jiedushis for help. Why go far away?"

Before General Cui spoke, Deputy General Lu spoke: "You think the court didn't send people to ask them for help? It's just that they want to preserve their strength. The north said that they want to conquer Liao and preserve their strength, and the northwest also said that they have to prevent foreign invasions and it is inconvenient to send troops. Now the Jiedushi have a large number of troops. If they don't send troops, the imperial guards will have to defend the capital, and only our southwest can mobilize them. "

Lü Bocheng felt heavy in his heart.

He didn't understand politics, but he had learned a lot in the past year. Now the Jiedushi are in charge of the military, civil affairs, and finance, and they have too many troops. The total number of troops in the hands of the Jiedushi is several times that of the central imperial guards. They often refuse to listen to the central government's orders.

Now the feudal lords are separatist, allowing the private salt dealers and peasant rebels in the north to grow, and they also proclaimed themselves the Great General Chongtian, and their troops are approaching the capital Chang'an.

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

It is said that his family has been private salt dealers for generations, and his family is not short of money. He himself has a talent for poetry since he was a child, but he failed in the exams many times. It is said that he wrote a poem in anger, which has been widely circulated. Lü Bocheng Although Cheng was always called a poor student by his wife, it did not affect his appreciation of the poem written by that person.

"When autumn comes on September 8, my flowers will bloom and all other flowers will die. The fragrance will penetrate Chang'an, and the whole city will be covered with golden armor." Is that why he named himself the Great General Chongtian?

Before, when Lv Bocheng was against foreign invaders, he fought bravely and mercilessly, and he could fight without sleep and blood. But now he has to face a group of people in Dashuo who can't survive. As long as the court does something...

Cui Sheng knew what Lv Bocheng was thinking at a glance, sighed, and patted Lv Bocheng on the shoulder: "Don't think too much, we are soldiers of the court, and we have to obey the orders of the court with the court's salary. Our mission is to be loyal to the court. "

A few words were powerful. After Cui Sheng finished speaking, he looked at Lv Bocheng with burning eyes.

Lv Bocheng met his eyes steadily... After a long time, he responded heavily and turned his head to look at the sand table on the table.

After several people discussed the battle plan, Lv Bocheng left General Cui's tent and walked towards his own tent.

Gou Sheng stood upright in front of the tent with a long spear in his hand. The brothers who used to sleep in the same tent, now Lv Bocheng has been promoted to a lieutenant of the seventh rank due to his repeated military merits, and Gou Sheng has also become a military officer with a grade of the ninth rank and a personal soldier of Lv Bocheng. Lv Bocheng also gave him a new name, Liu Changsheng.

Seeing Lv Bocheng enter the tent with a gloomy face, Liu Changsheng followed him in.

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

Lv Bocheng shook his head and called him: "Changsheng, sit down."

Liu Changsheng touched his head and sat down on one side: "Changsheng Changsheng, it sounds really good. But I also like the name Gou Wa that my parents gave me. Gou Wa Gou Wa sounds more intimate and 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. After I finish writing, I will call you and then I will write another letter for you."

"Okay, thank you, sir. Then I will polish 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.