Colleagues of Zhang Liang [comprehensive] Mu Liangqing

South Korea's national strength was weak, and eventually lost to Qin's iron cavalry.In addition, Han Wang'an was not strong-willed, thinking about asking for peace for a while, thinking about asking for help for a while, coming and going to delay the fighter.Three years later, South Korea disappeared from the map.

At that time, Zhang Liang was still in prison—he took the book of war that Han Fei had written down with pain during his lifetime, and repeatedly advised King Han to fight his back, but unexpectedly, his words were harsh and he was imprisoned.That volume of military books was naturally dusty in the corner.

The people are water, and the king is a boat.If a boat is willing to sink, it is useless to accumulate water to form a sea.

Wearing prison clothes, he held on to the rotten wood eaten by moths, and his heart was like cold water.

After spending two months in prison, the east wall was filled with counted characters. Every evening, the slanting light poured in through the window, and the dark room was illuminated.

That day, there was a panic and noise outside, and the yamen servants fled one after another, regardless of their sabers and swords, and they turned their backs on their backs.

Zhang Liang, who was sitting in the corner, was startled, got up suddenly, stretched out his hand to the cell door, grabbed the passing yamen guard and asked:

"What happened!"

The yamen servant shivered and pointed outside, "The Qin army is about to attack! Why don't you run for your life now!"

"Where did you attack? Where did Ying Zheng go?"

"Just under the city gate, the king was thinking about countermeasures in the palace, and all the forbidden troops were pushed to the gate of the city."

Zhang Liang was astonished, "Impossible, the Qin army was still ten cities away two months ago, how did they arrive in Xinzheng?"

The yamen servant said: "How do villains know the things on the battlefield! After the death of General Wei Zhong, have we ever won a battle?" He touched his waist and took down a bunch of keys, "Mr. Zhang, you should also run away quickly. If the Qin army enters the city, it will be too late."

After saying that, he ran away rolling and crawling.

The bunch of dark golden keys lay on the ground, covered with a few grains of dust, feeling indescribably lonely.Zhang Liang was silent, bent down to pick it up, and pushed open the cell door.

Wei Zhong, is he gone?

Then if you leave, you will be heartbroken, right?

So, what is left of Korea?

Instead of fleeing along the crowd, he went to the city gate instead.When he arrived, he was climbing up the stone ladder openly, as if he was going to visit the enemy at the city gate.

"grandfather!"

Hearing the call, he stopped his old steps openly, looking back.

"Liang'er, you are here."

Seeing that his feet were sloppy, Zhang Liang rushed up to help him, "Where are you going?"

"Korea is going to be gone..." The wrinkles on the open ground are like deep ravines, saying meaningfully, "I think back in the past, the ancestors of Korea were so brave, invincible and invincible. There are hundreds of thousands of troops, and the border is peaceful. The enemy country does not dare to attack the country. Now, there are less than five thousand soldiers defending the city, and the monarch hides under a low couch, and dare not send troops to fight against the enemy. Haha, ridiculous."

Zhang Liang sensed the despair in his eyes, and hurriedly said, "This is the way of heaven, so don't mourn too much, grandfather."

Shaking his head openly, "Heaven governs the sky, not the earth. Liang'er, please remember one sentence - the distance between the heaven and the earth is very far, and the fate depends on people."

"Grandfather?" Zhang Liang was taken aback. He didn't believe in fate before, but after Han Fei's death, he did.Convinced.

Opening his eyes erratically, he looked into the distance and asked, "Do you still remember the first article I taught you?"

Zhang Liang nodded, "Remember, the mantis catches the cicada."

He straightened his back openly, looked at the gray sky, and said: "It is impossible for a person to be invincible, and for a country, it is impossible for a country to be prosperous forever. Qin's morale is at its peak now, but it will not last ten years. South Korea is a cicada. , Qin is a praying mantis, and eventually enters the belly of a oriole. The appearance of this tree depends on the person who planted the tree, understand?"

The person who planted the tree was exactly what Zhang Liang said when he was a child.

It's just that these words are not like teaching, but more like instructions and wills.

Zhang Liang had a bad feeling and asked, "What is grandfather going to do?"

Zhang Kai was displeased, "Just answer me if you understand."

Zhang Liang bowed his head, "Understood."

"Okay." His brows were stretched open, his expression relaxed, as if he had seen through the world and had no worries, "You recite it again, without missing a word, and with a loud voice, piercing the ears of every Qin soldier in the city. Let them know , the old man is in the sky, watching this day with a smile."

At this point, Zhang Liang finally understood his intention - martyrdom!

"Grandfather, Liang'er begs you to think twice!"

"If you still think that you are a descendant of the Zhang family, then don't try to persuade me."

There have been thousands of families in South Korea since ancient times, among which the Zhang family is the best.Now South Korea is precarious, as the head of the family, he should live and die together.

Zhang Kaidi has this sacredness in his heart, the reverence for his homeland, and his hope for the future.This belief will never be shaken.

To this day, Zhang Liang really has nothing to worry about in the world, so he said: "Liang'er asks to go with grandfather."

Shaking his head openly, he looked at him fixedly, "If you go with me today, I will enter the eighteenth level of hell, and I will not enter reincarnation for life after life."

Zhang Liang was startled, and was stunned, "What does grandfather mean?"

He opened his mouth and said again: "People must be responsible for what they said. Liang'er, you said that you want to be a tree planter. Now that the tree has not yet sprouted, how can you give up willingly?"

The country is not in peace, and the people are not in peace.He was at the prime of his life, how could he bow down to die regardless of his family and country?He wants to complete a more important task, a mission beyond the reach of ordinary people, and he is obliged to do his part.

"grandfather......"

"Remember my words, if you dare to forget, you are not from the Zhang family."

"......Yes."

For a moment, my heart was sore and sorrowful, and it was tragic.

Zhang Liang's eyes trembled, he looked at the old man in front of him with great reluctance, he cupped his hands slowly, and said, "Zhang Liang...sends grandfather..."

His open brows stretched, and he staggered, stepping up the stone steps step by step.

A muffled sound of a horn pierced the air, like the wail of a lonely soul in Hanjiang.

Zhang Liang knelt down on both knees, bowed his head and put his forehead on the ground, and said loudly:

"There is a tree in the garden, and there is a cicada on it. The cicada lives high and screams, wanting to drink the dew, but I don't know that the mantis is behind it..."

The soldiers around were suddenly silent, only the sound of the beacon fire burning. They all looked at the stubborn and paranoid old man, who was extremely resolute after the jumping beacon fire.

The gunpowder smoke scattered into the air, causing sore eyes.

Tears welled up in his eyes and hit the ground with a thud. While weeping, Zhang Liang raised his voice: "The praying mantis is attached to the cicada, but does not know that the oriole is beside it; the oriole stretches its neck, and wants to peck the mantis, but does not know the bullet Under it also..."

Above the city gate, the westerly wind is blowing, blowing over, as if to chop people into pieces.

He caressed the stone bricks on the wall openly, leaped and jumped down the city gate.Hot blood splattered onto the city wall, leaving horrifying traces.

"咴——"

Qin Jun was shocked, the horses in the first row raised their front hooves uncomfortably, retreated two steps, and the army's morale was shaken.

Hearing the movement outside, Zhang Liang slowly closed his eyes, "These three are all for the benefit of the future, and don't care about the troubles behind..."

A few crosses are soul-stirring.

Elegy songs of sorrow and sorrow, floating over the city wall, mixed with the sound of dull horns, generous and tragic.

After a stick of incense, the flag on the head of the Korean city slid down and a white flag was raised.In order to highlight the sincerity of surrender, Han Wangan personally waved the flag and shouted "Freedom from war".

Since then, there are only six of the Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period, and there is no "Han" on the map.

...........Separation line of subjugation ..............................

That was Zhang Liang's loneliest year. He hadn't gotten out of the shadow of Han Fei's death, and his country was ruined and his family was destroyed.He spends his days in a daze, not asking about the affairs of the world, not knowing what is going on.

"The bottle of wine is full, and the wind and dust are forgotten. The rivers and mountains are broken, where is this body going... Sad and sad, who will I return to... who will I return to..."

Alone, with no one to accompany him.Ruoli, who was always clinging to him in the past, also went to look for Wei Zhong's body, and never returned it.

What more could a man like him want?I can only drag the wreckage and live in a muddle.

One person with one sword, and the burden on his back was only the size of a palm. No one would recognize that this was the high-spirited young master Zhang of Xinzheng City.

One day, he was drunk, sniffing the bitter smell of the soil, and fell asleep on the country road.When I woke up, I found myself in a thatched hut, feeling at a loss.

"You're awake." A woman pushed the door open and looked at him with a smile.Then he wiped his hands on the apron and handed him a cup of hot tea, "You are a son of a noble family, why did you fall asleep on the mountain road? That road is often infested by big insects at night, fortunately my husband passed by and rescued you, otherwise , it's really dangerous."

Why save him...

What's the point of living for a person like him?

But people are kind and laborious, so I still have to thank them for such kindness.

So he put the teacup on the low table and bowed to the woman, "Thank you Madam for saving me."

"Don't do such a great gift!" The woman helped him up, she was kind and kind, "You and my husband are old acquaintances, so it is right to save you."

Zhang Liang was taken aback, "Old acquaintance?"

After the demise of South Korea, he no longer had any friends, either died or separated.Even Ruoli, who grew up with him since childhood, also ran to the city where Wei Zhong died in battle, saying that he wanted to find that person, but he has not returned yet.

Just as he was wondering, a stalwart figure stepped through the door.

Zhang Liang stared at the man and the child in his arms, and said in astonishment, "Hate Senior Brother?"

The author has something to say:

Poor Liang in the trough...