"Stop! Stop! I can't write it anymore! ”

In the middle of September, on a crisp autumn day, Heifu sat in the open space of the barracks, and in front of him there was a short-legged mulberry case, he held a brush, and on the right was a simple inkstone and a charcoal ink of not very good texture, and two pieces of wood that were not very well cut were placed in front of him, which were already densely written with words......

Ji Ying, who was kneeling opposite him, stopped doing it and muttered, "I haven't finished my words yet, why did I write it so quickly." ”

Hefu was troubled by this, but he was helpless, because he also brought on this errand.

It turned out that after Heifu's suggestion was adopted by Lieutenant Li You, he ordered that all battalion soldiers, but if they wanted to send letters home, they could bring their own wooden slips and hand them over to the hundred generals and tun commanders, and the literate military officials would write them on their behalf. At that time, the letter will be collected according to the establishment and sent back to Nanjun......

Heifu said impatiently: "What you want to say is nothing more than that you have now obtained the Duke, and you can marry her when you return from the war, so that she does not look for other men." Other than that, it's all nonsense, and it's better not to say too much, or your bride will find that you can talk better than she does, and she will be scared away. ”

This kind of "love letter" is the most troublesome: the soldiers have been away from home for too long, and they want to say a lot, very secretive, and even a little obscene, so they fall into an embarrassing situation where they want to say but dare not say it, and they have to blush in front of the black man for a long time before they can spit out a few words.

Except for Ji Ying, Heifu found that except for the first two greetings in Ji Ying's letter, the rest were all boasting and flirting, and the writing became more and more unbearable, and he couldn't put pen to paper.

Hand the two wooden slips full of writing to Ji Ying, and let him wait for the handwriting on them to dry and tie them up by himself. Originally, he also knew Braille, but he said that the letter was to be written to his future wife, and he was afraid that his words would be too ugly, so he asked Heifu to help.

The result is a moment when it is written.

"Don't worry that your family won't be able to read it, they will ask the clerk to help you read out the letter."

As soon as Heifu said this, Ji Ying suddenly became embarrassed, there are some secret things for Heifu to know, if he lets the insiders know again, then he can't be laughed at after he goes back?

He hurriedly repented: "Rewrite and rewrite, I won't say those words!" ”

"It's late." Heifu waved his hand to chase him: "If you don't want it, write it yourself, I won't help you again." ”

Ji Ying had to leave in a huff, Heifu asked him to help after he was done, and he also came to help, among the more than 100 people, the literacy level reached the level of helping people write letters, and there were only a few people in Heifu, Lixian, and Gongao, Ji Ying and Bu Cheng were barely okay, and the others were completely inadequate.

"Next!"

After sending Ji Ying away, Heifu raised his hand and asked the people who were lining up behind him to step forward in turn, and the entire open space of the barracks was full of excited soldiers, standing or sitting, discussing with each other what to write in their letters.

Not everyone is as talkative as Ji Ying, such as Huaimu from Jingling County, although he is a tun chief, he is illiterate.

Heifu set up the wooden stool, sharpened the ink, moistened the pen, and after waiting for a long time, Huaimu still stammered, and his expression was still a little twisted, as if the person he wanted to talk to was sitting opposite.

The thousands of words on weekdays, once they are really turned into sentences on the letter, and they are written by others, it is a little impossible to say. Perhaps in the opinion of Huaimu, who is not good at expression, it seems that it is more difficult to write a letter to the family than to take the city first.

It had to be persuaded by Hefu that he began to speak.

But he couldn't help it, he had to care about not only the two younger brothers of the subordinate who were supposed to be released, but also his newly married wife.

It can be seen that Huaimu is a very family-oriented person, and it is hard for you to imagine that this warrior as strong as iron can say such warm words in his mouth. But there were too many words and they were disorganized, and Heifu could only pick on the urgency to write, and timely remind his subordinates who were intoxicated with the narrative that the wooden slip was almost full.

At this time, Huai Mu reluctantly got up, took the wooden slip handed over by Heifu, carefully held it in his hand, looked upside down, smiled, and then carried it in his arms like a treasure, as if these seal characters would escape if he was not careful.

And the way he looked at Heifu changed from expectation and embarrassment to gratitude and reverence.

Hefu started at the end of the day, and he understood what an awe-inspiring thing it was for a man who had never learned to write, so many dense gestures.

Not only Huaimu, but also Dongmen Leopard, originally A Leopard could always suppress others in momentum, but when it came to writing, Dongmen Leopard's domineering arrogance disappeared, and he became a man who rubbed his hands and was careful......

Dongmen Leopard was worried about his mother, who was not in good health, and spent a lot of time talking about his hope to see his newborn son, saying that when he returned home after this battle, he would lift his son high and teach him martial arts from an early age, so that he could have no worries about food and clothing.

Thinking of this, Dongmen Leopard couldn't help but laugh happily, this new father, whose mind was full of sons, only vaguely said at the end of the letter that he also missed his wife.

Next is Xiao Tao, who is a stutterer, stammering and saying that it doesn't make sense, and it took a long time to hold back the word "father". Xiao Tao is also a person who takes into account the feelings of others, for fear of delaying the people behind him, so he said that he would not write, and Heifu simply stopped writing, saying that it is better to write for him completely.

Xiao Tao obeyed Heifu's words and immediately agreed, Heifu also knew a little about Xiao Tao's family background, so he learned his tone and asked Xiao Tao's father with concern, "Are you okay?" Then he praised Xiao Tao a lot, saying that he fought bravely, and now he is a master, and he is in charge of ten people in the army.

He also let Xiao Tao's father in Lilu in the future, so that he could raise his head and no longer be afraid of being bullied by anyone!

After writing, Heifu read it to Xiao Tao, and after reading it, the honest young man pursed his lips, his eyes were already red, and he waved at Heifu.

"Hundred...... What the hundred generals wrote, that's what I want to say! ”

It has been said that happy families are all the same, and unhappy families have their own misfortunes.

Heifu felt that this sentence was wrong, happiness and unhappiness were often intertwined, and it was difficult to distinguish the line.

The life reflected in each person's words is also different. In just one afternoon, Heifu quickly appreciated the happiness and misfortune of his subordinates, as if he had traveled through dozens of different lives.

After he stopped writing, the stories of these people still circled in Heifu's mind like a marquee.

At this time, it was almost dark, and Liham and Gongao came to report that they had each written about thirty letters, and that the soldiers in the battalion had all obtained their own letters.

Although his arms were sore and a little tired, looking at the soldiers who were frowning and bitter because of homesickness in the past, each holding their own family letters to show off to each other, laughing, Heifu felt that this hard work was nothing.

After the words that I wanted to say were written down in the family letter, the anxiety of everyone seemed to be sent away as well, which can be seen as a way to channel emotions.

"Next, I only hope that relying on Li You's relationship, I can persuade the Nanjun Shou to deliver these letters to the mail and transmission, and send them to the eighteen counties, hundreds of townships, thousands of lilu, and different people in Nanjun."

In this world, there is no letter that does not need to be sent.

Every letter to the family is a thought that must be conveyed.

"It's not just a letter from home that needs to be sent."

Hefu looked at his subordinates and thought to himself, "I'm going to bring you back with me at the end of this war!" ”

Each of them, like Heifu, is swept up by the general trend of the times, and must participate in one war after another, and may die at any time, and this fate seems to never see the end.

In the brutal war, they stick to their warrior identity, become fierce and irritable, and even destroy their individuality, trying to become one.

But it can be seen from the thousands of instructions, repeated and endless inquiries and narrations in their letters to their families. All people, after all, are flesh and blood, rough and heroic, as well as soft humanity and strong family affection, everyone is unique.

Unconsciously, Heifu suddenly realized that after he came to this era, he was far more with his comrades than his family......

Shi Wu is like a relative, and his uncle is like a friend, this sentence has become a reality.

In this historically defeated war, Heifu not only had to save his own life, but also tried to save the lives of hundreds of his subordinates.

……

In addition to the faster progress on the part of the Hefu and their side, the soldiers of several nearby camps are still queuing, noisily writing letters to their families, and I am afraid that they will be busy until tomorrow.

Heifu also heard that Li You also listened to his advice, personally inspected the camp, and in several camp tents, deigned to write, wrote letters for a few ordinary soldiers.

Those people trembled with excitement, and knelt down to worship Li You.

In the eyes of ordinary soldiers, Du Lieutenant, a high-ranking official, now surrendered his identity to greet them, and even wrote a letter for them kindly. And the beautiful seal script makes them feel that after the family letter is sent back, it can make the whole family have a bright face!

It is conceivable that Li You not only let these people serve loyally to the death, but also won the morale of the soldiers of Nanjun.

Of course, at this time, many people already knew that it was Heifu who persuaded the lieutenant to let everyone write a letter to his family, and when Heifu went out to the toilet, he found that there were still people in the camp next door who gave him a hand.

His new nickname of "Hundred Generals from the Family" will spread among the soldiers of Nanjun, but this time, he is full of gratitude and does not have any banter.

Hefu smiled back, and then, he returned to the open space of the barracks, where there was no one lined up, sat back in his familiar position, and in the last glow of the setting sun, he raised his pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write his last letter.

This is his own family letter.

"September Ding Si, Heifu dares to ask again, is his mother harmless? Heartfelt and surprised? Heifu is also unharmed, now in Yangcheng, he is a short soldier for the captain, and the captain treats me very kindly......"