Xinwu's worries are not unreasonable.
Indeed, Xiao Hemin and Pei Wenjian have lost contact with everyone since they were at the bubble lift shaft at the end of the cave. They were indeed captured by this "magic weapon" and embarked on an extremely difficult and seemingly long journey. A goalless but never-ending journey.
The red-coated general's way of leading the army is very simple and crude: once a new soldier is recruited, no matter what the person's physical condition is, a set of silver armor is quickly and firmly put on the whole body, and a weapon is stuffed in the hand. , or halberd or spear, or knife or shield, the old versus the new, just a whip, the horse's hooves are hanging in the air and about to be stepped down, this "new recruit egg" can only follow the large army and join the rapid march. , "people follow the crowd" and move forward crazily.
Xiao Hemin tried to say something to Pei Wenjian, but he found that he was clearly opening his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound, let alone be heard by others; and Pei Wenjian seemed to have never known him before, with an expression on his face. Dazed, eyes glaring ahead, all he could do was move forward desperately.
However, this is not surprising.
The path they have taken is even more incredible: regardless of the material or medium, they can pass through it as if they were walking on flat ground, leaving behind a large trace: either dusty or huge. Waves surge into the sky, branches are broken, flowers are destroyed, people and animals are flattened... In short, no matter it is cold winter, scorching heat, rain, dew, thunderstorm, there is no place that this army cannot rush through.
Moreover, no matter what the situation is, the equipment of this unit will never be contaminated or left with anything else. The silver armor will always be as bright as new, and the red coat of the general in red will always flutter in the wind, rustling and heroic. , unstoppable.
After running around tirelessly like this, Xiao Hemin discovered a bigger problem: he was never hungry or tired at all. It seemed that his body had become a machine, part of this "military machine". And his soul and thoughts were imprisoned in this "machine" and could not escape.
He doesn't even know what "time" is. Here, there is no "time", only endless repetition.
And in his heart, he was anxiously fighting against this "repetition" and instinctively: he could feel that this confrontation was becoming a "tug of war": if he relaxed a little, he would Lose forever this, that bit of "thought" that belongs to him.
And this was exactly the result he saw from Pei Wenjian's eyes - he should have ended this confrontation with himself, and seemed to have lost that part of himself forever, which belongs to him alone." Pei Wenjian's "thought" has become what this army wants: just move forward, regardless of everything, and no need for self-confrontation.
When this army passed by the collapsed wellhead of the drying house again, Xiao Hemin saw Xin Wu. He really wanted to shout and say hello to them, but this army, which could only move forward and not retreat, was wrapped in a thick The dust passed by in front of their eyes and disappeared.
He could do nothing but watch as he was taken away.
Xin Wu just thought secretly in his heart. He didn't know where this thought came from.
Such a huge and grand scene was clearly seen by Shi Baoshan, who was high up and became the "Flying General": he knew the whereabouts of this mysterious army.
The city lord Tartar Wentai had already stood up from the ground, looking at the place where the magic weapon disappeared from a distance, he sighed and said: "I must have done something to disgrace the people of the city, so God sent them to warn me. Fortunately, The people were not harmed, thank God for mercy!"
He turned around and saw Xin Wu, Wang Li and He Yixi patting their clothes there, with smiles on their faces, chatting and laughing in a low voice, and asked:
"Have any of you seen this kind of thing?"
Just as Wang Li was about to speak, he was interrupted by Xin Wu's loud reply: "No, no! Such a rare event can only happen in your castle. We are so lucky! It's an eye-opener! The city lord is here, To have such a scene, you are truly a blessed wise king!"
"Eh? I'm just here? Is that really the case? In other words, it is indeed because I did something inappropriate that led to this kind of thing!"
The city lord became even more determined that he must be at fault, so he turned to the other sergeants and asked, "Can any of you tell me: Have I done anything unkind in recent years that would have caused early warning of military disaster?"
"No no!"
"City Lord Renyi, who doesn't know! How could it be your fault?"
"The city lord is wise!"
The sergeants naturally praised him, which made Tatar Wentai feel much better.
"actually……"
This small voice, although very soft, was indeed said by someone.
The city lord looked around and finally settled on the small voice of "actually", which came from the mouth of little He Yixi who looked extremely low-key and always looked scared and timid.
Xin Wu was also secretly surprised. He didn't expect that He Yixi would dare to stand up and speak at this time.
"It's you, little Guo Shi, what do you mean 'actually'?"
Tat Wentai put one hand behind his back, straightened out his "general belly", with a very generous expression, smiled and encouraged, pointed at He Yixi with the other hand and asked.
"Actually, you yourself may not have made any mistakes; or, what about the people around you, the close ones?"
What He Yixi was referring to was very clear.
"You mean my daughter Tartar?"
The city lord's wife has passed away, and his mother has long retreated to the countryside and is not involved in political affairs. The "close person" can only be his spoiled daughter.
"As for her, she is a bit naughty, but it is probably just a little girl's trick. How could it be so serious that she would lead to a military disaster?
Wang Li was not familiar with He Yixi, but seeing that he could express his opinions like this, he became somewhat interested in him. He looked at Xin Wu, raised his eyebrows, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Not bad, boy, you have some courage."
He Yixi didn't know where the courage came from at this time. Let him speak. He raised his voice a little and said slowly: "Below the city lord, all citizens, including your daughter, should be treated equally. ?"
"Yep."
"So, your daughter has her own servants, fields, and manors. Do your other subjects also have these things?"
"This——she is the daughter of my city lord!"
"Just because she is the daughter of your city lord! You can distribute the wealth collected from the city residents to her. You should let her know how to be grateful and repay, instead of using her privileges to do bad things as she pleases!"
He Yixi straightened her back, as if she was redressing the grievances of the people in the city, with awe-inspiring justice.
"Is she really that bad? Is she so bad that even God will not tolerate her?"
The city lord's stomach closed unconsciously, and the hand that was originally behind his back moved to the front. The city lord changed his posture: the fingers of his hands were intertwined, covering his half-shrunk belly, as if he was trying to hold down the belly that was rising and falling due to emotions.
