It can be said that they are all disabled people or old people.
Those who are not disabled will join the Four Sacred Beast Generals, or the Modao Team directly under the King of Chu.
"Dangdangdang..."
North of Chuhe Village, in the quiet night, the crisp sound of hammers rang out.
It was a veteran who built an unfinished house on the edge of Chuhe Village.
Not far behind him, sat a young man whose right hand was trembling.
The young man couldn't help but said: "Old guy, we are going to war, and we are still repairing the house."
Hearing this, the veteran gave him a slap in the face: "You young man, are you so rude? Do you know if you call me senior?"
The young man rolled his eyes: "It's just a title, what's the difference?"
"There's a big difference! For example, if you call me old guy, I'm very angry now, but if you call me senior, then I might help you block the knife later."
The young man burst out laughing: "Pfft, say goodbye! You'd better take care of yourself. At such a young age, instead of retreating with General Suzaku and the others, what do you think of staying behind in Chuhe Village? Do you think you have a long life?" "
The veteran's forehead and eyebrows furrowed: "You young man, your mouth really stinks. This should be treated as a slap in the face as usual."
"Young man, before you want to ask a question, let's talk about yourself first. What's wrong with that hand? Can you pick up the sword?"
hand…….
At the mention of his hands, the young man couldn't help but sigh.
He had battlefield syndrome.
When I was training in Chuhe Village, I was infected by the charm of General Xuanwu, and I was proud to join the Xuanwu Camp.
And he is also very powerful. With the first place in the same period, he joined the Xuanwu Camp without any controversy and became the youngest soldier in the Xuanwu Camp.
So proud! I was really proud of myself at that time!
But in the first war, he was frightened. Training is different from war. War is a machine where blood and flesh are intertwined. It is completely different from the small fights of training!
His legs were so frightened that he blocked an arrow from the enemy with his sword, and then pretended to be dead.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe he was in a coma at that time. When he woke up, the war was over and there were corpses lying around.
There are comrades from the Xuanwu Camp, but more of them are enemies!
But in his eyes at that time, and now, he only had those dead comrades in his eyes.
Looking at those comrades who were talking and laughing yesterday, talking about what kind of women they would marry in the future, and bragging about how many kilograms of wine they could drink, one by one fell down in front of him and turned into cold corpses.
Their desperate and empty eyes kept him living in nightmares!
"Why are you pretending to be dead? If you hadn't pretended to be dead, our team would have had one more fighting force, and I wouldn't have died."
"The youngest soldier of Xuanwu Clan? I think he is the cowardest soldier in the history of Xuanwu Camp!"
"Go away, you are not worthy of being a soldier of our Xuanwu Camp! You are not worthy of being a soldier of His Royal Highness King Chu!"
"Give me my life! Give me my life!"
"……."
One sentence, as if spoken by those cold corpses, since then, he has suffered from battlefield syndrome, and his right hand will keep shaking.
And the nightmare has been haunting him, it is the corpses of his comrades who have accused him in emotionless words, haunting him, haunting him...
He quit the Xuanwu Camp and returned to Chuhe Village to work as a logistics soldier carrying food.
environment safety.
But even so.
Those nightmares always linger.
Several years passed and he was unable to recover.
Shaking his head, the young man stopped thinking about it.
He looked at the Xuanwu sword in his hand and said, "If you can pick up the sword, you may not be able to pick it up. Who knows."
"Anyway, I have been a loser all these years. In fact, sometimes I always think that I should have died back then, and I deserve to die more than those comrades."
"I've always wanted to die, but I couldn't bring myself to commit suicide. Maybe tonight is my chance."
The veteran took a deep look at him and said with a smile: "Today's young people are really useless. They are not like our generation, who followed the King of Chu from the south to Chang'an without a word of fear."
The young man sighed and said, "Maybe, my existence has discredited Xuanwu Camp."
As he spoke, he pressed his right hand on the Xuanwu armor number on his right shoulder.
No. 3257.
This means that he is the 3257th Xuanwu warrior to join the Xuanwu camp.
Even if he quits Xuanwu Camp, the armor will always be his own.
According to His Royal Highness the King of Chu, from the day the armor and weapons are given to you, they are your brothers. We have no right to interfere with your relationship with your brothers. They will always be with you until the end.
This set of Xuanwu armor, Xuanwu shield and Xuanwu sword have been gathering dust for several years. There is still heavy dust when they are taken out tonight. The young man is not sure whether he can still wield the Xuanwu sword.
"Old guy, what about you? I see that you are Modao Guard No. 42. Your Modao Guards are still alive with your Modao Guards in such a broken state. It seems that you Modao Guards are safer, so the previous numbers can also survive. "
The young man's voice was full of sarcasm.
He didn't really mean to ridicule, it was just the way he spoke, a way of speaking that deserved a beating.
Upon hearing this, the veteran temporarily stopped beating the house.
His Mo Dao armor is all covered with scars, dozens of them? Hundreds of places? He doesn't know it himself.
"All dead."
The veteran's voice was filled with calm.
These words made the young man slightly stunned.
The veteran did not look at him. His eyes became melancholy and even filled with tears, as if he was caught up in the memory of that period of blood and tears.
"I am the first batch of Modao Guards. I follow His Royal Highness the King of Chu in the north and south. Sometimes my comrades die, but usually new brothers will join soon. Moreover, Modao Guards have always been the most powerful unit in protection. The losses are very small.”
"But once, we fell into a trap."
"Changsun Wuji gave His Highness wrong information. Our 100 Modao Guards and His Highness were surrounded by five thousand enemy troops. There was still a thin sky in the canyon. In the end, only 11 brothers came back."
"And I am the only person with a two-digit number among Mo Daojia's numbers 1-99."
The voice fell and the air was quiet.
After a while, the young man said: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you..."
"It's okay." The veteran smiled and said, "It's been so long, and I have retired."
"I remember, before my old brothers died, we watched the King of Chu's palace come step by step. We knew that he had an ambition to build Chuhe Village into Chuhe City!"
"If it hadn't been for His Highness, I would have died a long time ago. But Brother Mo Daowei, who had the best relationship with me, took my hand before he died and told me to let me take his share! Continue to follow Your Highness Behind you, to the ends of the earth.”
"I agreed, haha, but I dug a hole for myself."
"After retiring, I have to remember his promise before leaving! After retiring, I can't help His Highness on the battlefield. I can only continue to build Chuhe Village."
"Young man, you know, in the past few years, I have watched the small Chuhe Village grow into Chuhe Town little by little! From scratch! From a fence land to a land of thousands of people! It is like a child, I am Watch it grow."
"Growing up slowly, but now, His Highness has been taken away by the Turks. It seems that it will never grow up again. Even so, I will try my best to do my best."
After the veteran finished speaking, he continued to knock on the house.
But halfway through the knocking, tears suddenly fell uncontrollably: "His Royal Highness King Chu! How could His Highness King Chu be taken away!"
"He clearly promised me back then that he would avenge the 99 brothers in my batch, kill Changsun Wuji, and build Chuhe Village into Chuhe City. He promised, he promised..."
This veteran who had experienced hundreds of battles did not cry when his teammates died, nor did his wife die in childbirth, but the departure of King Chu made him burst into tears.
His Royal Highness the King of Chu.
Faith, that is his faith!
The departure of his faith brought him to the point of collapse.
He didn't really want King Chu to help him avenge his words. He just thought that His Highness should not end up like this. His Highness obviously still had a lot of things to do, and he wanted to continue to follow that man behind him, even if it was He is also willing to be a transport soldier and a citizen.
But he is gone...
Just like that, he was plotted by a villain and left the Tang Dynasty.
The veteran wiped his tears. He promised his dead brothers that he would live and die with His Highness, and that he would fight the first batch of Mo Dao Guards and the last batch of his last life to protect His Highness the King of Chu!
Now that His Highness is away, he will protect the land that His Highness loves so much until his death!
The young man was somewhat infected by the spirit of the veteran. He pursed his lips. He always had a bad mouth and became serious: "Old guy, if you survive, how about you become my senior?"
The veteran was stunned for a moment. He looked at the young man and smiled: "Okay, I'm waiting for your words!"
The appearance of a smile after crying, coupled with the wrinkled old face of a veteran, can be said to be extremely ugly.
But in the eyes of young people, this face is more beautiful than anything else.
…….…….
West of Chuhe Village.
Someone is grilling skewers.
A retired White Tiger soldier passed by, and one of them couldn't help but said: "No, why are you still grilling skewers? There is going to be a war!"
The man smiled and said, "We haven't started a war yet, and we have to eat in a war! Come on, you two can join us too!"
He smiled and took out two skewers.
"No! I have to check the defenses in other places, but I don't have time to eat here."
"It's you, I remember you. You used to make skewers all the time. Why are you still making skewers now instead of evacuating with General Suzaku and the others?"
This white tiger warrior was a little surprised.
If he remembers correctly, this kebab merchant does not have any force.
Hearing this, the kebab seller sighed and looked at the sky: "The kebabs I grill are only eaten by people in Chuhe Village."
"My skewers have no oil and no meat. I used to BBQ skewers in Yangzhou. I know they don't taste good, but the bullies smashed my stall several times, and I still feel very uncomfortable."
"It wasn't until His Highness's people brought me to Chuhe Village that I realized that my skewers were being eaten by many people! And although they didn't like it because it tasted bad and they made less money, they would never destroy my stall. .”
"I like it here and I won't leave here."
Bai Hushi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he hesitated.
A long while.
Then he said: "Follow General Suzaku and the others and return to the Jiangdong base camp. You can also make skewers and eat them."
The Kebab Man shook his head: "I have been running away all my life, and I have been chased away by the bullies in those areas all my life. I don't want to run away anymore. And although I like the villagers of Chuhe Village, I like this land even more."
“This land is so beautiful and I grew up watching it.”
As the skewer man spoke, he knelt down and put his right ear close to the ground.
His eyes were hot, as if the ground beneath his feet was his child.
He loves this land deeply, more than anyone else!
"Okay, okay, I got it, I got it! Don't go crazy and kneel on the ground, and give me some skewers!"
"Hey, that's good!"
Bai Hushi took the skewer and took a bite, and his beautiful eyebrows instantly wrinkled: "No, I said your bad craftsmanship should really be improved. There has been no progress at all in so many years. Why don't you add some oil and some meat? Can't you? ?”
The skewer man laughed and said: "The capital will become expensive, and then you won't be able to make much money."
Bai Hu Shi:…….
"Madman! I don't care about you anymore, remember to find a place to hide later!!"
Bai Hushi hurriedly finished the skewers in his hands, then left here and went to check the defense measures.
The kebab man said and walked away slowly, continuing to lean on his skewers and grilling... maybe the last skewers in his life.
There is always a group of people who love the land beneath their feet so deeply that even if they know that they will die if they stay, they will choose to stay without hesitation and are willing to live and die with their hometown.
….…….….
In addition to these two places, dialogues are also taking place in other places.
Some of them stayed because they loved this land, some stayed because of their efforts to protect His Highness, and some did not know how to write the word "retreat".
The reasons for staying are varied.
But the only common goal is certain.
That's it.
Kill the incoming enemy! Protect my territory!
Not to mention the terrifying General Tiance coming, even if God comes, they won't give in even a cent!
This is His Royal Highness the King of Chu! This is His Highness’s territory! It's their territory! The only way to occupy them is to step on their corpses!
