Chapter 152
Chapter 180 The Past of the Martial Saint in His Prime (6k
"You ask what we have gained from our hard work?" Hai Siyuan shook his head:
"Why so many reasons? It's just to survive."
"There are still women and children alive in this isolated city, which is worth it."
He did not say any great truths in front of the storyteller Qianliyan, a stranger.
He was a soldier, and he was good at fighting on the battlefield, not dealing with the storyteller in front of him.
But Qianliyan was not very satisfied.
As a storyteller in Tingchao Tower, he was keenly aware that if the story of this isolated army in front of him spread, it would surely shock the entire Kyushu.
Even the news that the Martial Saint had appeared briefly in the world and died before, I am afraid it may not be as shocking as this news.
He thought for a moment and asked again: "Does Captain Hai know that this strange man is not going to draw out the people of Kyushu? The barbarians who were skinned alive. If Captain Hai had considered the overall situation and the lives of the people in this isolated city, would it be more appropriate to surrender to the Immortal Gate as soon as possible? " "In that case, perhaps the residents in the city can live longer." As soon as these words came out, the faces of several soldiers around him changed immediately. "What the hell, what is this idiot saying?" "I have been guarding the city for forty years, and finally waited for someone to cross the desert and asked me why I didn't surrender earlier?" If Qiao Mu hadn't been standing next to them and helped them fight, so that this remnant army had fewer brothers killed, they would probably have drawn their swords. Even the leading captain Hai Siyuan frowned, and his eyes lingered between Qiao Mu and Qianliyan. He noticed that these two people didn't seem to be in the same group. "Old Mr. Qiao Shuangsen "Sheng is a former veteran of Dayan, and who are you?" He turned to ask Qianliyan.
"He is the storyteller of Tingchao Tower, and I just met by chance." Qiao Mu also decisively stood a little further away.
This Qianliyan's mouth is too chattering, and he talks about things that are not related to the topic, which makes Qiao Mu, a reckless man, a little confused.
Is there anyone who talks like you?
In fact, Qiao Mu and others misunderstood him.
His name is Qianliyan, not "lack of heart".
There is a reason for his bad mouth.
Tingchao Tower has ears and eyes all over the world, and if you want to get the most real and reliable information, you have to use extraordinary words.
We are all adults, not children.
We all have scheming and defense, and we naturally understand the principle of talking deeply to shallow friends. How can you, a storyteller, come and tell you the truth from the heart?
And What Qianliyan is good at is this kind of heart-wrenching rhetoric.
He has low emotional intelligence at first glance, but it is intentional.
These veterans have been trapped in the isolated city for forty years, so their defenses are naturally very strong.
Qianliyan wants to pierce their defenses, so he deliberately uses this kind of rhetoric to irritate people.
The more these old soldiers break their defenses, the more angry they are, and the more likely they are to expose their true thoughts because of their emotional ups and downs.
Of course, this rhetoric also has advantages and disadvantages.
The biggest disadvantage is... it is easy to be beaten to death.
"The storyteller in Tingchao Tower... seems to have heard of it before." Hai Siyuan thought carefully for a moment before he remembered it.
Hai Wuya was the Minister of Rites forty years ago, and he was born as a martial artist, so Hai Siyuan's knowledge is not shallow.
"I heard that there are two factions in Tingchao Tower, 'real things' and 'strange news'. Which faction are you from?" Hai Siyuan looked at Qianliyan meaningfully.
"Of course, I am a practical person." Qianliyan said without hesitation: "No matter how strange the anecdote is, it is not as touching as the real thing." This is a lie! Qianliyan and Shunfenger of Tingchaolou are both storytellers with supernatural powers. They are the two pillars of the "strange story" school and wear the same pants. Tingchaolou is not an ordinary martial arts force. The pillars among storytellers do not mean that their martial arts are high, but only represent that they are excellent in their job as "storytellers". In fact, it means that their eloquence and speech skills are better, and even their imagination is stronger than that of ordinary storytellers, and they can make up more bizarre anecdotes, etc. Qianliyan said that he was a practical person, in fact, it was because the storytellers of the anecdote school did not have a good reputation. After all, it would be strange if they always made anecdotes like "Ten Rotten Crotches" to have a good reputation. "As a pragmatic storyteller, I am going to the desert to visit the ruins of Anxi City and dig up the true story of the alien war." Qianliyan said excitedly: "Captain Hai, your answer is very important to me." "If I can get out of this desert one day, I will tell the story of the remnant army of Dayan to the outside world and spread it to the nine states through the ears and eyes of Tingchao Tower." Qianliyan almost believed it himself. His purpose of coming here is not so great and glorious. Originally, he just guessed that the secret of the alien war was hidden in this desert, and it was suspected to be related to the immortal gate... If he knew that the secret was so big and it was so deeply involved with the immortal gate, he would never come. Tingchao Tower can survive until now, not because they are so strong, but because they adhere to the principle of not causing trouble, just sitting high up in the building to listen to the ebb and flow of the tide, instead of going down to play some tide-maker. However, seeing these old soldiers so excited, Qianliyan did not dare to say too much. After all, Qiao Mu was not in the same group with him. In fact, he was Qiao Mu's prisoner just now. If he really angered these old soldiers and drew his sword to kill him, perhaps no one here would protect him.
"I dare to ask, military gentlemen, don't be angry... I'm afraid no one in Kyushu outside knows your traces, no one knows that you are still fighting, not even the current emperor... So why are you still holding on to this place? Lonely city? Why don't you surrender to strangers?" The clairvoyant asked again:
"If you surrender, more soldiers and civilians in this isolated city will survive, which is better than having the whole city buried in the desert."
Hai Siyuan subconsciously took a deep breath to calm down a little, resisted the urge to draw the knife, and said in a deep voice:
"In the past forty years, there have indeed been a few deserters and people who fled in this isolated city... They finally disappeared into this desert. Whether they are alive or dead, we don't know what the outcome will be."
"If you want to ask why our three hundred remnant troops didn't surrender..."
Hai Siyuan looked at the old soldiers behind him who also had gray hair.
"Zhao Dayong, why don't you surrender?"
This old soldier looked to be sixty or seventy years old, older than Hai Siyuan. He replied:
"Captain, I am from Yancheng, Nanzhou, and my wife and children are all there. If even the last hundred thousand elites of Dayan surrender, how will the people of Kyushu still have the fighting spirit?"
"If there is no country, what is our home? How can we have peace for my family?"
Hai Siyuan nodded and looked at another veteran:
"Chen Zhi, why don't you surrender?"
"If a foreigner gains power, he will treat ordinary people as nothing. Surrendering is easy, but then I am afraid that he will become the stranger's ox and horse. It is better to die on the battlefield."
"Chen An?"
"We are already the most elite immortal-killing army in Dayan. We can die, but we cannot surrender!"
"Guo Huaizhong, what about you?"
"How can there be so many reasons?"
"I can make up a hundred or a thousand reasons for surrender. Is it okay if the water is too cold?"
"There is only one reason not to surrender, because I am a soldier! A soldier of Dayan! A soldier of Kyushu! Is this reason enough?"
The words of these veterans gradually became excited.
Over the years, very few outsiders have come to this isolated city. In front of the clairvoyant eyes of Qiao Mu and the storyteller, they couldn't help but start chatting.
"They said a lot. So, let me tell you what I think." Hai Siyuan looked deeply at the many tombstones of soldiers standing in front of him:
"Forty years ago, I was only twenty years old. Among the 100,000 troops, I was considered the youngest group of non-commissioned officers."
"Mr. Qiao, do you know why I can survive until now, but the generals above me have all died?"
"Is it because I am the son of the Minister of Rites? Is it because I have good qualifications and high martial arts skills, so I am alive now?"
He smiled softly and shook his head.
"My father's reputation is not that big. The hundred thousand elites of Great Flame back then were no small matter, and there were many people with higher power and status than my father."
"But they're all dead."
"I can survive because those generals took the lead and told me that I am still young and don't rush to die..." Captain Hai, who is now in his sixties, has gray hair on his temples. He looks at this The mountain is covered with tombstones, and the old man is in tears:
"The veterans of the old army died for me!"
"Now that I am an old soldier, I should die for the women and children of the isolated city and for the descendants of Kyushu!"
Some people are thinking about their wives and children in their hometown, some are thinking about Kyushu, some are just dissatisfied with others and want to move on, and some are passing on the will of the old soldier.
The soldiers of this lonely army each have their own thoughts and reasons.
But in the end, they all stood in this lonely city, or lay in the graves outside this lonely city in the desert.
These veterans and veterans have finished speaking.
Both Qiao Mu and Clairvoyant looked at the silent desert forest of steles and the angry old soldiers, speechless for a moment.
Especially clairvoyance as a storyteller.
As a geek from Tingchao Tower, he has heard many bizarre and absurd stories, and he has also made up many touching stories.
But those are all fictitious stories, exaggerated or embellished, and are not true.
What was before him at this moment was facts and historical facts.
The whole city is full of white hair, but they will never lose their swords. After fighting alone for forty years, how dare you forget Great Yan?
"Saving one's life to go to the national disaster, seeing death as if it were a sudden return. A true story has power that no matter how good a storyteller is, it can't be made up." Qiao Mu glanced at the storyteller beside him and said slowly.
The storyteller was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly.
In front of these remnants of the Great Yan army who dared to die generously, he thought that he had just deliberately used words to pierce the defenses of the old soldiers... This made him feel a little ashamed.
Between life and death, there is great terror!
No matter in which era, there are very few people who dare to die generously and face this great horror.
Rarely, but never extinct.
Throughout Jiuzhou, from ancient times to the present, there have been a group of true heroes who had faith and died generously.
The soldiers who guard the border and the soldiers who guard the frontier.
The civil servants who died carrying coffins to remonstrate, and the generals who died on the battlefield.
Qing Shi Zhao Zhao, such a character has been passed down from ancient times to the present, and is implemented in the entire ancient history of Kyushu.
This is the power of reality, a majestic epic that even a storyteller like Clairvoyant could not compile with all his talents!
"Listen to the storyteller of Chaolou, are you satisfied with our answer?" Hai Siyuan asked again, his voice echoing in the desert.
"I have nothing to say." The storyteller remained silent and just bowed deeply to Hai Siyuan.
He was convinced.
"Captain Hai, he has nothing to say, but I still have something to ask." Qiao Mu spoke at this time.
"I would like to ask the Martial Saint...the former Martial Generals, why can you live, but you can only wait to die in this lonely city?" Qiao Mu's eyes were bright.
He was someone who had personally seen and challenged the Martial Saint. Now that he met the remnant army of the former Great Flame, he just felt worthless for them.
"Wu Shengren was the only survivor among the 100,000 troops that Dayan conquered the Immortal Sect forty years ago to walk out of this desert. He even got General Li Changge's "Lingxi Jue". Why did he get out alive? Instead of you?"
As soon as these words came out.
The views of the veterans have also changed and become quite complicated.
It's not that there are no outsiders in Anxi City, it's just that they are extremely rare.
And it was not like they had never heard of what the former military general and today's military saint had done.
They know little about the outside world, but they don't know anything about it.
Especially about the martial saint.
"Of course General Wu is not a deserter..." Captain Hai's eyes were dark, remembering the past many years ago: