Chapter 153
"Why he still knows General Li's "Lingxi Jue"? I happen to know the reason."
"Although I was not a high-ranking officer in the army as a sixth-rank captain, I was the son of the Minister of Rites after all. I know some things."
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Forty years ago in this desert, outside the lonely city.
In the big tent, two generals broke out into a fierce quarrel.
"Li Changge, you underestimate me, Wu! I am not a coward. If you can die, why can't I die? Is there any reason in this world that soldiers fight to the death and the marshal escapes alone?"
The Wu Sheng, who was in his prime, was tall and burly like an iron tower, with eyes like cold lightning, and an amazing power.
Compared with him, Li Changge looked more gentle, with starry eyes, sword eyebrows, white face and short beard. He was a scholarly Confucian general, but his momentum was not weaker than that of Wu Sheng.
"Brother Wu, stop being so hypocritical, leave quickly! What's the point of dying in the hands of this alien? You are the strongest among the 100,000 troops, and you have the greatest hope!"
"Why don't you leave? Li Changge, you still have a lovely wife waiting for you at home, right?"
"Do you think I don't want to leave? If your martial arts talent and understanding are not better than mine, and you have greater hope, would it be your turn to escape? By then, I will definitely run faster than you!"
Li Changge blew his beard and glared, leaving the martial saint speechless for a moment.
"Brother Wu! I hope you can consider the Nine Provinces and the world." Li Changge bowed again and said:
"It is easy to die. But it is more difficult to live in disgrace and hide quietly..."
"In front of the aliens, our military tactics are of little significance. In my opinion, the hope of the Nine Provinces lies in martial arts... not today's martial arts, but the martial arts of the future."
"You are already the eleventh martial artist in the world at the age of forty-five. If you had not been distracted by being an official and learning military tactics, your martial arts achievements would definitely be more than this! In this regard, I am not as good as you."
"What Dayan needs is a pioneer of martial arts, not a general who died at the hands of aliens. Among the 100,000 troops, no one is more suitable to be a pioneer of martial arts than you."
The Martial Saint was silent for a long time.
"Even so, I can't abandon 100,000 comrades..." he hesitated.
Li Changge didn't speak, but walked to the front of the big tent and lifted the tent curtain.
Outside the door curtain, there were nearly a hundred military officers standing in the tent, including the young military lieutenant Hai Siyuan.
"Please flee, General Wu." A sergeant said:
"If the general stays here, he will die. With your qualifications, if you flee and concentrate on practicing martial arts, maybe many years later, there will be hope for martial arts in the world and life in Jiuzhou!"
"There are 100,000 elite soldiers in Jiuzhou here, and there is no shortage of a general who will die for the country!" Other soldiers also spoke up, and there was a sudden noise in front of the big tent:
"General Wu, it's okay to leave, please live for the 100,000 comrades!"
"Please flee for your life!"
"Please flee for your life!"
Hundreds of eyes fell on the face of the Martial Saint, and the words of the soldiers were noisy at first, and then merged into one stream, gradually becoming neat.
Li Changge in the big tent also moved. He took out a package prepared in advance and stuffed it into the hands of the Martial Saint.
"Even the baggage is ready? You are hiding it from me, the commander?"
"Inside this bag... "Lingxi Jue"?"
The bag that Li Changge gave him was not a water bag or dry food, but a martial arts secret book headed by "Lingxi Jue".
"This is what the soldiers put together... Things are urgent, and there is no time to collect much. And no one brought the secret book with them when they went to war. These are just the parts that were written down, and they are not complete..."
"What does this mean?"
"This is a little food for the pioneers of martial arts. The immortal way is strong and the martial arts is weak. If we martial artists want to make progress, we can't cherish our own things!"
The martial saint didn't say anything else, but just picked up the bag silently, got on the horse, and rode away under the eyes of all the soldiers.
He has never been a fussy person. Since he saw the soldiers' willingness to die, he would naturally not disappoint them.
Before leaving the camp gate, the sky in the west was covered with dark clouds, and there were lightning like snakes shuttling through the clouds, and a vague and majestic voice came from above the clouds, resounding through the clouds.
The strange people from the nine major immortal gates are coming!
"The strange people are coming..." Li Changge jumped on his horse, led many soldiers, and pointed his sword at the rainbow light in the sky:
"Follow me, the sons of Dayan, and practice for General Wu!"
"General Wu, take care!"
The Martial Saint galloped on his horse alone, with thunder roaring behind him and shouting and killing.
He did not look back, but silently took off the general's helmet on his head and threw it on the sand.
"Don't call me general anymore."
"From now on, there is no General Wu in the world, only Martial Saint." He muttered to himself and made a vow:
"Soldiers, when I return, I should be a Martial Saint."
"If I can't be a saint, I will be a beast!"
The flash of lightning illuminated the sky and the solemn and sad face of the Martial Saint.
"If being gentle and modest can deal with strange people, I can also be a saint."
"But the iron rule of this world is that the weak are preyed upon by the strong, and power overrides etiquette."
"The weak are preyed upon by the strong, not the way of saints, but the way of beasts!"
Sheep eat grass, wolves eat sheep, tigers eat wolves.
The weak can only be food, while the strong can enjoy delicious food and drink spicy food, and be superior!
From now on.
His martial saint wants to become the most savage beast on the land of Kyushu, regard the weak as food, and embark on a thorny road covered with blood.
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After hearing the past events about Wu Shengren, Qiao Mu also pondered.
The clairvoyant sighed:
"I didn't expect that the Martial Saint would have such a past... The world would probably think that the Martial Saint was born as a demon that eats people without spitting out their bones."
"A martial general in his prime is almost completely different from a martial saint in his later years."
"Forty years is too long. I don't know if he was too obsessed or if he went crazy due to despair during these long years..."
The clairvoyant did not shy away from his dislike of the Martial Saint.
He had respect in his heart for the lone army in front of him who had been guarding the isolated city for forty years, but he had a different attitude towards the Martial Saint.
Forty years of bloody suppression of martial arts and the sacrifice of an entire generation of martial arts heroes were a path of blood that could never be washed away.
Not to mention anything else, those who died directly or indirectly at the hands of the Martial Saint must be relatives, friends and family members of Dayan's 100,000 elite soldiers.
Dayan's rivers and lakes and temples are not completely opposite to each other. Many of the 100,000 soldiers are from famous sects in the martial arts world, and the famous sects have been wiped out by Wu Shengren.
Hai Siyuan was silent. He did not comment on Wu Shengren, but just recounted a past incident.
"It's over." Hai Siyuan looked at the forest of steles outside the city with a long look.
"Mr. Qiao, next, I want to ask you for a favor." Hai Siyuan said.
He did not take Qiao Mu and the two into the city, but took him to the forest of monuments under the city to pay homage to the heroic spirit, tell the story of the past, and satisfy the curiosity of the two Qiao Mu. Naturally, there was a reason.
At this time, Qiao Mu had not yet entered the city, but Hai Siyuan had already almost completely explained the situation of this lone army.
"What help can you do? It doesn't matter if you say so." Qiao Mu said.
"I would like to invite Mr. Qiao to perform a play." Hai Siyuan pondered for a moment and said:
"I hope that Mr. Qiao will pretend to be a military attache from Dayan, enter the city on behalf of Dayan, and lie to the residents in the city that Dayan's reinforcements are coming, and that you are the vanguard."
Qiao Mu was startled at first, and then looked at Hai Siyuan in astonishment.
"Spreading lies to the people of this isolated city? Are you trying to quench your thirst with plum blossoms?"
Hai Siyuan was silent.
He asked Qiao Mu before if Emperor Dayan still missed the soldiers and civilians who were besieging this city, but the answer he received was silence.
He had given up hope in the Great Yan court.
But this lonely city cannot be without hope.
The more difficult the times, the more isolated and helpless we are, the more precious hope is.
One of the hopes that the original 100,000 elites can hold on to this day is given by Wu Shengren.
"There are only 300 old soldiers left among 100,000 elites. We have defended this city for forty years, but our manpower will eventually be exhausted. How long can we defend the city with only 300 old soldiers?" Captain Hai said solemnly:
"Forty years of isolation and helplessness have left us with no chance of survival."
"Since we must die, and the date of death is near, then before the whole city falls, it is better to let the soldiers and people in the city have more hope."
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Chapter 181 The Thousands of Sons of the Qiao Family (4k
In a lonely city in the desert.
Lu Yanbei stood at the gate of the military camp in the city, looking towards the city gate with a worried expression.
"Why haven't Captain Hai and the others returned yet? It's been a long time since they went out to battle this time. Is it because the alien's methods are particularly powerful this time, or is there something unexpected?"
Behind Lu Yanbei, the women and children in the city who had rushed to take refuge in the military camp were talking about it.
Whenever a stranger attacks, the old soldiers at the top of the city will blow the horn.
If the foreigners are powerful and the situation is critical, the residents of the city will be driven to seek refuge in advance.
This barracks in the city is relatively well-preserved. It contains the former equipment warehouse and granary. It is tall and spacious and is used as a refuge by the women and children of the now isolated city.
After all, there are only three hundred old soldiers left in this city, and it is useless to have such a large barracks. "
"Don't panic. If strangers sneak into the city, I will send them to heaven with one sword strike."
Lu Yanbei rubbed the head of a child behind him and comforted him with a smile.
After coaxing the child for a few words, he turned around and unconsciously put his hand on the scabbard at his waist. There was a bit more solemnity on his old face.
Lu Yanbei is a tall and tall old man. He is already very old. There are wrinkles on the face and sparse age spots. The left arm was wrapped in a bandage and was obviously injured.
What is more striking than his old age is that there are two swords hanging on his waist.
One is an ordinary wooden sword.
The other sword is called the Xuanji Sword, which was ranked tenth in Tingchao Tower's weapon list. It can cut iron as well as mud, cut gold and break jade.
Lu Yanbei reached out and stroked the Xuanji sword on his waist, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.
"Xuan Ji Sword, I didn't expect that I would be able to hold your hand and fight again in my old age..." He murmured.
Lu Yanbei is a famous kendo master in Kyushu. He is regarded as one of the leaders of kendo in Kyushu and is known as the "Wooden Sword Sanren".
He is over eighty years old, but he has made extraordinary achievements in the art. Even with his aging body, he can still use a wooden sword to beat the second-grade god-refining warrior in the court, leaving anecdotes in the martial arts world.
At his peak, Lu Yanbei's swordsmanship had already reached the realm of "unparalleled wooden swordsmanship". He was not bound by external objects, and every blade of grass and every tree could be used as a sword. He had the style of a master.
But now he is also old.
When people reach old age, their qi and blood decline, and they become weak and exhausted. This is a natural law and human nature.
The former wooden swordsman Lu Yanbei was the same.
A good cook cannot cook without rice. When her body is weak, even if her skills have not declined, she will not be as good as she was in her prime on the battlefield.
Lu Yanbei is not from this city.
He is one of the few foreign warriors who have survived in this lonely city.