Chapter 195

Chapter 195

There was a sudden silence in the court hall.

"Hai Wuya, what are you talking about? The alien war forty years ago was already a foregone conclusion." Emperor Yonghe frowned.

The soldiers and civilians of Gucheng had just stepped out of the desert. The news was still limited to the Xi'an Pass area and had not yet spread to the imperial capital. Therefore, Emperor Yonghe and the officials in the court did not know the news yet.

The other courtiers also discussed:

"Shang Shu Hai, what kind of fantasy are you talking about?"

"The place where the Alien War took place has turned from fertile soil into a desert of hundreds of miles, desolate and lonely, with no grass growing. How can there be any soldiers who have persisted until now?"

Hai Wuya said: "The desert has become a restricted area of ​​life. People who enter it by mistake often lose their way. This is actually just because the Immortal Sect has set up a large tracking array in the desert."

"Hai Shangshu, do you want to listen to what you are saying? This is a full forty years. Forty years is a generation. You mean that a hundred thousand troops are trapped in the desert in isolation and helplessness. Still resisting after ten years?”

Someone whispered: "I heard that Hai Siyuan, the beloved son of Hai Shangshu, participated in the original war between aliens... Maybe it was because Hai Shangshu loved his son so much, or maybe it was because Hai Shangshu had been imprisoned in the prison for too long, and his sanity had deteriorated. Not quite sober..."

No one believed Hai Wuya's nonsense, even if he was a second-rank official or a minister.

After all, Hai Wuya entered the Heavenly Prison twice and stayed there for thirty years. Although he had a high official position, he did not have many acquaintances in the current court. He was considered a lonely minister during the late emperor's time.

And this is so ridiculous that no storyteller would dare to make it up like this.

"Your Majesty, I have two witnesses waiting outside the palace." Hai Wuya still spoke calmly, but the palms of his hands were trembling slightly, revealing the constant ups and downs of emotions in his heart.

How could he not be excited to reunite with his beloved son, who he thought was a world apart?

Knowing that his beloved son has been trapped in the desert for forty years by the Immortal Sect, how could he not feel angry?

Emperor Yonghe frowned.

He knew that Hai Wuya was not a person who spoke nonsense, but this matter was just too absurd...

"Then let your witnesses come into the palace." Emperor Yonghe said.

"Publish the certificate to enter the palace!" The messenger eunuch shouted loudly, and his voice echoed in the Jinluan Palace.

Captain Hai and Qiao Mu walked side by side, and walked into the palace step by step under the attention of all the civil and military officials.

Qiao Mu is okay.

He had fought against the elders of the Immortal Sect, and even though he had used the power of the sword to banish immortals... he felt not guilty when he saw the Jinluan Palace.

But Hai Siyuan, the captain of Haidu, was not like that.

His breathing was slightly rapid, the white beard on his chin was trembling, and his steps were a little stiff.

He was not afraid, not because he had little knowledge, or because he was afraid of the emperor's majesty.

But the emotions in my heart are ups and downs, and I can't control myself for a while.

The Golden Palace of the Royal Palace!

This was the place he had imagined in his mind for forty years.

Trapped in an isolated city in the desert for forty years, fighting with 100,000 robes and 300 old soldiers... Naturally, he had imagined countless times that one day he would leave the desert and be able to enter the Golden Palace of the Imperial Palace to meet the saint and tell the current emperor the history of blood and tears in the isolated city for forty years!

But when he finally left the city and heard about the current decadent situation in Kyushu, his emotions and expectations changed unknowingly.

What I am thinking about now is not how to complain, but how to tell the story of the forty years of blood and tears of the remnants of the isolated city, tell the story of the heroic deeds of the soldiers in the past, and pass down the deeds of the soldiers so that they will not be forgotten by the world and not be underestimated by historians.

But I want to ask Emperor Yonghe...if he still misses the 100,000 soldiers trapped in the desert, and wants to ask why Taoist temples from strangers have opened all over Jiuzhou now?

We have been fighting alone for forty years and have been holding on till now. Why did Dayan kneel down first? ! !

But when the words came to an end, Captain Hai finally held back. He just dug his fingernails into the flesh of his palm silently, trying his best to restrain his inner impulse.

He is no longer the twenty-year-old young man who resolutely joined the army, but an old man in his sixties.

"I, Hai Siyuan, are the commander-in-chief of the Western Army in Dayanzheng. I pay my respects to Your Majesty."

"Caomin Qiao Shui, pay homage to Your Majesty." Qiao Mu also saluted, but did not kneel down.

"Bold, why don't you bow to His Majesty when you see him?" Immediately, a guard in front of the palace scolded him.

"I am old and frail, and it is difficult to bend and stretch. I hope your majesty will forgive me." Qiao Mu coughed lightly.

This is not too much to say.

According to Dayan customs, an old man in his seventies or eighties can meet an official without bowing to him, which is regarded as respecting the elderly.

And the tree in front of me... he is too old.

Centenarians are already considered auspicious, and he is already 210 years old this year.

When he is not using martial arts, he looks like a dying old man.

The ministers couldn't even tell how old the tree in front of them was, and they could only guess that it must be in their eighties or nineties.

"This is a trivial matter, no need to be formal." Emperor Yonghe, who was sitting on the dragon throne, was also intrigued by what Hai Wuya said. He looked at the two old men in front of the palace and asked again:

"Hai Siyuan, are you the eldest son of Shangshu Hai? Are you really a surviving member of the Western Conquest Army?"

Hai Siyuan's chest couldn't help rising and falling, and he said in a trembling voice:

"Your Majesty, the entire army of the Western Conquest Army has not been wiped out. We have been holding on for forty years, and the isolated city still exists, and the soldiers and civilians are still there. One hundred thousand soldiers have never begged for mercy and kowtowed to strangers. In the past forty years, there have been ghosts who died in battle, but no slaves have bowed their heads. Live up to the backbone of Jiuzhou and live up to Emperor Yan!”

Emperor Yonghe was slightly shaken.

Although it was still difficult for him to judge whether Captain Hai's words were true or false, he could already feel an indescribable momentum from these words.

There are ghosts who die in battle, but there are no slaves who surrender!

After saying this, there was a brief silence in the Jinluan Palace, and the eyes of all the civil and military officials fell on Hai Siyuan.

Hai Siyuan's words vaguely made them a little concerned...

What does it mean to have a ghost who has died in battle and a slave who has never bowed his head?

The civil and military officials during the Alien War are no longer the same as the civil and military officials today. They have been a different generation.

Everyone said that after a hundred thousand elites were wiped out in the Alien War and a generation of civil servants and generals died, Dayan no longer had the backbone of a scholar or a warrior.

Nowadays, the civil servants and generals of this generation live in an era when the Nine Immortal Sects are aloof and oppressive, so naturally they don't have many strong bones.

Hai Siyuan's words stung them vaguely, making many of them angry.

"Where did Hai Shangshu find this actor? He talks decently."

Hai Siyuan ignored them and just turned to look at the tree beside him.

"Mr. Qiao, please bring out the tiger talisman used to conquer the Western Army."

Qiao Mu nodded, took out the storage bag given by the old man in the arsenal, and raised a tiger charm high.

This tiger talisman was the tiger talisman used by Saint Wu to lead the Western Army in the past. Later, when Saint Wu left the desert alone, the tiger talisman was left to the deputy general Li Changge, and later passed to the hands of the old man in the arsenal.

The discussion in the court fell silent.

The eunuch in front of the palace took the tiger talisman from Qiao Mu's hand and presented it to Emperor Yonghe and the ministers in the court for careful identification. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the Jinluan Palace changed.

"This tiger talisman is not a forgery." There was a buzz in Emperor Yonghe's head, and the look in his eyes towards Captain Hai was obviously different.

"Did the former Western Conquest Army really hold out in the desert for forty years?" The other civil servants and generals were also surprised:

"You have been hanging alone in the desert for forty years, and you have persisted until now, and you have never surrendered or kowtowed?"

"If it is true at this time, it will be remembered in history!"

"What kind of will and integrity is this? Why can you stay alone for forty years and resist until now?"

Everyone knows how powerful Yiren is, especially these high-ranking court officials of Dayan.

So when the Tiger Talisman was found to be true, their attitude suddenly changed.

Emperor Yonghe's whole body was refreshed. It wasn't that he was suspicious, but that this matter was really bizarre.

Is there such a loyal Sergeant Dayan in this world today?

"Tell me more about how you have persisted so far, and why you are trapped in that hundred-mile desert?" Emperor Yonghe asked:

"In the past, there were only 300 old soldiers left in the 100,000-strong army." Captain Hai glanced at the tree next to him:

"Without the help of Qiao Shuangsen and others from the Qiao family who broke into the desert, we would be nothing more than a handful of clay now."

Hai Siyuan's eyes were dark:

"For forty years, our remnants of the army have been trapped in the desert, isolated and helpless, unaware of the rise and fall of the Great War in the outside world."

"The Xianmen Dao Sect has set up a large formation in the desert. It has the ability to confuse and capture souls. The formation is isolated inside and outside, making it difficult for ordinary people to enter and exit..."

"Every ten days and a half, strangers use magic to attack the city. Over the past forty years, the number of defenders has become smaller and smaller... We found out later." Hai Siyuan said in a trembling voice;

"The Yiren Dao Sect calls this place the 'Baili Desert'. It is a sect secret realm controlled by the Dao Dao Sect!"

"This hundred-mile desert is just a place in the eyes of the Dao Dao Sect for its disciples to experience and practice their techniques..."

Dao Dao Sect?

Speaking of the Dao Dao Sect, the atmosphere in the court that had gradually become warm just now suddenly turned cold.

The faces of the civil and military officials froze slightly.

Even Emperor Yonghe, who had a glowing face, his smile faltered.

The Alien War was a thing of the past forty years ago.

It's easy to praise a former veteran like Captain Hai and give him a thumbs up. It's not a big deal.

But the Daodao Sect is a behemoth that still stands in Zhongzhou!

Now, forty years later, the Great Yan court has reached a "reconciliation" with the Nine Immortal Sects. It treats the disciples of the Immortal Sects as guests, and spends all the material resources of Great Yan to set up Taoist temples in major cities in Kyushu, allowing the people to worship the gods. Fairy.

Now, Captain Hai pointed out in the court that the Dao Dao Sect had set the Baili Desert as the sect's secret realm, and regarded the heroic souls of one hundred thousand soldiers as resources and property...

"Don't speak nonsense..." One courtier saw sweat on his forehead and tried to smooth things over:

"This matter is related to the reputation of the Immortal Sect, and it is of great importance to Hai Siyuan. Even if you are the son of Hai Shangshu, you should know the importance of this matter..."

Hai Siyuan watched in astonishment as the courtier winked at him, not understanding what he meant.

Could it be that he was implying that he should swallow these words back and not slander Dao Dao Sect?

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Captain Hai looked at the courtier in the crowd who was giving him a hint with a wink, and his heart went blank.

Is this Great Yan courtier really who he imagined?

Are you implying that he cannot slander the Immortal Sect? Even after hearing about the tragedy of the remnant army in the isolated city?

Who knew that he wouldn’t even be able to talk anymore?

He looked around subconsciously, feeling a little confused.

Hai Wuya seemed to notice Captain Hai's hesitation and wavering, and spoke at this time:

"Siyuan, keep talking, just say what you want to say, don't worry."

Hai Wuya's eyes widened, and the courtier who had just made a hint suddenly looked away and stopped talking.

Although Hai Wuya had only been out of Tianlao for a few months, as a minister, he was still an important figure in the court.

Not to mention that Hai Wuya was also a martial artist himself. Even if his rank was not very high and he was aging, he still had a formidable aura.

Captain Hai and his father looked at each other. Although they were a little confused, they continued:

“The one who created the ‘hundred-mile desert’ is undoubtedly the Dao Sect!”

"They were the ones who turned the fertile soil of Zhongzhou into a hundred miles of desert. They blocked the news and used large formations to isolate the inside and outside. They were the ones who made the outside world think that we and the 100,000 sergeants were completely wiped out forty years ago."

"The most difficult and difficult environment can give birth to the best-quality soldier souls... Even if we die in a bloody battle, we may not be able to live in peace after death. We will be used by them from birth to death..."

Captain Hai began to tell the history of blood and tears in Gucheng during the past forty years.

From General Li Changge breaking through on his deathbed, beheading strangers but losing his body and soul, to later the remnant army gradually withered away, leaving only a few hundred old veterans.

Those who fought hard in the past forty years were not only the former Western Conquest Army, but also the young people of this city.

But later on, the young and middle-aged people in these cities also continued to die. Now, forty years later, there are only more than 300 soldiers left on the battlefield, and there are only women, children, and the elderly left in the isolated city, which is almost impossible to fight. How many complete families are there?

While Captain Hai was speaking, many courtiers hesitated and wanted to interrupt, but most of them were suppressed by Hai Wuya's eyes intentionally or unintentionally.

Captain Hai said with a dry mouth but tears in his eyes. The past forty years passed like smoke, and he talked about it from then to now, which is the last year when there are only three hundred old soldiers left in the city.

"Three hundred old soldiers cannot support several rounds of offensives by foreigners, so this city will be destroyed this year, the difference is just sooner or later... We originally thought this way, until an old man from the Qiao family named Qiao, Qiao Shuangsen, walked in The lonely city..."