mtlumby2d Chapter 536 There Must Be Our Generation
Chapter 536 There Must Be Our Generation
"And what happened next? Did you kill him?"
"He should have been killed, he's still alive."
"That's awesome."
Everyone was talking to each other.
The old soldier smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"That's the Zhennan Army, the invincible Zhennan Army. No one in this world can defeat the Zhennan Army, and no one can defeat Shen Changgong.
That cavalryman swung his sword at me, and I was so frightened that my whole body went limp. But for some reason, a strong force suddenly came over me, and I felt full of energy.
Shen Changgong knew that he was at a critical moment of life and death, and his adrenaline was taking effect. In this state, he could forget his fear and pain, and his fighting power was doubled.
“But I still couldn’t beat him, he cut my knife in half with one blow, his knife was much better than mine.
The knife didn't stop and directly cut off my left arm.
I was thrown off my horse by the force, and the cavalryman swung his sword again, slashing my face.
The old soldier pointed to the scar on his face and continued,
“I fell to the ground and luckily survived. The man thought I was dead and went to kill someone else.
At that time, I seemed to be insensitive to the pain. I quickly put the broken knife on my waist, supported myself with one hand, mounted the horse, and rode south.
I didn't know how far I ran until I saw the Wei fortress and realized that I had run out of the battlefield.
I became a deserter and ran all the way west. I don’t know how far I ran before I felt the pain and passed out.
When I woke up, I found out that it was an old farmer who saved me. He said that I had almost bled out of my body.
The old farmer was a kindhearted person and took care of me. It took me two months to recover from my injuries.
After everyone heard this, they were filled with sighs.
Some people call the Yan people brutal and cruel, calling them cold-blooded murderers.
Some people cursed the Qi army for being too weak and unable to win a battle, and said that they deserved to be destroyed.
Some people also told them to be careful with their words and actions. After all, this was now the territory of Yan State. They should be careful that no one would report them to the authorities. If the government heard them cursing Dayan, they would lose their heads.
Some people also sympathized with the veteran's situation, saying that it was really not easy for him to survive all this time.
Some people also scolded the old soldiers for being afraid of death and not knowing how to defend their country.
But someone quickly refuted that person, saying, "Why fight if you know you're going to lose? One more soul on the battlefield won't make a difference, and one less won't make a difference."
The fat man slapped a tael of silver on the table and said,
"Waiter, bring two more jugs of wine to that old soldier. I'll pay for the meal."
"Yes, sir."
The old soldier bowed to the official to express his gratitude.
The official sneered, pointed at the old soldier's tattered leather armor, and said,
"I really can't understand why you want to join the army. Look at you, you are covered in wounds, your arms are missing, your clothes are torn, your armor is broken, your swords are broken, you don't have any private land or two houses, you have sold your life for several years, and in the end what do you get?
Look at me, I have a fortune, fine clothes and delicious food, thousands of acres of fertile land, a beautiful wife and concubines, and many children and grandchildren.
I don't have to fight with anyone with a knife.
You guys keep saying you want to defend your country, but you keep losing the wars and even your country is gone.
As for me, I don’t have to defend my country. After the change of dynasties, I am still me, and everything I have is still there.
But all of you who work so hard, in the end, what do you get? Nothing.”
The old soldier was ridiculed by the official, but he was not angry, his eyes were full of vicissitudes of life.
"Yes, after working hard all my life, I lost everything in the end: my home, my fields, and even my arms.
There is only one old horse left to keep me company.
But... when the enemy comes, we have to be there to block the enemy for you.
The Yan army is benevolent and righteous, and does not rob civilians. But what if you encounter the Liang army, the Qin army, or the Wei army instead of the Yan army? These people will not let you go.
After all, we soldiers have to fight for you.
Whether you try your best or not, you will still try your best.
Although I became a deserter, I also killed a Yan person and worked hard for it.
It doesn’t matter if outsiders don’t understand why we fight.
I have a clear conscience."
The official gave the old soldier a complicated look and said,
"What a great thing to say, you have a clear conscience. You have indeed tried your best. Ultimately, it is still up to you soldiers to protect us ordinary people.
Come on, brother, let me toast you."
The official raised his glass and toasted the old soldier from afar.
The veteran also returned the toast.
The Jianghu guest asked,
"Brother, what are you going to do next?"
The old soldier sighed.
"There's nowhere to go, so just let your horse run free, and wherever it goes, that's where you'll die.
I should have died on the battlefield.
Every night when I sleep, as soon as I close my eyes, I see my comrades, all laughing at me, saying, "They're all dead, and I'm living alone, so what's the point?"
The Jianghu guest said,
"Brother, you are quite capable. You can survive on the battlefield. You must have some military skills.
Why not go to Linzi with me?
I heard that the Jiutian Tower of Yan State is going to be opened to Qi State.
Jiutianlou is so powerful, it is simply a role model for our underworld gangs.
Jiutian Tower has the power to monitor all officials and the underworld, so killing corrupt officials is not against the law.
My biggest dream is to be a hero, to eliminate violence and protect the good, and to punish the evil. But if I kill bad guys, I will be wanted by the government and have to hide everywhere, which is so unhappy.
So I plan to join Jiutian Tower, kill corrupt officials openly, and become a hero.
"Brother, you have nowhere to go anyway, and you have no children, so why don't you come with me to the Jiutian Tower, and we can kill the bad guys and protect the people together."
Hearing this, Fairy Mei Yan, who was not far away, had a smug look on her eyes and glanced at Shen Changgong.
Look, when people talk about you, they scold you, but when they talk about me, they praise me. That’s the difference.
Shen Changgong smiled slightly and pinched her pretty face.
The old soldier sighed and said,
"What can an old man like me do for the people? Besides, I'm afraid."
"What are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid...of running into Shen Changgong."
When the veteran mentioned this name, there was still fear in his eyes, which showed how strong a psychological shadow this name had left in his heart.
The official asked,
"Old soldier, is Shen Changgong really that scary? Is he big and strong, with a strong build and a fierce look? How many children can he eat in one meal?"
Xiao Qiao was horrified when she heard this and quietly moved away from Shen Changgong, determined not to be eaten by this hateful King Lanling.
Shen Changgong was so upset that he couldn't get over the rumor that he ate children.
The old soldier shook his head and laughed,
"I once saw Shen Changgong from a distance, but I couldn't see him clearly. I just knew he was a young man.
Those are just rumors, they are not true.
Our military intelligence reports that Shen Changgong is eight feet tall, with sharp eyebrows and sharp eyes. He is very handsome and looks like a gentleman, not the bandit you mentioned.