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Chapter 1355: Mama is God [asking for monthly ticket]

"Shen Lu, watch out!"

Shen Tang was holding a bloody head in his hand.

The head was mostly deformed and sunken, with exploded eyeballs hanging out of the eye sockets, looking horrible. If the maid were here, she might be able to recognize some residual familiarity after taking a closer look. Wasn't the owner of this head the messenger?

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud and long whale song sounded in the sky.

But in an instant, the shadow of a giant humpback whale quietly appeared in the sky. In the blink of an eye, it turned from transparent to solid. The flippers of the humpback whale swung gracefully in the waves, just in time to block more boulders that were about to fall. The maid stared at this scene for a long time, lying in the ruins and forgetting to move. Until she heard a scream from the crowded refugee group: "My son——"

"Please save my son—"

“Stop pushing!”

The woman's sharp voice was quickly swallowed up by the noisy environment.

The maid endured the discomfort and looked in the direction of the sound.

Just one look at it made my limbs go limp with fear.

A woman was pushed forward by the crowd, her hands desperately trying to grab a child not far away. Looking at the child again, he was not very old, still a teenager. Facing the chaos, he did not cry or make a fuss, and did not even respond to the woman.

The child couldn't respond.

The whole face was squeezed purple, blood was flowing from all seven orifices, and the outstretched hands were raised high in a twisted and weird posture. The body moved forward with the slowly crawling crowd, up and down, up and down. Until the explosion happened again, the crowd was squeezed again in panic, and the boy "sank" completely, and was trampled into a pulp by countless feet.

A healthy and living person was pushed and squeezed to death.

There were also refugees in the crowd shouting "Stop pushing", but it had little effect, the screams continued, and everyone was running for their lives in a panic. They pushed the crowd forward with both hands, hoping to move faster, fearing that if they slowed down a step, they would lose their lives.

The maid took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and got up.

"These thieves..."

She could see that the strange fish in the sky was blocking the boulders thrown in by the catapults, and she didn't know how long it could hold out. If it couldn't hold out, the boulders would hit the crowd directly, and no one here would survive! A strong hatred surged in her heart.

It was not the first time for her to escape from war, nor was it the first time for her to face chaos and disorder, but it was the first time for her to see traitors attacking the city and targeting the fleeing common people. This was even more hateful than a massacre!
Warlords massacred cities mostly for money, and killing people was secondary.

The scene before us is aimed at killing people.

How can ordinary people without weapons withstand such an attack?
The maid didn't care about hatred, she wiped the blood mixed with sand near her eyes with the back of her hand, and tried to move her body despite the severe pain. The strong desire to survive made her forget the severe pain temporarily, the blood in her body was boiling, and there was only one thought in her mind - to survive!

but--

Can she really survive?
The number of boulders in the sky increased significantly, and the coverage area expanded. The strange fish alone could not completely block it. A "slippery fish" happened to fall a few feet away from her. The morale attached to the surface of the boulder exploded the moment it came into contact with the ground, and the strong air wave blew her back. When the maid regained consciousness, she despairingly found that her right leg could not move at all.

At this moment, she wished she had a knife in her hand.

If he cut it with one knife and tried to survive by breaking his leg, he might still be able to survive.

"I, I just want to live..." The maid saw another huge rock about to fall from the gap in the ruins above, and endless despair filled her heart. The light and shadow of the first half of her life flashed rapidly before her eyes, and finally turned into a whisper, "Mom——"

bang——

The explosion was deafening.

However, consciousness did not fall into the expected darkness.

The strong white light penetrated the gap and made it almost impossible for her to open her eyes.

In a trance, she seemed to see cracks all over the surface of the boulder in the white light, and it was broken into pieces and crushed into powder. The strong light caused her to be temporarily blinded, and her eyes were white. When her vision regained other colors, she saw a sword blade penetrate the gap in the ruins and fly upwards, and the "prison" that trapped her was opened. The owner holding the long sword tightly had a charming face.

The other party asked her: "Can you get up?"

The maid shook her head instinctively: "I can't get up, my..."

A collapsed stone wall crushed her right leg.

Even if she pushed the wall away, her legs were crushed into pieces and could never heal. She would not survive with this injury.

The maid saw the other person's dark pupils move a little.

His eyes fell on his injured leg, as if he was thinking.

The maid didn't dare to guess what the other party was thinking at the moment - be kind and stab her with a sword so that she would die without so much pain; be cruel and abandon her to wait for death. It seemed inhumane, but it was actually very common on the battlefield. Not to mention her, a commoner, even if a soldier was so seriously injured, he would be abandoned by his comrades because it was the best solution.

Even though she understood it, she didn't want to die like this.

The maid stretched out her weak right hand, and her palm touched the cold metal of the other party's boots. This coldness made her more sober from the gradual blurring of consciousness caused by excessive blood loss. She didn't know what she said: "Mom...save me, save me..."

In a trance, I seemed to really smell the fragrance of my mother.

Her mother gave her a life when she was born, and gave her another life when she fled the last massacre...

"Go to sleep, and it will all be over when you wake up."

A familiar voice has the power to soothe people.

The biting cold wind suddenly turned into a warm and gentle breeze, wrapping her whole body. She couldn't help but relax her tense heartstrings, and endless sleepiness came over her. The warm sea water rocked her from east to west, from south to north, and there was a soft whisper in her ears.

In a trance, I seemed to return to that hot childhood.

She curled up, with a thin blanket covering her belly, and her head resting on her mother's skinny legs. She had a bad sleeping posture, and occasionally she would roll off her mother's legs, but there would always be a dry, warm hand that would just hold her face and move her back to her original position.

She waved a palm-leaf fan gently to help her dispel the suffocating summer heat.

"Mama, this place is under control for the time being."

The crowd was really hard to control, so Gong Xichou simply used his own power to suppress the crowd, preventing them from pushing forward. The soldiers who came had already begun to disperse the crowd. The refugees could not recognize the guards' attire, and thought they were the city's guards. In order not to cause greater panic, they had to acquiesce.

We can't let the common people know that they are the ones attacking the city.

Isn't that scary?

"Yes, yes, folks, don't panic..."

"That's right, all the bandits have been blocked outside the city..."

"Our general is extremely brave, how can the enemy compare to him?"

Perhaps it was the shouting that worked, or the sound of the earthquake and explosion faded away, or perhaps there were no more boulders falling from the sky, the crowd was finally calmed down and began to follow the soldiers' instructions. Shen Tang stood on the top of the ruins and glanced at the dark sea of ​​people below, and the breath that had been pent up in his heart finally eased.

She asked Gong Xichou, "Is the guard dead?"

Gong Xichou said: "He committed suicide when he was caught."

Shen Tang sneered: "He died quickly!"

When the army received the box of corrupt heads, the morale was high, and Shen Tang directly overturned the table to attack the city. Although the defenders in the city had the advantage of high walls and deep moats, they could not withstand the high military strength of Shen Tang's side, and the city wall barrier was shattered after a short time. Shen Tang and his men directly climbed the city to fight and cut down the big flag. The enemy resisted for a while and found that they could not win, so they ordered the catapults in the city to turn around.

"The deputy general was caught, and he is afraid of death."

When he was caught, he kept shouting that he was innocent, saying that the catapult was turned around because of the order of the royal envoy. Gong Xichou asked where the envoy was now.

The deputy general said that the envoy created chaos to divert the enemy and escaped. However, the deputy general also revealed that the envoy was a eunuch who served the King of Qi and was a castrated warrior.

If we arrest someone based on this characteristic, we should be able to catch him.

"Is he a eunuch? Rare."

"Yes, it is rare indeed."

The personal strength of a Wudan warrior is strong, and his talent can be seen at an early age, so the possibility of him becoming a eunuch is extremely low. The royal court does not want to raise a bomb that will retaliate at any time, so the selection of eunuchs to serve in the inner court will be very cautious, and only poor boys with no talent can be castrated. Occasionally, there are fish that slip through the net, but they are not talented, and the martial energy they cultivate can only make people stronger.

However, there are always exceptions to everything.

The Messenger was obviously one of them.

According to the captured deputy general, the envoy was a seventh-rank official and one of the confidants of the King of Qi. Over the years, he had been promoted step by step by helping the King to extort money. He was fond of abusing power and killing people, killing many loyal officials and righteous men of Qi.

"Catch him back, strip him naked and torture him to death."

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Shen Tang decided this man's life or death with just a few words.

"Okay, Ling Chi! Mama, who are you holding?" Gong Xichou saw Shen Tang holding something in one hand from a distance. He took a closer look and confirmed that it was a woman with a broken right leg.

The wound on the right leg was as neat as a mirror.

From the remaining martial energy, we can tell who did the chopping.

The woman's facial features were covered in sand and blood, and her original appearance could not be seen. Gong Xichou thought she was an acquaintance of Shen Tang, and she did not forget to get close to the latter's arms even when she was unconscious, and refused to let go.

"I don't know him. He's a refugee."

"Refugees? What's so special about them?" The entire inner city was in chaos, and there were countless refugees waiting to be rescued buried under the ruins. Why would Mama come here to save a single refugee? Given her temperament, she would most likely save whoever was closest, right?
Shen Tang: "...You are quite long-winded."

Gong Xichou's eyes widened a little: "...Mama?"

Shen Tang sighed: "That's the voice."

She heard someone shouting "Mama" in the ruins, and after rescuing the person, she realized it was not "Mama" but "Mom".

"Speaking of which, Gongxi Chou, I don't think I've ever asked you why the Gongxi people call young women 'Mama'?"

This question is actually a bit boring and inappropriate.

But Gong Xichou always responded to her requests - well, there was no room for negotiation except burying her back in the coffin.

He pointed to his mouth, opened it, and made the shape of "mama". "This is very simple. When a baby is just born, it is very fragile and cannot express its needs with words. It can only pronounce 'mama' naturally. As long as you call, the baby's heart will be at peace and it will be away from hunger and discomfort. Our ancestors prayed to God in difficult times, and God responded. Isn't this a kind of love and care?"

"So... you're actually calling God Mother?"

Does he call "Mama" "Mom" every time?
For the first time, Shen Tang realized that she had been a mother for many years.

Gong Xichou was shocked, and was surprised that Mama's ability to understand was even more amazing than his: "How could it be? Mama is a god."

Mama means God in the Gongxi tribe. It is used to refer to young women because they have the ability to create life. In the language of the Gongxi tribe, young women are mortal gods trapped in the flesh. He thought Mama knew this.

Shen Tang: "..."

The two people's understanding of the meaning is indeed very different.

Gong Xichou leaned closer to Youyou and said, "Mama, didn't you notice that I don't call everyone 'Mama'..."

This word is a respectful term referring to "God".

Of course, not just anyone can abuse it.

Shen Tang: "..."

She recalled it carefully and found that it was true.

Gong Xichou mostly addressed Bai Su and the others by their job titles, and those without job titles were called "Lady Lady", "Lady Girl", "Lady Girl", or even their given names. At the time, I thought Gong Xichou was just selectively following the local customs, but I didn't expect that they actually made a clear distinction.

"…Why didn't the high priest ever shout?"

Gong Xichou would change his address to "Your Highness" in public, such as when discussing serious matters, but at other times he would do as he pleased, while Jimo Qiu would always use "Your Highness". Is there any reason for this?
Gong Xichou found this question puzzling.

"Brother is the high priest, a divine servant who legitimately serves God. He can just call you His Highness. Why does he have to use a pseudonym?"

Shen Tang: "...I don't really understand the difference between the two."

Gong Xichou gave an inappropriate example.

"It's just like the secular world. The wife can legitimately call her husband her husband, but the concubine can't. It's not in her rightful place."

Shen Tang took a long time to utter a complaint.

"…Your metaphor is so inappropriate!"

Replace it, what kind of winter combo is this???
Gong Xichou obviously didn't fully grasp Shen Tang's point: "Is this analogy not valid? But in the secular world, there is no such thing as a woman with two husbands who would ask the two husbands to choose the big one... What He Shu and He Xin said... Their example doesn't completely fit the description."

all in all--

"I just lack the status of a high priest." He pursed his lips and expressed his dissatisfaction again, "I still don't understand why God likes Big Brother more than me. We look alike, I'm younger than him, and I'm more eloquent than him."

If the high priest had chosen him...

He is definitely the best dancer among all the high priests!

"He was born first? I would say that with reservations."

Gong Xichou is such a rude person...

If he wasn't so strong, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

Shen Tang handed the rescued woman to the wounded soldiers camp, but encountered a problem - the woman held her sleeve tightly and refused to let go. Between cutting off the sleeve and taking off the clothes, Shen Tang chose the latter.

The coat was off, and freedom was restored.

Before leaving, he reminded the military doctor on duty in the tent: "I cut off her leg. When she wakes up, remember to tell her that this leg still has a chance to grow back and let her recover well."

Only after you have recovered from your injuries will you have a chance to be healthy again.

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I don’t know if you have paid attention to the outrageous serial rectification recently. I thought it was funny, but the recent development is a bit worrying. Big data keeps pushing posts that create anxiety... Looking at the length of the post "Tui Zhen", I feel guilty.

PS: Every time Xiaopoyou becomes popular, it is beyond people’s expectations.

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