The big rivers and lakes that attack

Chapter 1123: Group Portrait ([-])

It was all about yesterday's events, so-and-so, so-and-so, who died, and who survived, the Tsing Yi reporter also expressed his opinion on this, and the chat was quite happy.

After a while, the dishes were fried, and the black-robed swordsman brought them out. There were only the two of them in the small hut.

"Just now, the people from the Stability Maintenance Institute brought me a bonus, and even gave me a gold-wrapped medal, hehe..."

The black-robed swordsman took out a sign from his pocket and put it on the table, and saw the words 'Invincible Bravery, Bright Sword of Righteousness' engraved on it.

His expression was also quite complacent, and he continued: "The money given is not much, only five hundred or so gold, but it is the income of several months."

"It's just that you reporters are too troublesome. You always ask who the people who died in the war are and what their lives are like. It's really annoying."

"To die is to die. Speaking of which, human life is the cheapest in this world. What's the use of asking those questions? Isn't that what happens when you're dead..."

While talking, he poured a glass of wine for the reporter in Tsing Yi, and pointed to the appetizers.

"Try it, try it, I did it, and the two of us can be regarded as comrades-in-arms fighting side by side. You reporter, you are very powerful."

"All men are created equal, everyone is valuable and has weight..."

The reporter in Tsing Yi said so, picked up the chopsticks, put a mouthful of food in his mouth, nodded in amazement, then grabbed the wine glass and sighed.

The mood was quite heavy, but he didn't say much. He smiled and asked, "Brother, you also have a story, right? Why did you come to Zhongdu?"

The black-robed swordsman shook his head bitterly, touched him, picked up the wine glasses from each other, and drank them all in one gulp.

Swallowing the spicy wine into his belly, the black-robed swordsman was silent for a long time, and after putting down his glass, he asked, "Your brother is not an ordinary person. The battlefield was too chaotic yesterday, but I forgot to ask your name."

The green-robed reporter smiled, stood up and poured him another cup, and said slowly: "To tell you the truth, brother, in the next road, my father is Lu Changming, I am the eldest son in the family, and my adoptive mother is Mei Fengjuan. "

As he said this, he sat back after pouring the wine. The black-robed swordsman was stunned for a while, staring at him blankly.

"My mother is a eldest son... After coming to Zhongdu, she also respected her adoptive mother... A few months ago, the blood prince came to Zhongdu, Bai Shengfei was controlled, and the daily newspaper also..."

"...We narrowly escaped death and were hunted down by Blood Marquis' spies. My mother, several aunts, and some brothers and sisters died..."

"... There are not many children in the family, and the mother-in-law hates to say that there will be no justice in this world? I became a member of the reporter of "New Evening News" because of this hatred."

"Not only to avenge the victims of my family, but also to find justice in this world...Brother, I want to come..."

He hesitated for a moment, and then said: "The changes in the central capital are not only due to the spirit of chivalry, but also the spirit of seeking truth and news."

"Actually, at the end of the day, we are still fighting for our own salvation and the injustice we have suffered. We have the right to fight them to the end if others don't make us feel better..."

After talking like this for a while, in the chat with Tsing Yi Ji, the swordsman also talked about his own life.

This story does have a sense of self-salvation. The black-robed swordsman was originally from the southeast. He worshiped under a certain sword cultivator since he was a child. Later, because of his youthful impulsiveness, he became interested in the daughter of the master.

He was plain in appearance, but the woman ignored him and was very high-minded, so she had evil thoughts, took advantage of her unpreparedness, stunned her, and raped her.

Afterwards, he was chased by the sect and fled all the way to the central capital... Seven or eight years have passed.

The swordsman laughed at himself and said: "I was impulsive, made a mistake, and returned to my sect with no face. If Master and his old man kill me, I will suffer, but I am afraid of death."

"I fled all the way to Zhongdu, settled in Xuanwu Dao, joined gangs, and fought with people a few times, but I feel guilty all these years."

"I'm sorry Master, and I'm sorry Junior Sister. I thought it would be fine if I died, so I went to the battlefield with everyone. The neighbors must take care of me, right?"

"I can't fly, so I will try my best to take care of it... and so on, I'm atoning for myself, but I didn't die... well, let's stop talking about it, just touch one."

"I haven't told the other reporters about such a thing. You are not allowed to report it. It's too embarrassing."

Lu Zhengfei nodded with a smile, and said, "Tonight, two close friends who survived near death are chatting, hehe, didn't you see that I didn't even take out my notebook?"

The black-robed swordsman laughed, and poured him another glass of wine.

Chatted about other things.

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Many people were carnival on this night, and some people were also paying homage to those who died because of this waterway battle.

Jiang Wei was one of them. After he wrote the tactical summary at the headquarters of the Secret Service Brigade and collectively mourned for his deceased colleagues, he did not join a few colleagues to go to a party to drink and prostitute, so as to relax the nerves that had been tense for several days.

Instead, he returned home, greeted his mother and siblings, and asked where his father had been, so he went up to the second floor of the restaurant alone, and entered the private room where his father was often in a daze.

Leaning against the window in silence, staring at the jubilant crowd in a daze.

His mind is in a mess now, he doesn't know what these people are making a fuss about, the war with the Blood Marquis has just begun, and it's just victory over the Secretary of Justice and your surname, what's there to be happy about?
Don't they all read newspapers?Don't they know that Blood Marquis also has Blood Clothes Army and Thorn Snake Guards?It was too early to be happy at this time.

Jiang Wei's mood was very depressed, he didn't know what kind of situation the Secret Service Brigade would face in the future when they faced the Bloody Army and Thorn Snake Guards.

When you really understand how powerful the enemy is, you will understand how ridiculous your previous self-confidence is.

He didn't know how the people above thought about it, he only knew that even if the entire secret service brigade was included, it would not be an opponent of the blood lord's direct lineage.

The squadron leaders of each squadron, when discussing with each other, are also pessimistic about this. When they ask the squadron leader or deputy squadron leader, they will say:

"Then you should seriously think about how to defeat such a terrifying opponent, instead of complaining here, tomorrow I will go to the higher-ups to get the specific information about the Bloodcloth Army and the Thorn Snake Guards, let's have a meeting to discuss... ..."

Meeting, meeting, meeting! !

Endless post-war reports, endless meetings!

Jiang Wei, who used to like to hold meetings very much, and always spoke enthusiastically during the meeting, and was often named and praised, was full of vanity. At this time, he hated these two words very much.

The secret service brigade only has more than 3000 people, and in these days of battles, it has suffered a lot of losses. How can it fight against the more than 1 blood-clothed army and an unknown number of Thorn Snake Guards?
(End of this chapter)