above the galaxy

Chapter 577 The Superior!
Lu Siyu composed herself, not wanting Tang Fei and Xiao Pang to notice anything unusual about her.

Little Fatty probably wouldn't be able to tell, mainly because of Tang Fei.
This guy is too perceptive.

Although they never talked about this issue, about the children who were burned in that fire.
But, carrying the burden of another life and living with all his might, he must have felt very heavy.
He has endured far too much.

"Even if we can successfully send him back to his hometown, what will happen to the doctor? Is Dr. Qin Luo willing to treat patients in a desolate place?" Lu Siyu raised her doubts.

Dr. Qin Luo is renowned throughout the country, and countless people come to him for medical consultations every day. Does he not have any patients in Phoenix City who want his treatment?
Furthermore, given their relationship with the Shen family and the Shen family's blockade of the Wasteland, entering the Wasteland would be tantamount to defecting to the enemy.
Why should he risk his reputation to save someone who is not related to him?
"Doctors are compassionate. If we reason with him and appeal to his emotions, I believe we can persuade Dr. Qin Luo to make the trip."

What if we can't convince them?

"Then tie them up," Tang Fei said matter-of-factly.

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Sure enough, this is very typical of Tang Dynasty bandits.

Hearing Tang Fei and Lu whispering about sending the old man back to the desolate land for treatment, Little Fatty clamored to go along too.

Tang Fei advised, "Little Fatty, you stay here. The barbarian army needs you to lead them. If anything happens, you can be of great help."

Little Fatty, who always obeyed Tang Fei, was unusually firm this time. He looked at Tang Fei with a serious expression and said, "Brother, since we came to New Star, I haven't seen Godfather many times. Even when I did, we didn't get to say more than a few words."

"Now that he's like this again, if I don't stay by his side and protect him, if I don't get him to a safe place, am I even human?"

"Brother, I don't care what's happening outside, and I don't know how long this war will last. If you say we should fight, we'll fight; if you say we should fight someone, we'll fight them."

"But I want my godfather to live, and for you and your godfather to both live well."

Little Fatty's eyes reddened, and his voice choked as he said, "My favorite time was when we lived on Henshan Mountain, even though we didn't have enough to eat or wear, and we had to smash stones every day."

"But back then you and your godfather were both fine. The three of us were together every day."

"Brother, I want to go back to that time. Every day when I open my eyes and see you and Godfather there, I feel at ease and I'm not afraid of anything."

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Upon hearing Little Fatty's words, Tang Fei remained silent for a long time.

Little Fatty wants to go back to the time when he lived on Hate Mountain. What about himself?
We have been walking this path with trepidation, as if treading on thin ice.

One wrong move and you'll be shattered to pieces.

He hated the terrifying mutated beasts on the mountain, but he was confident that he could kill them.

The enemies on the new star are far more terrifying, because when facing them, one has absolutely no confidence whatsoever.
They, however, are able to decide their own fate.

But should we go back?
Can you go back?

Tang Fei's gaze became deep and resolute.

Can not go back.

Whether it's the old land or the mountain of hatred, it's just a journey in life.
Forward, ever forward.

Only by climbing to the highest and most magnificent mountaintop can one see the most dazzling scenery.

He's no longer alone; there are many, many people behind him.
He is responsible for their lives and their lives.

Including Little Fatty.

Those who follow him, don't they also have parents, wives, children, relatives, and brothers?
In this life, who isn't carrying a heavy burden?

"Brother, can I come along? Let me keep Godfather company."

Little Fatty pleaded in a sorrowful voice.

Actually, he still had a thought in his mind: if his godfather could be saved, that would be a happy ending for everyone.

If my godfather can't be saved, this is a final farewell to him.
"Okay, I promise you." Tang Fei nodded emphatically and looked at Little Fatty, saying, "Let's take Godfather home together."

"Mmm." The chubby boy wiped away his tears and said happily, "Thank you, brother."

Fearing that his disobedience would displease Tang Fei, he quickly explained, "Brother, don't worry, I will hand over the Iron-Eating Beast Legion to Bo Gu."

“He used to be a barbarian chieftain, and all the barbarians listened to him. Actually, he is more suitable to be the chieftain than I am.”

Tang Fei sighed softly, thinking to himself, "This silly child."
Of course I know that Bogu is more suitable to be the chieftain than you; he has the very air of a barbarian leader.
With your fair and chubby appearance, which barbarian warrior wouldn't doubt the purity of your bloodline?
Fortunately, most barbarians are foolish and cannot understand such profound questions.
The reason I made you the clan leader is because you are my most trusted younger brother, and I want to firmly hold this invincible army of iron-eating beasts in my own hands.

Tang Fei wouldn't feel comfortable handing it over to Bo Gu, or rather, the old Bo Gu.

However, after a period of contact, Little Fatty also conquered the barbarian soldiers with his innate superhuman strength, letting them know that the chaotic power of their tribe was so formidable.
They probably wouldn't have any thoughts of betrayal.

At the crucial moment, it was Little Fatty's identity that played a big role.

Their rebellion against themselves is tantamount to rebellion against Little Fatty, which is legally untenable.

“Alright, hand it over to Bogu.” Tang Fei nodded and said, “Pick up Man Niu too, and make him Bogu’s assistant.”

"Brother, why?"

"Just do as I say." Tang Fei didn't want to explain too much to Xiao Pang, so he said perfunctorily, "Look, each legion has one commander and one deputy commander, and there will be more deputies in the future. When Bo Gu is charging into battle, doesn't he need someone to help manage things from behind?"

Now that we've embarked on this path of vying for supremacy, everything must be proceduralized and formalized.

Not only should the Dushan Army and the Tianlang Army be punished, but the barbarian Iron-Eating Beast Legion should also be divided and restrained.
To put it nicely, it's about protecting the top leader from making mistakes.

To put it bluntly, it's about decentralization and mutual oversight.

Otherwise, if the enemy corrupts the corps commander, and then the commander leads the entire corps to defect, who can you complain to?

However, the most trustworthy force around Tang Fei right now is the barbarian Iron-Eating Beast Legion, followed by the Dushan Army.
Little Fatty wholeheartedly agreed, saying, "Brother, I understand. When I was charging ahead, Bo Gu always took care of things for me from behind."

"Good that you understand," Tang Fei said.

Watching Tang Fei patiently instructing Little Fatty, Lu Siyu felt a surge of admiration for their brotherly bond, but also a touch of curiosity:
What exactly did they experience at Hate Mountain?
What fostered their deep trust and familial bond?
Even family members aren't all that great.

In wealthy and powerful families, there are many instances of brothers fighting amongst themselves.

What's even more ridiculous is that the two princes of the Zhong royal family fought so hard for the position right under their father's nose that they lost the entire empire.

Tang Fei knew that given the old man's current physical condition, the fact that Shen Shi could still maintain his survival characteristics proved that the previous medical conditions were excellent; at the very least, the high-grade nutrient solution required by this life-maintaining device was indispensable.

Now that they're separated from Shen's medical resources, it's uncertain how long the nutrient solution in the nutrient tank can last.

Although some have been collected in Fengcheng, Huangjin, and Hongyue, they are still in the 'rejection' testing phase, and it is unknown whether the old man's body can accept them.

They dared not use any medicine on the old man casually, lest they accidentally send him to his death.

Therefore, time was of the essence, and they had to get the old man back to the desolate land as soon as possible.

After confirming their departure time, Tang Fei and Xiao Pang went in to visit the old man one last time before taking care of some important matters before leaving.

Lu Siyu didn't want to do anything; she just wanted to stay by the old man's side.

Tang Fei let her be, after all, she had just helped the rebels break through Fengcheng's defensive barrier.
She has broken through the enemy's defenses and opened the enemy city's defensive shield twice in a row. Her achievements are truly immense.

When Tang Fei arrived at the council hall, Fenghuang and Xun Pu had just seen off a group of people.

The original government and military system in Fengcheng need to be disciplined and appeased, and the successors also need to be given instructions and admonitions.
Taking over a city is much more difficult than marrying a wife; it's a complex and tangled mess.

Fortunately, both Fenghuang and Xunpu are skilled at managing affairs, especially Fenghuang. She had never been an official before and had no experience in governing a region. However, she could handle all these mundane political matters with ease, giving people a sense of effortless and graceful ease.

Is this something that is innate?

Upon seeing the Tang bandits approaching, Xun Pu immediately rose to take his leave.

Tang Fei walked behind Phoenix and gently massaged her shoulders, asking with concern, "Are you exhausted?"

"What's this?" Phoenix narrowed her eyes slightly, like a lazy kitten, clearly enjoying this level of intimacy: "The one who's really working hard is you."

"You did all the work, why should I have to work hard?"

Phoenix turned around, gently patted Tang Fei's heart, and said softly, "It must have been tough here."

Tang Fei felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and a warm current surged through his heart.

Phoenix understands herself; she knows her own suffering and what is the greatest suffering.

"How is the old man?" Phoenix asked.

Although the relationship between Phoenix and the old man became tense after the old man's identity was exposed.

However, when the phoenix fell to the Hate Mountain, everyone still got along very well.

For Phoenix, that was also a beautiful memory.

Phoenix also visited the old man after he was brought back.

"Still the same," Tang Fei sighed. "Barely surviving."

"Is there any treatment option?"

"Little Fatty and I whispered that we were going to send him back to the wasteland. With the technological means that the Lu family has, and with a famous doctor performing surgery, there should be a glimmer of hope for his life."

Phoenix opened the drawer, took out a handwritten letter, and said, "This is for you."

"What?" Tang Fei took the envelope.

The letter was blank on the outside, without a signature, so it was impossible to tell who it was addressed to.

"A handwritten letter... I haven't written anything like that in years," Phoenix said. "I helped Dr. Qin Luo once, and I don't know if he'd still be grateful." "How did you know?"

Tang Fei stopped halfway through his sentence.

He had always known of Phoenix's intelligence.

This girl has a very clever and insightful mind.

The old man was injured to such an extent that the doctors in the three cities were helpless and only the top doctors could help.
Knowing herself as she does, she would definitely invite the renowned doctor Qin Luo.

Therefore, she wrote the invitation letter in advance.
Her words carried far more weight than mine.

After all, as an imperial princess, it must have been a very important matter for her to say that she had helped Dr. Qin Luo.

Dr. Qin Luo can handle this small matter himself; why would he need the princess to intervene?

"Thank you."

Tang Fei held Phoenix's neck tightly and whispered in her ear.

Phoenix leaned into his arms and said with a smile, "Do we need to say these things between us?"

"So you won't say it anymore?"

"I'm not going to say anything more," Phoenix said. "See, I won't bother with all this polite talk."

"When strangers say thank you, it's out of politeness; but when close people say it, it can create distance between them."

"Whatever my girlfriend says is right," Tang Fei said with a smile.

At this time, you naturally can't reason with a girl.
"Hmph, it's good to know."

The two of them hugged each other and felt incredibly happy.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and the two of them were frozen into a sculpture of happiness.

I don't want to move at all.

They didn't know how much time had passed before they reluctantly parted ways.

If we don't separate now, I'm afraid we'll never be able to.

"I'll leave this place to you after I leave," Tang Fei said apologetically.

This whole mess is incredibly complicated, and Phoenix will need to spend a lot of time and energy to handle it properly.

Moreover, this place can be considered her base camp, and she is helping to guard the home, which is a great responsibility.

"I will do my best." Phoenix showed no intention of refusing. She knew she was the most suitable candidate and had to step forward at this time: "If there is anything I don't understand, I will ask Chief of Staff Xun for guidance."

"I believe in you." Tang Fei looked at Phoenix and said with a smile, "I think you are a natural leader. You do this better than I do."

Phoenix shook her head and said, "You know, before, all I wanted was to be a general."

"If possible, I only want to be a general in the future."

The general should just go into battle and kill the enemy.

Politics is too complicated; every corner is filled with human calculations and schemes.

too tired.

She walked out of the palace and had no intention of going back.

"I can't bear to let you go to the battlefield to fight," Tang Fei said with a smile, stroking Phoenix's hair. "You should do what you're good at. That way, you'll be safe, and I'll be at ease."

Phoenix, with seductive eyes, teased, "General Tang, you have ulterior motives."

"Who doesn't have selfish motives?" Tang Fei retorted.

Phoenix is ​​an imperial princess, of noble status.

They usually had to greet and see off guests, essentially serving as Tang Fei's 'deputy'.

So she gives off an air of elegance and poise. Now, she's showing this girlish side of herself, which creates a striking contrast and makes her alluring.

Tang Fei couldn't resist wanting to hold the little girl in his arms again.

"Yes, who doesn't have selfish motives?" Phoenix sighed.

She also had her own selfish motives; she also had people she liked and cared about more.

Now that the Zhong royal family is falling apart, she also has to make her own selfish choices.

"You don't blame me?"

"What's your fault?"

"Use Shen Xinglan to bring the old man back."

"If I blame you, will you change it?"

"Yes," Tang Fei said.

Children who come from places like Henshan are unscrupulous and unscrupulous in their actions.

They'd rather die than suffer a loss, and they'd do anything to gain an advantage.

To live, even if it's to live like a dog.

Give it some fertilizer and it will grow; give it some sunshine and it will flourish.

Tang Fei was not a good person in the true sense; good people don't survive.

But he couldn't be a completely bad person either; he was even a little... problematic in matters of the heart.
weak.

Because it is scarce, it is especially cherished.

Especially towards the old man and the chubby boy
He didn't care what Shen Xinglan's identity was, whether he was Shen Wuxiang's direct grandson or the crown prince that the Shen family was grooming.

None of them amount to even a fraction of what the old man has achieved.

Therefore, he changed without hesitation and without looking back.

They were afraid that if they agreed too late, Shen Wuxiang would go back on his word.

“Yes. You will definitely make the change. Whether it's Shen Xinglan, Shen Boyu, or Shen Wuxiang, you will make the change.” Phoenix gripped Tang Fei's hand tightly, as if she could see right through him: “Are you worried about what others will think about this?”

“Yes,” Tang Fei nodded, “Shen Qingping’s parents were just killed.”

"If you could do it all over again, would you still choose to change?"

"Yes," Tang Fei said decisively.

"Then that settles it?" Phoenix comforted Tang Fei like a caring older sister, saying, "I know what the old man means to you, so I think your choice is correct. No matter how many times you do it again, you will make the same choice."

"But many people don't know this, and Shen Qingping doesn't know it either, so you should find some time to talk to Shen Qingping."

Tang Fei nodded and said, "I will."

“Tang Fei, there’s something else I think you should understand, or rather, you must learn,” Phoenix said, looking directly into Tang Fei’s eyes with utmost seriousness.

"What?" Tang Fei asked.

Seeing Phoenix so serious, he became a little curious as well.

"As someone in a position of power, one must know how to make choices and act in one's own self-interest."

"Because you are destined to only satisfy a portion of the people, and not everyone."

"The more teams you have, the greater the profits, and that's exactly how it is."

"What if someone is not satisfied?"

"Then we'll find a way to satisfy him."

"What if you're still not satisfied?"

“Then they’re no longer one of us.” Phoenix’s voice seemed to carry a chilling killing intent: “They could also be enemies.”

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Phoenix knew that these words should not have come out of her mouth.

No one wants their bedmate to be a cold and heartless woman.
However, he did not want the Tang bandits to fall into such internal strife and torment.

His business was just starting out, and his team was just beginning to take shape. Because he cared about one person, he became overly concerned about that person's feelings.
There's no problem with treating scholars with respect.

However, the first priority is to protect one's own interests.

If you're not satisfied with this, you can take a piece. If you're not satisfied with that, you can take another piece.

In the long run, where will gratitude come from?
So where does the fear come from?
Sometimes, even if you know it's wrong, you still have to go on without hesitation.

This is not brotherly affection; this is the way of a ruler.

(End of this chapter)