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Chapter 512: The One Who Experiences War (asking for monthly tickets)
No matter how young a person is, he can understand what the battle diagram drawn on the snow means. Or perhaps it is precisely because of the youthful vigor and vitality that he yearns for such a battle diagram even more.

Xue Changqing's breathing became a little heavy. His eyes were bright as he stared at the battle formation with envy. He said, "This is great! A battle like this will surely be recorded in history, right?"

"But neither His Majesty the King of Qin nor General Fan Qing wants me to go to the front line, even though I'm already in the third level!"

"Brother Li led General Fan Qing and his men to defeat General Yu Wenhua's 3,000 heavy armored soldiers, and then fled thousands of miles away. At that time, he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, younger than I am now, and he was only at the second level of the sky!"

Saatanti glanced at the young man from the Central Plains and said:
"War means death."

Xue Changqing said: "If a man fights for his country, dies in the frontier, and returns wrapped in his horse's hide, that is a natural thing."

Saatanti didn't want to talk to this guy who had never experienced the battlefield. When she was young, she followed the small tribe she was born in and wandered across the vast land of the Western Regions. She was very cautious because she was afraid of being involved in the war.

When she was a child, she was even captured by a noble. At that time, the Wolf King Chen Fubi was at his most powerful and vigorous as recorded in history. The nobles in the Western Regions were afraid of the majesty of the Wolf King and captured people from passing small tribes as gifts.

If it weren't for Tianger, she might have been sent to the front line as a slave.

It is because he has personally witnessed the cruelty of the battlefield.

I know how fragile life is on the battlefield. People who were just alive, talking and laughing, may never come back after a battle, leaving behind only a knife and a word.

So she naturally dislikes people who look down on the battlefield.

People who live in peace always have an excessive yearning for the battlefield, ignoring the determination of fighting with swords and putting their lives and everything on the gambling table on the battlefield, and magnifying the joy of returning home in triumph after achieving success.

But the former is the norm.

On the battlefield, there is always a loser.

There might even be two losers and no winners.

Why doesn't he know that what he finds boring now is just a simple daily routine, which is the most unattainable dream for people living in the chaotic era of battlefield?

Saatanti thought, but she didn't say it out loud.

She is not the kind of person who likes to preach to others or impose her own ideas on others.

It may be because every time Mr. Wen He wanted to do this to Mr. Yan Daiqing, he would encounter Mr. Yan Daiqing's iron fist; and every time Mr. Yan Daiqing wanted to lecture Mr. Wen He, he would be greeted with a more pleasant "revenge".

Even old man Siming used these two guys with very different personalities to refer to the two energies of [Yin] and [Yang], and casually taught Saatanti some magical skills of the Yin-Yang school.

She looked at Xue Changqing, whose eyes were shining, and sighed.

Xue Changqing didn't know why he felt uncomfortable all over. He touched his hair and forehead and said, "What, what's wrong?!"

The girl from the Western Regions who grew up on the battlefield smiled slightly:

"Nothing, I just envy you."

"You must have lived in a peaceful place and grown up being pampered, right?"

Xue Changqing paused, feeling that the emotions and experiences in the girl's eyes were beyond his comprehension, as he had not experienced that kind of life. But somehow, it made Xue Changqing feel a little weak.

Saatanti turned and left: "I haven't finished what Mr. Yan Daiqing taught me, Captain Xue Changqing, please help me."

Xue Changqing remained calm: "Of course."

But looking at the girl holding a scroll, with her black hair tied up in a masculine way, wearing Mohist knight-errant clothes, and wearing a pair of calfskin boots, Xue Changqing exhaled, touched his cheek, and gritted his teeth: "Western women, are they so unceremonious?"

"Stare at me... and don't be shy."

He wanted to say the word shame.

However, the language of the young man who was brought up in Jiangnan was too clean to utter any insulting words, so he had no choice but to hold his halberd unwillingly and quickly followed Saatanti.

The task that Yan Daiqing gave them was actually also a task for the basic officials of the entire Tiance Mansion.

Receive people from the front lines.

The soldiers on the front line were captives from foreign countries and more than 100,000 elite troops from the State of Chen. Some were seriously injured, some had lost their will to fight, and some were too old to fight. All of them were brought down, and these people were brought under the command of the Qilin Army.

There is also a sense of determination in this.

The King of Qin had no intention of letting Emperor Chen and Chen Dingye go.

The short-lived alliance was for the sake of justice in the Central Plains and to overcome the difficulties together. After many things were over, it would not give Chen Dingye any time to recuperate and restore his foundation after the war against the Turks was over.

It’s about the King of Qin and Chen Dingye.

At this moment, Marshal Yue Pengwu was forced to stay in the heartland of the Central Plains. As one of the only two generals qualified to command the army, he had to guard the entire territory of the State of Chen to prevent any chaos from occurring in the area that had just been conquered.

This is a natural arrangement.

However, Yue Pengwu and Yue Shuai expressed extreme protest against this.

But Qilin ran fast, and the King of Qin did not hesitate to carry the Tiger Roaring Sky Halberd and go up himself. Yue Pengwu could only consider the overall situation and stay in the safe rear. During these few months, he heard that the fighting on the front line was fierce.

Yue Pengwu wrote twelve urgent letters to the front line at the level of a general.

I hope Li Guanyi can step back.

What is this, 'The king is in power, but the generals are derelict in their duties. How can we allow the king of a country to personally wear armor and lead the battle?'

Or, "How can a person of such value, who does not even sit in the hall, charge into battle and brave arrows?"

General Yue was a respectable man, at least it was written in a respectable manner in the files, but the basic meaning was that he hoped that His Majesty the King of Qin would charge a little slower, and if that didn't work, he could replace someone and let Yue Pengwu give it a try.

His Majesty the King of Qin always answered very politely, but basically it was like this.

OK OK.

Definitely next time!
All major affairs of the world depend on you, so please don't trouble General Yue with this matter.

Yue Pengwu's twelve letters were unable to bring back the king who was at the front, so he could only feel aggrieved. However, the warfare method of His Majesty the King of Qin was not based on killing, but on the hearts of the people. All kinds of supplies and population were continuously transported from the front line to the back.

As a result, Mr. Yan Daiqing's expression became gloomy all the time.

The tribal populations were dispersed and settled in different places, and they were also taken care of by the Qilin Army soldiers trained by Fan Qing. However, there were other arrangements for the soldiers of the State of Chen who fought to the death on the front lines.

Today, Saatanti and Xue Changqing went to the places where the frontline soldiers were settled. It seemed that an old soldier had a conflict with a man from Jiangnan. When they went there, the white-haired old soldier shouted that he must hope to get something.

But the Jiangnan citizen was not happy. After asking, he found out that the old soldier had taken a fancy to the litter of puppies born by the man's dog and wanted one. He said he could pay for it. The citizen's tone was somewhat complaining, but he could not hide his cheerful nature. He said:

"It's just a dog. It's not about money."

"If it's a normal day, you only need one, or two or three. As long as you don't want to catch them for meat, I'll give them to you. They're not worth much money."

"But I have already divided this litter of puppies among several friends. I plan to give them to each of them. I have to follow the principle of first come first served. Otherwise, what will happen to my reputation here? Where will I put my face?"

"This old guy walked straight over here as soon as he came over. He scared me. I asked him what was going on, but he didn't say anything. When I finally opened my mouth, he just said that he wanted a dog."

"Why should I give it to him when he comes here so angrily?"

The old soldier's white hair was on his forehead. He just said, "I, this dog is too similar to the dog I raised with my brother. I, I beg you, just a puppy..."

The man frowned, looking at the old soldier who was almost kneeling down with his hands clasped together in begging. He softened his heart, but his mouth was still hard, and he said, "Then call your brother to come, why are you here?"

"How about this, since even Mr. Zhao is here, as well as the captain of the Qilin Army, forget it. Bring your brother's old dog here so I can take a look. If it really looks like it, I'll give it to you."

The old soldier replied: "The dog is dead."

The man paused, opened his mouth, and then closed it again, and said, "Hey, where's your brother?"

The old soldier replied: "He died too. Did he die in the Western Regions or in the Northern Frontier?"

"I do not remember."

"I really want this dog, but I'm really sorry. I just came back from Saibei. To be honest, I'm very nervous now. Sometimes when I'm sleeping at night and hear someone shouting, I wake up suddenly with a knife in my arms."

"It's like he's crazy. I'm so sorry, but I don't want this dog anymore."

"I'm really sorry."

The old soldier pulled his clothes and turned away. The man stood there in a daze for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand, slapped himself hard in the face, cursed, then reached out, grabbed the dog, and rushed over to the old soldier in two or three steps, throwing it into his arms, saying:
"Here you go, bro."

"Here, take it!"

The old soldier was stunned and tried to refuse for a long time, but the man just said, "You can take it. It's just a dog. It's okay. It's okay."

The old soldier thought about it, first took out a bag from his arms and put it on the ground. The bag was full of copper coins. It was the pension for Zheng Laogou. Then he carefully picked up the dog and held it in his arms.

This is a good dog.

It is small, with dark yellow fur and a moist nose.

It seemed that the murderous spirit that rolled out from the tip of the knife in the old soldier's body stimulated the puppy. The puppy shivered and urinated directly on the old soldier, who cursed him.

Then he lowered his head, smelled the smell, and suddenly laughed:

"What did this dog eat? It smells so bad!"

“You’re getting angry!”

As he said this, he suddenly choked up and touched the little yellow dog's head with his forehead. The little yellow dog suddenly was no longer afraid and stuck out its tongue to gently lick Zhou Laosan's head. Zhou Laosan wiped his tears and put the puppy on his shoulder.

Zhou Laosan wore two knives on his waist. Both knives had broken blades. On the handle of one of the knives, there was a dog's head carved.

The puppy sat upright, just like his comrade-in-arms.

Zhou Laosan stretched out his finger, gently scratched the puppy's chin, and said:
"walk home!"

He staggered away, and Saatanti looked at his back. The man next to him had a guilty look on his face. It was likely that on many nights, when he couldn't sleep, he would suddenly sit up and give himself a slap in the face.

"Zhou Yong, in the third year of Tianhe, was a brave soldier under the command of Lieutenant General Guiziying."

"After several battles, first against Tuyuhun, then against Dangxiang, and finally fighting north and south, he fought against the heavily armored iron pagoda of the Turks outside Zhenbei City. All his comrades died in the battle. When His Majesty the King of Qin arrived at Zhenbei City, he shouted the camp call of that year and fought the Turkic cavalry to the death."

"A Central Plains Hundred Battles Sword, the blade of which was bent after being hacked and chopped. After being injured, he lost too much blood and fainted. He fell into a pile of corpses and was brought back."

"He was the last person to walk into the military camp that year."

Xue Changqing fell silent.

Saatanti watched the figures of the old soldier and the puppy gradually walk away, blurred by the setting sun, and said, "Captain Xue, do you think you would regret it if there were no more wars in the future?"

"What do you think the purpose of war is?"

Xue Changqing looked at the historian girl holding the history book in the sunset, not knowing how to answer Saatanti, "I think if it was His Majesty the King of Qin, it would be Tianger, who would definitely answer that the purpose of war is to make war unnecessary."

"It's for peace."

"It is so that everyone can be like Zhou Yong, at least to have the opportunity to walk along the aisle with a puppy in his arms at sunset in winter, buy a steamed bun from a stall, have a bowl of hot soup, and say hello to the strangers next to him."

"Laughing and saying, oh, it's really cold today."

"This soup tastes good, but it would be even better if there was some meat. After eating and drinking, I will hold the puppy and leisurely return to my home, quietly watch the sun set, and have a good sleep and a sweet dream."

"Isn't it?"

Under Saatanti's description, the peaceful days gradually became clear, and Xue Changqing slowly understood that this historian must have grown up in a place that was rather tragic, with relatively violent conflicts and wars.

Xue Changqing could gradually understand this girl. He felt that it was not a manly thing for him to have the same knowledge as her. Besides, this girl seemed to be quite knowledgeable and well-informed.

Very capable and awesome.

"So, Captain Xue, if there is no battlefield for you to achieve success in the future, will you have some regrets?"

Saatanti suddenly asked. Xue Changqing was stunned and didn't know how to answer. The eyes of the girl from the Western Regions were as dark as the most beautiful black gemstones. She smiled slightly: "You are still a child after all."

The young man from Jiangnan blushed.

"you!!!"

Nothing is more intoxicating than the spring breeze in the south of the Yangtze River, and nothing is more difficult to express emotion than the flushed face of a boy of sixteen or seventeen.

General Xue would look down from the upper floor of the restaurant, watching this scene.

He curled his lips: "Young man, humph."

"A guy like this who has no skills is my blood descendant?"

"Or is it my brother's blood descendant? How can he be so stupid? If it were me, I would definitely be extraordinary."

"It only takes a little effort to attract the woman's attention."

The Mohist elder Guan Twelve rolled his eyes and said:

"Yes, yes, you are awesome, you are awesome. If it were you, what would you do?"

General Xue said calmly, "Go grab her history book, and then run ahead. You can't run too fast, nor too slow. Just in front, where it seems possible to catch up, but it also seems very difficult."

Guan Twelve was dumbfounded.

The elder of the Mo family said bluntly: "Then you are really a jerk!"

General Xue was very proud: "But I also have my Yaoguang."

The Mohist elder rolled his eyes wildly, thinking that he couldn't talk too much to this guy with a poisoned mouth, otherwise, he would definitely shorten his life, so he just worked harder to build a new mechanical arm.

At this moment, General Xue's body structure is just like that of an ordinary person.

His expression was calm, and he even had the ability to chatter.

Guan Twelve really wanted to go back to the past, to the time when he himself creatively developed this mechanism and was laughing wildly, and rush over to give that smug self of his time a throat-locking move using the Southwestern Iron-Eating Beast.

The me of the past.

What on earth did you develop for this guy named Xue!!!
The previous series of battles, one was against the State of Chen, and the other was a battle against the Turks and the grasslands. Both were magnificent and soul-stirring, with many heroic moves, but General Xue had no intention of stepping onto this battlefield.

"Hmm? Why do you say that?" At that time, Guan Twelve and others were worried that General Xue would also be anxious to step onto the battlefield, and planned to develop a mechanical battle armor that could bear a certain amount of his abilities in advance. When they asked General Xue, General Xue just smiled lazily:
"The attack on Chen State and the alliance to defeat the Turks are just normal things to do. For the generals ranked 20 or 30, this may be their greatest achievement in their lives, but for the top three generals in the world, it is just a preparation."

“Just like when you go out, eat and drink.”

"Will you leave the final battle of your heyday to the matter of eating and drinking?"

General Xue's answer was brief and to the point, and he spoke it calmly.

However, the arrogance of this once most powerful general in the world has been fully displayed.

Even Guan Twelve understood that this was the arrogance of the number one general of that era - even the battle to destroy Chen and the battle to conquer the grassland, which were enough to leave a mark in history, were of no value in the eyes of General Xue.

In his eyes, there was only the final battle that would determine who would rule the world.

Before this, all the wars were just prologues.

Guan Twelve had no choice but to create a true heyday, enough to allow General Xue to appear in the world with the strongest posture, while casually asking: "So, General Xue is not going to meet Mr. Xue Daoyong?"

General Xue asked, "What did you see?"

Guan Twelve was stunned: "Huh?"

General Xue lazily propped up his chin and said, "Put yourself in their shoes. If I were to see an ancestor who had lived for hundreds of years crawl out after a lifetime of dominance and asked me to recognize him, I would not be interested."

"If a person lives for a hundred years, his grandchildren will still remember him, but it is difficult for his great-grandchildren to remember him. If he lives one or two generations later, not to mention his personality and experience, he may even know very little about his name."

"At this moment, the Xue family is just a strange world to me with only a slight blood relationship. If I go, they will not feel comfortable, and neither will I. It is better to forget both of us. They know me, but they don't have to see me. I know them, but I don't have to see them."

"Only then can I feel at ease and free and easy."

Guan Twelve looked at General Xue at this moment. Only then did he feel that this guy with a poisonous mouth still had some of the spirit of being the best in the world. However, General Xue crossed his arms in front of him and looked at the world in the distance.

"A battle to annihilate the Steppe Turks?"

He thought of the time when he became famous, when the Red Emperor was surrounded by the Turkic army. He used the Cloud-breaking Sky-shaking Bow to kill the Turkic Khan at that time, but even so, the Turks simply retreated.

Five hundred years later, it is still active.

Will this generation completely destroy the Turks and put an end to the eight hundred years of feud?

Oh, it feels so good.

I don’t know whether it was that kid Li Guanyi or Jiang Su who won.

General Xue narrowed his eyes, not knowing with what kind of regret he was reminiscing about his heyday and thinking about the man next to him, nor with what kind of emotion he was imagining the fighting on the distant grassland.

He just clenched his hand empty, as if holding up a wine glass, and raised it towards the distance.

"Better than us, Chen Baxian."

"When drinking."

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The flags were flying like clouds from the sky falling onto the earth.

It was a clear winter night with not a single cloud in sight. A bright moon hung in the sky, illuminating the surroundings. The ground was covered in silver. The Qin king's army had already arrived outside the five lotus pond volcanoes.

There was white snow between the sky and the earth, but in the snow, there was a faint blazing fire energy hidden in it. Li Guanyi stood in the white snow, and a ball of fire leaped up and landed on Li Guanyi's shoulder.

It’s a little unicorn.

He shook his body, not afraid of the coldness in the far north of the world. He just stared at the volcano standing solemnly in the distance with wide eyes, and said: "Hmm? This breath, such a rich fire energy..."

“As soon as I smelled it, I knew it must be delicious!”

“It’s a good fruit!”

Li Guanyi rubbed the Fire Kirin's head and said, "At this time, you are still thinking about your good deeds." He also looked at the volcano standing solemnly behind the last line of battle of the Khan of the grassland.

The Five Lotus Pond Volcanoes, like the Flaming Mountain in the Western Regions, are places that breed the rich vitality between heaven and earth. It was also the place where Grandpa Siming suppressed Zhang Ziyong, one of the martial arts legends, the green-robed immortal.

It is also the place where the Jiuli's final masterpiece, the Jiuli Divine Weapon of the Lord of Weapons, which can break all other divine weapons, can be forged and tempered.

As if sensing the blazing fire element in that distant land, Li Guanyi heard the sound of weapons, and a fierce and murderous aura of military strategists surged and rose up -

On this day, in this place where the fire energy of heaven and earth gathered and the weapons of the world were at their most intense, golden patterns appeared on the gold and iron of the Jiuli divine weapons.

A stream of light converges.

Sudden change occurs.

(End of this chapter)