The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

"Let's all die!"

Another bloody storm.

At the same time, in the shack in the mine.

"Uncle, wake up, wake up quickly."

The middle-aged man, who was beaten to a bloody pulp, struggled to open his tired eyes, and then vaguely saw two young faces in the darkness.

"Hehe." The middle-aged man laughed twice pretending to be strong.

"I'm fine, don't worry, boys."

"Your uncle is in very good health."

"Those few hits from that barbarian didn't kill me—cough cough."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man coughed violently twice.

Then he heard his nephew speaking nervously.

"Uncle, there's movement outside."

"Shouting for war and killing."

"Is there a conflict between the Tumo people and the Gorolu people?"

Although Golulu was a vassal of Tumo, and theoretically the Golulu people were the younger brothers of Tumo, there were still contradictions between the two.

In addition, both countries are essentially similar to tribal alliances, and the central government has limited control over the military leaders below, so conflicts occur from time to time.

Fighting is not uncommon.

"Oh?" The middle-aged man then discovered that most of the slaves in the mine had woken up and were looking at each other in panic.

He pricked up his ears.

Indeed, just as his two nephews said, the sound of fighting outside was deafening.

"Walk--"

The middle-aged man got up.

"Let's go and take a look quietly."

If it's really the group of barbarians outside fighting among themselves...

This is a good opportunity to escape.

In this way, several people took action and quietly crawled up in an environment worse than that of a cattle shed.

After wading through the other slaves lying in disorder and curled up on the ground, they came to the edge of the mine and quietly stuck their heads out.

Then, the middle-aged man's pupils suddenly shrank.

In the burning flames, a large flag with Tang characters on it was fluttering in the whistling evening wind!

And under the flags, the heavily armored cavalry were ruthlessly trampling on the Gorolu people who had once been arrogant and domineering.

No matter how they wailed, how they fled, how they struggled—

The cavalrymen showed no mercy.

The sharp lances pierced them one by one.

The trembling carved bow shot them down one after another.

"Ho, ho, ho, ho..."

Amid the frightened eyes of his nephews and nephews, the middle-aged man made strange noises from his throat.

"Second uncle, what's wrong with you?"

His two nephews immediately came over and supported him.

At this moment, the sound of rolling and crawling was heard not far from the edge of the mine.

The two nephews looked closely and found that it was a supervisor in the mine.

He was an extremely cruel guy who would beat the miners half to death and then throw them to the wolves he raised.

It is said that the vicious wolf he raised was so greedy for meat that its eyes went red.

And this guy who was so majestic a few hours ago, now...

"Bang!" Shu Yichao caught up with the supervisor from behind, and with a flash of cold light, his feet flew out.

"Ah!" The supervisor screamed and fell to the ground, but at this moment he had no intention of reminiscing about the leg he had lost forever.

He begged for mercy with tears streaming down his face.

"Spare my life!"

"Spare my life!!"

"I can give you all my treasures—"

"Pfft!"

Shu Yichao shook off the blood on his sword, turned around and saw three heads sticking out of the mine.

“…” The middle-aged man’s two nephews were startled.

Oh no, I’ve been discovered by this ruthless demon!

"Huh?" Shu Yichao rushed over.

"Green dot?"

The two young men jumped up in fright.

When they jumped, they threw the middle-aged man out.

However, the middle-aged man didn't know where he got the strength from, and he stopped suddenly.

"Ho, ho, ho, ho..." The middle-aged man screamed strangely. He looked at Shu Yichao, pointing at the flag fluttering in the night sky, and was speechless for a long time.

However, there seemed to be a light in his eyes.

"Da, Datang, Hui, Hui——"

"Yes." He was answered with words of great affirmation.

"Tang Dynasty——"

"came back!"

Chapter 116 - Eternal Night Sky

The Tang army did return.

It’s just not what the middle-aged man imagined.

The one who came back was not a human.

Instead, they were white-haired ghosts wearing armor and riding dark horses.

Even during the day, this group of white-haired ghosts did not disappear, and still moved freely in the sunlight.

Even though the middle-aged man was knowledgeable and experienced, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Speaking of that flag...

Why does it feel so familiar?

"Shu..."

The middle-aged man murmured.

Then, he saw a tall figure walking towards him.

That outfit looked very familiar to him.

"——Adjutant Mi?"

The middle-aged man asked in astonishment.

Isn’t that the adjutant who always followed General Shu Lao and General Shu Xiao?

Although no one had ever seen what the adjutant looked like, his unique attire was extremely eye-catching.

Mia Zola suddenly turned around and looked the middle-aged man up and down.

After lowering its head and thinking for a while, it also recognized the opposite side.

"Little Liutou?"

"You're not dead."

"He's not dead, he's not dead!" The middle-aged man wiped away his tears and said with emotion.

"I was captured by that bunch of barbarians and farmed for a few years, but recently I was thrown into mining—"

"You've given me a lot of trouble!"

He chuckled and saluted.

"Xuanwu Army—Liu Shiyi, return to the team!"

"You shouldn't say that to me." Mia Zola glanced at Shu Yichao.

"You should talk to him."

"I'm still the same, and I'm just an adjutant again."

“…” Liu Shiyi glanced at the big banner with the word Tang on it, and then at the big banner with the word Shu on it.

When he looked at Shu Yichao just now, he seemed to see an old general with white hair and beard, and a heroic female general.

"Could it be——"

"It's just what you think." Miya Zola saw the doubt in Liu Shiyi's heart.

"Shu Wenchang's grandson, Shu Chuanfeng's son."

"..."

Liu Shiyi wiped his face fiercely.

"Then there's nothing to say."

"Let's continue fighting General Shu!"

"It will be over when we drive those barbarians away!"

"Aren't you afraid?" Mia Zora asked.

"Everyone who comes here is a ghost."

"They are all white-haired ghosts that Shu Yichao recruited from Kucha City."

"What's there to be afraid of!" Liu Shiyi patted his chest.

"There might be elders in there who know me!"

"I will continue to carry the banner of Shu!"

After saying that, Liu Shiyi strode up to a white-haired ghost carrying a flag, and then spoke with his calves shaking.

"General, this flag is..."

The white-haired ghost stared at him, and his bony hands gripped the flagpole tightly, his vibrating larynx emitting a very muddy bass.

"Little brat——"

"roll!"

"I'm not dead yet."

"..."

"Hahaha!" Mia Zola laughed with glee.

"Little Liu, you should go back to Kucha City and take care of your health."

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