The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

It's just the simple fact.

broken!

It's really the Tang army that turned into evil spirits and came back to take our lives!

Now look at those skeletons, the bone knives dripping with blood in their hands...

The residents of Shule City fled, hiding in their houses one by one, closing the doors tightly, and then peeking out in horror through the gaps between the doors and windows.

Trembling, doubt, surprise, fear...the clouds lingered in their hearts and were hard to dissipate.

Even though we fought side by side not long ago, he was still a fierce ghost!

What if the evil ghost has taken the lives of the Tumo people and will target them next?

Who can guarantee that evil spirits will not hurt people?

"General Zeng, something is wrong!" At the city gate, Zeng Lu, who was still sighing with emotion, had several people quickly gathered around him.

Their faces were pale, their hands holding the long swords were clenched with veins bulging, and their whole bodies were shaking.

"What's wrong?" Zeng Lu sniffed and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Those Tang soldiers are all evil spirits!"

The big man who had just witnessed the appearance of the Anxi army was now huddled like a quail.

"I saw it clearly, it wasn't a mask."

"Their faces were reduced to bones."

"There's still light in my eyes!"

At the same time, the rebels on the city wall also crawled down.

"General Zeng!"

"Skeletons! There are skeletons everywhere outside! There are endless of them!!"

"Evil ghost!"

"It's really an evil ghost!"

In a moment, the mood of the rebels fell from heaven to hell.

It was clearly before midnight that the Tang Dynasty's heavenly soldiers returned to Shule to save the people from the dire straits.

How come at dawn, they became evil spirits of the Tang army, demanding lives and wanting everyone in the city to be buried with them?

“…” Zeng Lu was confused by what they said.

Ghosts? Bones? What the hell is going on?

At this moment——

"Tramp, tramp, tramp--" The sound of horse hooves came from the corner of the street, and it seemed that dozens of riders were approaching this side.

"General Zeng." Some people became anxious and rushed to support Zeng Lu.

"Come on!"

"Those evil spirits are coming—if we don't run now, it will be too late."

In fact, it was too late when they were anxiously trying to find a way out.

But suddenly I found that there were densely packed skeletons everywhere.

The skeleton soldiers have blocked all the roads, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

Soon, the cavalrymen approached slowly.

"It's really a ghost!"

"It's the evil ghost of the Tang army..." The people around Zeng Lu whispered to each other, and there was a hint of fear in their words.

Nearly.

Getting closer and closer.

The closer they got, the more they realized that, except for the handsome young man in the lead, the Tang cavalrymen indeed had skull faces.

Countless people in the corners who were watching this scene gasped and hissed.

“Tread, tap—”

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and every time it sounded, it was like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts.

They didn’t know what was going to happen…

What on earth are those evil spirits trying to do?

"Uu——"

In front of them, Shu Yichao stopped and dismounted.

Then Shu Yichao looked at Zeng Lu.

"Yellow exclamation point?"

“…” Zeng Lu’s son grabbed Zeng Lu’s arm. He was very nervous.

However, Zeng Lu's eyes were already blurry at this moment.

"Dad!" Suddenly, amid his son's scream, Zeng Lu pushed his son away and staggered to Shu Yichao.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

General Zeng, what are you doing?

They wailed silently.

The handsome boy opposite looks like a decent person.

But if he can hang out with a bunch of evil spirits, he must be a dead man.

General Zeng, you must not provoke him.

However, in the worried eyes of everyone.

Zeng Lu did not, as they imagined, be grabbed by Shu Yichao by the neck and bitten to suck his blood, or have his soul sucked out by the top of his head.

I saw...

He grabbed Shu Yichao's sleeve and gently stroked it as if he had seen some rare treasure.

Then he sobbed softly.

"I didn't expect to see my Han clothes again today."

Finished.

I couldn't cry.

Hearing this, several elderly people who were close to him couldn't help but burst into tears.

Under the brutal rule of the Tumu people, they certainly could not keep their original clothes and hair, and were forced to shave their heads and change their clothes according to the customs of the Tumu people.

Seeing the clothes of my homeland again today, I can’t help but feel sad and full of emotion.

“…” Shu Yichao also fell silent.

"...A true man, upon suffering such a great humiliation, should draw his sword, let blood splatter five paces away, and avenge his humiliation with the heads of the barbarians!"

At this time, a low voice came from the Anxi Ghost Riders.

"You're such a coward with a hoarse voice, crying like that, how can you be so disrespectful?"

“…” Zeng Lu was stunned.

It’s not because of being scolded—

But this way of cursing... is so familiar.

When he was a child, there were seven brothers and sisters in his family. One time, they fought over mutton.

He was the fastest and grabbed the biggest piece and stuffed it into his mouth, but he ended up choking on himself and almost died.

From then on, his father liked to use the term "coward with a meat-card voice" when scolding him...

Could it be that?

"Daddy?"

Zeng Lu turned his head away blankly.

He directed his gaze in the direction of the sound.

There, a white-haired ghost rider seemed to be glaring at him.

However, in reality, the White-haired Ghost Rider's hands were shaking.

"Is it really you, Father!?" Zeng Lu burst into tears and rushed over, grabbing the white-haired ghost rider's hand and refusing to let go.

“Woo, woo—”

"Child, child..."

He spoke incoherently.

"These past few years have been so hard."

"..." Looking at Zeng Lu who was crying breathlessly beside him, the white-haired ghost rider hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out his hand and touched Zeng Lu's head.

"It's been hard work these years."

After Zeng Lu burst into tears, he seemed to remember something and hurriedly pulled a few young people over.

"Dad, look, this is your grandson, this is your grandson-in-law..."

"Erlang, Silang, this is your grandfather."

"This is……"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but shouting loudly.

"Fellow villagers, don't be afraid."

"They are not evil spirits!"

"It's the souls of our ancestors!"

"The spirits of the past couldn't bear to see us suffer, so they came to see us in the human world!!"

Zeng Lu became more and more excited as he spoke, and continued to cry uncontrollably.

Soon, others recognized him as well.

After all, the Anxi Army was stationed here for such a long time.

In Shule City, they have relatives, friends, and descendants. Even though they have been slaughtered over and over again by the Tumo people, they still have Tang bloodline.

This is more than just the homeland of the Tang Dynasty.

This is their hometown!

"Are you Grandpa?"

"Third Grandpa, it can't be you!"

"Captain Wei? It's me. Do you remember me?"

"Big Stone Head? Hahaha!! You didn't expect an old man like me to still be alive!"

Then, in a mixture of surprise and joy, the city of Shule was filled with deafening cries.

People came out of the rooms, laughing, crying, crowding and hugging each other.

Fellow compatriots——

Welcome home.

Chapter 146 - Gatling Bodhisattva

"Hey, the production team is really awesome!"

On the city wall, Shu Yichao sniffed.