The mountains outside the body are still there, but the mountains in the heart have fallen.

In this way, a massacre was avoided!

There was a man named Zhang Tai in the army who was from Fengxian County, Qi State, and had nothing to do with the "Zhang" who was once prominent.

Maybe there was some blood connection hundreds of years ago?

Who knows!

Anyway, the Fengxian Zhang family is gone.

After the original incident at the Crying Temple, the Ministry of Rites had officially announced that Jiu Hui Hou would be extinct.

The generation of famous families who accompanied Emperor Wu to establish the military honors of restoring the country and shared the glory with the Qi Dynasty disappeared. There is only a history book for future generations to pay tribute to.

Apart from the Jiuhui Hou family, there are no other prominent families in Fengxian County.

Zhang Tai's own family background is very average, that is, he can eat three meals a day and will not starve to death in Qi. As long as people are not lazy and have sound limbs, they will not be without food.

He joined the army at the age of sixteen. Because he was hard-working and daring to fight, although he was not very physically fit, he gradually became a qualified soldier. He served as a soldier in Fengxian County and defended Sangzi.

In the military selection five years ago, he failed to be selected as the ninth pawn, but because of his hard work on the field, he was promoted to team leader after returning. He was in charge of hundreds of people, and his life was enjoyable.

Last year, because his team achieved good results many times in joint military exercises between counties, he received a pulse-opening pill! At the end of last year, he successfully opened his pulse and became an extraordinary monk!

Life will never be the same again!

The doors of the Nine Soldiers of Daqi were opened for him. The Fengxian County Soldiers also offered him the position of Deputy Commander.

Originally he would not have hesitated.

After all, the Ninth Soldier was the place he longed for, the stage that every soldier of the Qi Dynasty yearned for. It was a brand new starting point, and it also represented an infinite future... But after so many years, he has an old father and a loving mother at home.

He is old and frail, and he is no longer the eighteen or nineteen-year-old self.

After much thought, he stayed in the county army. He was promoted to deputy capital commander, so he could take care of his old parents nearby. He also married a lovely wife a year ago, and his life was very comfortable.

His old Zhang family, who did not have any aristocratic blood, was considered to be well-known in the local area and lived a decent life.

This time the emperor launched a military expedition across the country, and he was the tenth member of the Fengxian County army to sign up.

Damn it, after getting the news, he went to sign up overnight, thinking he would be the first. The nine idiots in front of him actually rolled up their bedding and waited outside the door!

For an ordinary soldier in Qi State, what does war mean?

It means merit, it means official position, it means opportunity.

An opportunity to reach the sky in one step.

Not to mention, just how many people made extraordinary contributions to the victory of the previous Sun-Destroying War?

How many people jumped over the dragon gate?

He, Zhang Tai, and Vice-Capital, also want to obtain resources, soar into the sky, and try to experience the feeling of flying into the sky and escaping from the earth! How long will it take to accumulate merits through military exercises in peacetime?

What's more, his beloved wife is already overjoyed. Seeing that this battle is over, the child will be born. Doesn't he want to earn a pulse-opening pill for his unborn child? He will be immersed in mud and blood.

It took so much hard work to become extraordinary, and I spent so many years of youth in the army of the county soldiers that I felt intimidated when I saw the young faces in the army of nine soldiers.

Couldn't his future son or daughter be one step ahead?

Since the emperor came to the throne, the Qi State has won all the key wars, fought many battles along the way, and destroyed countless countries, only to achieve the foundation of being the hegemon of the Eastern Region.

Why are the people of Qi afraid of war?

Why is he not active?

Those non-military civilians who want to apply for the draft are unable to do so!

To be honest, he had never experienced the war thirty-two years ago. Moreover, Qi was the final winner and won the hegemony. He did not feel much about the so-called bloody feud with Xia.

The reason why he is happy to hear about the war is that the war can bring him real opportunities and tangible benefits. Now that he has died in the battle, a pulse-opening pill is indispensable for his family. A military attache like him,

If he is a hero, the county guard will come to visit him in person. He will benefit from fighting and die without worries.

The second is that as a Qi people, you have an innate sense of honor. Gu Yang has become the dust of history, and the towering tree of Qiangjing has long since begun to decay. As the youngest overlord in the world, it has to bear the weight of other overlords.

The pressure is on. Just like at the Yellow River, generations of Qi people fought to the death and finally won the title of leader. Qi people should conquer the world and not bow to anyone!

"Those who surrender will avoid death!"

Zhang Tai shouted like this, led his soldiers up the mountain, skillfully confiscated their weapons, drove the soldiers to one place, and concentrated them under guard.

Stepping among the rugged rocks, his eyes suddenly lit up.

In front of the sight, a young military attaché of the Xia Kingdom was lying on his back, his body falling on the rocks.

Judging from the lingering literary aura on his body, he should be a Confucian monk.

He probably died under the bombardment of the Autumn Killing Army Formation, and there was no penetrating injury caused by the Thorn Spear on his body. Thinking of the majesty of the Autumn Killing Army Formation, Zhang Tai couldn't help but feel a little envious.

But he immediately turned his attention to the corpse in front of him.

There was a piece of blood-soaked paper protruding from the cracked armor of this Xia military attache.

What is the practice of Xia Guojun? The secret technique of Confucianism?

No matter what, it is definitely a good thing. Even if it is not suitable for use, it can still be sold at a good price.

Zhang Tai was secretly happy.

The spoils of war must be handed over uniformly, and finally the generals above will uniformly calculate the merit and distribute them.

He didn't dare to keep it for himself. But as someone who picked it up with his own hands, he could also share some of the profit.

The advantage of picking it up for free!

He stepped forward, rushed to the dead military attache of Xia State, and carefully pulled out the piece of paper.

I opened it expectantly, and my face suddenly dropped.

This is not some secret magic, but a letter from home. The letter is short, but deeply creased. It must have been read many times.

"The text is my son.

The old man can still eat several cups, but the son should not think about it and kill the enemy!"

There are only two columns of characters, and they appear through the back of the paper.

Zhang Tai didn't have any unnecessary feelings, so he threw the letter away casually, then reached into the arms of the dead military attache of the Xia Kingdom and rummaged around for a while, but found nothing.

He closed his hand with some disappointment, got up and left.

But after walking a few steps, I somehow thought about it, turned around, and picked up the letter.

Of course he didn't mean there was any psychological burden.

The justice of a soldier is to kill the enemy and nothing else.

When the two countries are at war, it is not the turn of a grassroots military attache like him to talk about compassion. Everyone has a wife and children, and they all have their own trivial ideals and pursuits. They go to the battlefield and see life and death with swords and guns. No one needs to sympathize with anyone else.

He just saw another life in this letter.

As individuals, human beings are usually small. On the battlefield, they are often just numbers. But in every period of life, love and hate are so real...

My life, his life.
Chapter completed!