Two stupid postmodern life

Winter of Wuzhi 334

The war smoke billows, the broken walls and ruins, on the barren gravel, dotted with, what is it?

Red is blood, torso.

The white ones are brain pulp and internal organs.

What is the black one?Oh, it's dried, old blood.

Why am I walking here again, Xuan Ye asked himself.

He couldn't continue walking any longer, he didn't want to see what was behind.

However, the footsteps were disobedient, as if responding to the call of a demon, step by step, walking forward slowly and firmly.

No, please, I don't want to see death anymore, I don't want to see dead bodies anymore.

Because a few hours ago, they were still alive in front of me.

……

Captain Wu was sweating all the time. In order to stabilize his mood, he began to write a letter to his family. The pen didn't move, but people kept nagging, saying that it was almost Chinese New Year, and the younger siblings at home were still waiting for him to go back and hunt together. The younger sister said they wanted to Eat roasted rabbit.

Although Secretary Wang didn't use real knives and guns to go into battle, he still drank water all the time. Although the water didn't stop, his lips were still dry and peeling. Captain Wu looked upset and tore off a piece of dry skin that was about to fall off. Secretary Wang bared his teeth in pain: "Why, why do you owe me so much, write your family letter, Gua Wazi can't even read a word, and still write a family letter?"

Chef Li didn't talk much, and he didn't drink any water. He just held the boning knife and kept grinding it, 'chachachacha', making people upset.

Xuan Ye sat at the door of the tent, watching the distant smoke of war, the farce nearby, the sentinels ahead, and the blue sky, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

Soon, the war will start again. I don't know if these people can be brought back alive.

Regardless of Xuan Ye's slender figure, he is the out-and-out God of War of the Xuanji Dynasty.

He joined the army at the age of 13 and fought no less than a hundred battles, large and small. He took the lead every time and rushed out with the idea of ​​shrouding his body in horse leather, but every time he came back, the people around him were bloody on the battlefield.

After this fight, there should be no need to go to the battlefield again.Xuan Ye cheered himself up, because this is the last battle.

……

The melee between Xuanji, Caifa and Semuren will come to an end in this battle, no matter who wins, from now on, the divisions of the mainland will be re-divided.

According to the agreement, today, Xuanji's main force will detour around Caifa's rear and launch an attack, and the more than a hundred people led by Xuan Ye are just a decoy force to attract the enemy's main force.

They have been confronting Caifa's main force in Xiankong City for more than ten days.

For more than ten days, they took advantage of Xian Kong's low and strong city walls to repel the enemy's attacks time and time again, slowing down their progress.

As long as Caifa doesn't join Semuren, Xuanji still has a chance to fight to the death.As long as this battle is won, Xuanji can get a bigger territory.

As long as there is land, there will be food, and with food, people will be able to eat enough, and only when they are full can everyone be safe and happy.

It is because of this that these soldiers are still able to hold their positions in the face of desperation.

……

Xuanji worshiped Buddhism, and the previous generations of monarchs learned nothing else, but learned the Buddha-nature of indifference to the world, thinking that as long as people do not offend me, I will not offend others.

Caifa and Semu don't think so. Caifa faces the sea and Semu relies on sand. The limitation of living space requires them to need more land if they want to develop. However, the Wu people's territory is in the outermost virgin forest area, where they live all year round. The miasma is lingering, they can't get involved, they can only target Xuanji.

After fighting several battles, Xuanji retreated steadily. The land was lost again and again. If there is no resistance, only the limited grain produced by the land will be in short supply.

Xuanji mourned in the country. Every day, a large number of people died of starvation. As a last resort, the lord of the country finally ordered to respond to the enemy with all his strength. Xuan Ye joined the army at that time.

It has been 11 years since he joined the army at thirteen years, from an unknown little soldier to a god of killing who is now fighting on the battlefield.

It's finally coming to an end!

very nice! ! !

Now, just hold on, hold on.

As long as the main force succeeds in outflanking, they will send out signal flares, and only then will they have a chance to survive.

The signal flare that Xuan Ye thought he would be able to wait for soon did not arrive in the end.

He thought the plan had failed, and he was anxious all day long.

One day, two days, three days, food became less and less, and morale became lower and lower. If they did not break through, hundreds of them would starve to death in Xiankong City.

Finally on the fourth day, Xuan Ye figured it out. Their decoy army had become abandoned pawns. No matter whether the main force succeeded or not, no one would come to rescue them.

Rescuing these hundreds of people, even if it is in our favor, will cost hundreds of people, basically a life for a life.

It is not cost-effective to exchange hundreds of freshmen for them.

If you don't change, at least there will be no new losses except for Xuan Ye's army.

I believe that those who have long brains and can settle accounts will choose the former.

After Xuan Ye figured it out, to be honest, he didn't hate the decision maker.

If it was him, he would have made the same decision.

But since then, he has deeply hated fighting.

Because, for decision makers, whether to send reinforcements to rescue them is just an ordinary addition and subtraction.

But what about those who are waiting for rescue?

Captain Wu, Secretary Wang, Chef Li, and Xuan Ye, are they all just the number '1'?

In the end, Xuan Ye told everyone that no one will come to save them, and those who want to survive should follow him out, perhaps, there is still a chance of life.

Facing familiar faces, Xuan Ye swore secretly that even if he lacked arms and legs, even if he stabbed himself with a sharp knife, he would bring these companions back.

In the end, Captain Wu stood in front of him and was shot dead. Warm blood splashed all over his face.

Secretary Wang was pierced through the chest by the enemy, less than five meters away from him.

Chef Li wields a boning knife and dies with his enemies.

Only he, Xuan Ye, obviously didn't want to live anymore, and obviously wanted to advance and retreat with his comrades, but his body seemed to have taken the initiative by himself, waving, stabbing, clamoring, and going crazy.

……

When he came back to his senses, he was already walking on the battlefield at night.

The enemy was nowhere to be seen, only some limbs and arms, and former comrades in arms.

I'm going there, grooming them, collecting the bodies, and I'm going to... take them home.

After collecting the corpses of his subordinates and incinerating them into ashes, Xuanye took them back to Xuanji.

At that time, the war was over.

When the king saw Xuan Ye, he wept loudly, telling all the difficulties of not rescuing them. Xuan Ye looked at his old father, what else could he say except a sigh?

Father is nothing more than a kind, cowardly old man.

After this battle, all of Xuanji's territory was recaptured. From then on, with the Qi River as the boundary, Caifa, Semu and Xuanji's well water did not interfere with the river.

When discussing rewards for meritorious deeds, the king looked at Xuan Ye and said, "Son, you have suffered, and what you want is the position of king, and my father will allow you."

Xuan Ye shook his head: "If father really loves the child, give me the title of Shi Ke north of the Qi River. I will guard the border for father and defend the homeland."

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In the middle of the night, Xuan Ye suffered from insomnia again. Five years later, he still couldn't forget the last battle and the guilty look in his father's eyes when he parted.

He took out the cloth bag next to the pillow, groped for a long time, and took out the last bear biscuit. Xuan Ye imitated the green bamboo, and held it in his mouth until it melted slowly.

The aroma of wheat, frankincense, and fruit is mixed with a slight burnt aroma, spreading on the tip of the tongue.Xuan Ye's mind relaxed, and his thoughts gradually became blurred. The last thought in his mind was: "When will this part-time pastry chef be able to start work? The waiting time is a bit long."