[Sword Three] No Regrets

Never arrange such a dangerous errand.Even if we grassroots have enough brains to make black technology, it is impossible to compete with those old foxes who have been immersed in the court for decades.

——If you go to the enemy's camp, even if you are determined, you will be forced to surrender your name again and again under the cruel countermeasures of the opponent, and you will irreparably hurt your allies again and again. If there are more, he will not be able to tell which side he is on.

... I know that your senior brother has not changed his original intentions, and I also know that he has made mistakes, handed in a certificate of merit, and owed a lot to his colleagues.

But he never owed me.

The materials sent to me on time have never been delayed. No matter how he provoked changes in the war situation in the past year, he has always protected the safety of this mountainous area and ensured that I have a stable experimental environment.

—Only I owe him. "

Zixia lowered her head, watching herself clutching Jiansui's pale fingertips tightly.

"It was during the experiment that I realized that I... could no longer use Zhenshanhe."

"I don't know why." He suddenly hugged the sword in his arms, and closed his eyes tightly in pain, "There is no problem with the formula, there is no problem with the cultivation base, and the mind is calm enough. The villagers... I have no regrets, no shadows."

"So...Miss Xiaoyu, I don't know why...I don't know what to do!"

He gets excited.

"...I can't protect this place like this, I can't protect those thousands of people...I can't protect you!

Back then, the people they saved by sacrificing themselves did not survive. I already owed a lot, and now the same tragedy is about to reappear here, all because of me...

I actually... broke!

What should I do, I'm sorry for you, but I don't know!I have no idea……! "

Zixia's voice stopped abruptly, only weak gasps remained, and then she seemed to lose all strength, and she straightened her head and fell towards the stone wall beside her.

...This time the reaction was normal.

Tang Xiaoyu sighed and reached out to catch him.

"Hey... Baby Zixia." She raised her fingertips to caress Zixia's hair, staring at the trembling eyelashes on his closed eyelids.

In fact, Tang Xiaoyu has never used this nickname after learning about it.

Because she deeply recognizes that Zixia is a conscientious and responsible man, although the title "Taoist" is a bit out of the ordinary, it is obviously more suitable for him.

But now, she knew why he was called "Baby".

Undertaking the job in the Wulin League, and being entrusted with the responsibility of "protecting refugees", I regard it as the most important thing, and execute it recklessly. If I do it well, I will be happy, but if I don't do it well, I will lose my soul.

——Be obedient, good boy.

Full of belief in the principle of "together of one heart and one mind, friendship of life and death", and regards a special person like Qianji who has deep thoughts as a close friend, unaware that he "out of righteousness" encourages him to stay here, in fact, he has taken a fancy to it With his black technology ability, he was used as a pawn and put into the layout - pushing into the fire pit.

Even if Qianji cruelly injured him with his own hands just because he was disappointed in him, he still felt that it was justified and did not offend him, and even thought that he owed him.

—Innocent, silly baby.

But on the other hand, when he chose his duty with his own hands and gave up his friend's life——

It also feels right, without offense.

Not even hesitate.

...the heart is calm.

Tang Xiaoyu didn't think Zixia's choice was wrong.

She is a descendant of the Tang clan who has been trained to carry out missions since she was a child. She understands what is an order and what is a duty better than anyone else.

——Knowing that everyone has only a very small body, once you are determined to give up your body for a certain ambition, there is no room for your friends to be stabbed in the ribs.

So if she is in that position, she will also choose to protect the villagers.

——It's just that before making a decision, she will inevitably hesitate, be shaken, and be extremely painful.

——Even if the opportunity was not delayed because of this struggle, no one could be saved, but he would definitely be traumatized afterwards and never heal for life.

But before and after the decision, Zixia didn't even have any emotional ups and downs.

From his narration, it can be heard that the only thing he owes to his friends is that he failed to inherit their aspirations and fulfill their responsibilities——

Rather than causing a friend to suffer itself.

Zixia really regarded her senior brother and sister as close friends, and Tang Xiaoyu could clearly see it from his eyes.

But now she finds that in his perception of "friendship"—

No feelings.

He is 17 years old, but his mind is still as clear, straightforward and simple as a newborn baby——

so much so that almost...

Ruthless and heartless.

The mind is so young that it doesn't even have human nature.

Terrible, "Baby".

So, is the oath he swore a month ago also such a ruthless but incomparably true "conscience and responsibility"?

Tang Xiaoyu recalled the night when he played against Ah Yue, that night when the thunder resounded through the winter.

Zixia is a Taoist priest, in fact, she can't just swear to the sky, but she has now realized that what he said that day was so bold and confident that it sounded like a confession at first glance——

In fact, it was only because he felt that he owed her sincerely.

He felt that as an innocent "citizen", she had already lost her sister and senior brother because of the war, but now she went to the dangerous situation in person, and she helped him manage the refugee village out of self-consciousness rather than assigned "duties"— —

It makes him feel guilty and owes a lot, so he has the responsibility to do everything he can to protect and take care of her.

It turned out that he said that he would take care of her wholeheartedly that day because of his responsibility.

He said that the entrustment of life and death is because of the same heart.

He gave her all his heart because what he owed was not clear.

That's it.

How could... like this.

Tang Xiaoyu felt that she was not in love with Zixia, but she really liked him.

But now comes the problem-

Baby Zixia is actually ruthless and unintentional, and has never developed the ability to "like".

— but he still has potential.

Because just after he chose to give up his friends, his martial arts linked to xinxing "broken".

As if replacing his unawakened consciousness to bear the hesitation, pain, and mental trauma that should have existed, Zhen Shanhe, which represents "guardian", has failed.

There must be some trick to this.

Maybe...don't beat him, just teach him to "like".

Then the broken part of his xinxing can be photographed back.

——Let him regain Zhenshanhe and become a normal, righteous and affectionate, truly mature "guardian".

——In the upcoming decisive battle, he truly saved thousands of fresh lives that belonged to his duty.

Tang Xiaoyu paused in consideration, and neatly swayed her small hands to wrap Zixia's hair from her fingertips, and nodded deeply.

Since Zixia said that she gave her heart, she is obliged to repair it.

"I said, baby Zixia." She patted him on the shoulder, awakening him from his trance.

"Your master loves you so much. Hearing that you are sick, even if you are tied up by your fellow disciples, he will also tie you home. Why are you so disobedient?

——Don’t tell me about your responsibilities. Your position is not that important. Others can do it without you. Don’t take yourself too seriously. "

She blinked and asked him that.

The author has something to say: 1. Because the last chapter is not the main storyline, the main storyline of this chapter will be updated together, enough for you~

2. God knows how I can talk so well, this paragraph is not over yet.

Originally, chapters 28,29, 30, and 15 were only intended to be written as one chapter, so I might be able to write [-] words.

Although I am having fun.

Hope you enjoy watching too.

3. I don’t know why I like the question of “save A or save B” so much orz

Is it because I like to read fate, so I like this kind of question, or because I like this kind of question, so I like to read fate?

Of course, the multiple-choice questions in this article are not about the majority, but about public and private questions.

4. Don't consider the position, only talk about the personality, the author believes that Qianji has a good side and a bad side.

He's neither a good guy nor a bad guy, even considering the standpoint.

I don't know if I can convey it to you.

5. The general undercover is decided at the very beginning, and it is done by people with awareness and professional skills.

Is there anyone who took advantage of the trend and surrendered halfway like in the article?

The author has almost never watched a spy movie, if there is any cheating, please remind me

6. In the next chapter, the woman will be a psychiatrist (Fog)

Don't worry, it won't teach Zixia to like the funny memes of the heroine herself (smirk)

☆、Chapter 30

"Yes, I know." Zixia calmly knew that she was "not important".

While opening his mouth to answer, he finally woke up from the pain and absent-mindedness gradually, and found that he almost fell into Tang Xiaoyu's arms, stretched out his hands in a hurry to break free, and sat up alone with a face of shame.

"I'm sorry, Miss Xiaoyu. I seem to..." He sighed, and looked down at the sword tassel tightly wrapped around his fingers, "As you can see, although I practiced Taoism since I was young, in terms of my tenacity, I am indeed Not as good as ordinary people.

When I was 15 years old, my master had a long talk with me, saying that I was born with a natural destiny, cut off from relatives, or difficult to understand the world, and also weak in nature, which cannot be reshaped. If I enter the world, I will be hurt by the world.

Therefore, he always hoped that I could be a hermit and never stay out of the monastery. Even if I wanted to join the war, I would just be a gunpowder in the sect.

——But after all, my ambition is not here. "

After Tang Xiaoyu listened, she nodded to Zixia wordlessly, but slightly frowned.

... From this point of view, there is nothing wrong with his master's education method.

Caring is meticulous, and the education is also generous.Even, if he insists on going his own way, he will give him enough freedom.

There is no such thing as a doting that can make a person inhuman, regardless of right and wrong.

Tang Xiaoyu silently ruled out a possible entry point, pondered for a moment, then reached out and tugged at Zixia's long sleeve, "Master Daoist, you just said that your ambition is not here, so where is your ambition?"

"I want to go out for a walk." Without hesitation, Zixia replied calmly.

He raised his head and solemnly met Tang Xiaoyu's eyes that widened suddenly.

"Life is in the world, and the world is full of thousands of things. I should always go and see it myself and think about it. In this way, even if the dust ends up in the future, it won't be considered as a waste of time."

……puff.

Isn't this what is commonly known as a curious baby?

——What kind of ambition is this?

Looking at the serious eyes of the other party, Tang Xiaoyu almost couldn't control his expression, so he could only try his best to hold back a smile and lower his head.

She thought that Zixia would talk about "every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world", or "immortal life is precious, and people are immeasurable". The reason is to have an exaggerated but sincere middle school dream.

However, it does not.

He doesn't have a second term.

Although well-educated and rich in experience, he also possesses excellent virtues and talents.

But what is called "aspiration" in his heart has always just wanted to take a look at the world.

That's it.

With just such a simple thought, he was able to personally go through dangerous situations, devote himself to his life, shoulder the arduous but insignificant responsibilities for several years, and never waver in achieving the steadfastness that many big men with "aspirations for thousands of miles" failed to achieve. and earnestly.

What an amazing power this is.

—and what an obvious flaw.

Because, he never thought that he would do more—he was still qualified, and he should expect more.

A child who enjoys all kinds of favors and grows up in adversity full of goodwill has never thought about his own value—never liked himself.

Thinking of this, Tang Xiaoyu smiled even more happily.

- The problem seems promising.

"...Miss Xiaoyu, what do you think?"

Seeing that Tang Xiaoyu didn't answer for a long time, and just lowered her head to play with his long sleeves repeatedly, Zixia added something in surprise.

"Oh, you asked me." Tang Xiaoyu finally chuckled softly, even the peacock feathers beside her temples were shaking slightly.

"My opinion is very simple. I think you are so cute, baby Zixia."

She laughed wildly, but she never raised her head. She just continued to wrap the sleeves of Zixia's Taoist robe layer by layer along his wrists, making it into a tight-sleeved dress, and then took off the top of her own clothes. A rope streamer, and a low-key, luxurious and connotative decorative fixed knot commonly used in Tangmen uniforms was tied on his cuffs.

"Come on, baby, look up, sit up straight, and look serious—well, don't be nervous, you can continue to pinch the sword tassel if you like—I just want to learn how to read faces." She held Zixia's hand Make a good shape for him with your wrist, then lean forward and look at him carefully with a serious face.

A month ago, on the night they met for the first time, she saw him on the cliff like this.

Delicate, beautiful, pure, and a little melancholic.

——But there is no such thing as ethereal, peaceful and detached.

It's just that he naturally has a cold and sharp temperament, like a sharp edge in the dark night.

She even couldn't help but imagine that compared to the toga with long sleeves and fluttering white clothes, he was clearly more suitable for the neat and solemn dark colors of the Tangmen uniform.

Tang Xiaoyu doesn't know how to tell fortunes, but she still deeply believes that she is born from her heart.

So that day a month ago, she felt very surprised. Obviously Zixia had a fragile young heart, and her personality was not very strong. Why did she have such a cold and hard face.

But she understood now—that's because he was really cruel.

Even his profound master asserted that "no matter how difficult it is to reshape", his true nature is cold.

——Thinking about it, Zixia's own parents could cruelly throw him naked into the ice and snow.

It would be abnormal if he didn't inherit this trait.

...but even so, she still finds him cute.

Still like him so much.

Even with the deepening of the relationship, she discovered the terrifying dark side of his character, this free and strong, irrational idea did not retreat in any way.

Her recognition and admiration for him did all come from being of the same mind and like-mindedness, but now she found that the power called "like" had gradually departed from this starting point.

No matter what he does, trust him, whether he is a hero or dust, believe in his ability, whether he is good or evil, whether he has feelings for her, she hopes to do everything possible to treat him well——

That is the same true emotion as a human being instinctively and desperately wanting to be kind to himself.

Therefore, it is difficult to teach a person to "like" others, but the starting point of all relationships starts with learning to like oneself.

No matter how cruel nature is, it is impossible for a person to be without self——

He just learned to be selfless prematurely under a good tutor, which led to his lack of self-awakening.

——There is a solution.

Tang Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows and smiled, and gently squeezed Zixia's wrist, "Baby, actually you said earlier that you can't control mountains and rivers, I really have an urge to beat you hard like my senior brother, hit you Until you will."

She raised her fingertips and played with the Tangmen-style flower knot that she tied on him just now, "But, I can't do it."

"because I like you."

She stared at the other party's pupils that suddenly narrowed, "So, no matter what you did wrong, no matter whether you let me down or not, I will never hurt you.

— just like I would never hurt myself.

But now I find that you don't like yourself at all, you don't care about suffering, and you just deserve it when you are mistreated by others. This makes me very embarrassed.

I've always wanted to be in a good mood at all times, so I don't want to make things difficult—so didn't you say you owe me, and I'll teach you how to pay it back.

From now on, you must eat when you are hungry, rest when you are tired, and simply take a holiday when you are sick. You have the right to be arrogant when you are in a bad mood, and you have the right to be arrogant even if you do something wrong.Don't think that you owe someone if you don't know how to control mountains and rivers, you only owe yourself.Doesn't it mean to protect?One day you learn to love yourself and pay back everything you owe, you will be able to... Hey!Are you listening? ……What are you doing?Don't think wrong, I didn't mean that just now..."

Feeling the softness and warmth of Zixia's fingertips touching the back of her hand through the glove, Tang Xiaoyu was startled. The honor experience of teaching others for the first time in her life came to an abrupt end in embarrassment blushing.

She leaned over to look at Zixia as if deliberately avoiding her sight, awkwardly looking at the distant silhouette, but couldn't see his expression clearly.

Only the light of Huozhezi flickered in the dim cave, and a blurred crimson color flickered beside his cheeks.

"Miss Xiaoyu, I understand."

Zixia stared at the fire and made a sound.

Perhaps it was the jumping flames that disturbed the air, but even though his back was almost facing her, his voice seemed to be ringing in her ears, strangely clear and lingering.

"Because I like you too."

He firmly grasped the hand that the girl was grasping at his wrist.Because through his long sleeves and her gloves, in her perception, this not a small movement was almost as gentle as a lover's caress.

"Miss Xiaoyu, no matter what we do, no matter what situation we face in the future, I will never let you suffer any harm.

——It has nothing to do with responsibility, not for debt repayment, but for my wish, just for you alone. "

He held Tang Xiaoyu's hand and let go of his sleeve, then led her to stand up from the ground.

"...So, don't worry. It's getting late, let's go back." Zixia frowned as if she was thinking, and said softly, but she didn't look back. She just glanced at the direction of the stone tablet on the ground for the last time, and tugged behind her. Dumbfounded for a moment, her young mind was filled with pink, and then Tang Xiaoyu, who was in black and white, left the cave.

***

When the two returned to the refugee village on the machine wing, the red flames on the ground were shining brightly.

"Daoist Zixia, Miss Tang, you are back!" Before the two of them expressed their shock, the militiamen waved their torches and greeted first, "We have roughly checked the nearby buildings according to your wishes this afternoon In the mountains, the only geologically stable area that can be used for gunpowder experiments is the village itself, except for the part of the outer mountains that is close to the enemy——we are making room for you, and it will be ready soon!"

The wind at night was fierce, and the star-point flames that ignited the outer thatched huts were quickly inflamed and spread. The moment Tang Xiaoyu landed on the ground and put away the wings of the mechanism, the entire village was on fire.

Many villagers stood on the periphery of the fire, silently watching the shelter that had sheltered them for hundreds of days, and the only "homeland" amidst the chaos of war was gradually reduced to ashes.

Everyone stood motionless and stood silently, as if they were holding a holy sacrifice.

Only a few pairs of hands holding the torches trembled slightly, and the extraordinarily jumping flames reflected in the eyes of the villagers beside them, refracting an extraordinarily bright and clear light that seemed to have the color of water.

And more people were busy packing all kinds of hoes and hammers, pots and pans in the open space outside the village, so that Zixia, Tang Xiaoyu and others could choose the tools that were known to be handy when doing experiments.Even the ashes from the burning of their own huts floated past their eyes and onto their headscarves, but they just waved them away with their sweat, without even taking their eyes off their work.

The sky is full of sparks, and the night recedes.

Fight to the last stand and sink the boat.

***

In the middle of the night, after half-forcing Zixia, who was still seriously injured, to go to rest early, Tang Xiaoyu finally packed up the experimental site for him, and returned to his own temporary residence on a stone platform after the refugee village burned down. inside the tent.

"So... When was Baby Zixia... Does he really understand what he's talking about...?" The girl stared at her sleeve, which was missing a streamer, and blushed silently recalling Zixia's life in the evening. Unexpected answer.

However, thinking of his subconsciously avoiding his eyes when he replied, and the last sentence "Don't worry"-as if she was afraid that she would have a grudge after hearing his past of abandoning his friends for the sake of duty, and Tang Xiaoyu deliberately added his statement. It was impossible to determine his true meaning for a while.

"Forget it, let's teach this matter slowly, it will take ten days." She shook her head and shook off this temporarily unsolvable question, and instead took out the thousand machine that Zixia handed over to her, marking it as It is the third wax pill of the Tangmen secret document.

The author has something to say: 1. Update in the middle of the night, really fresh out of the oven, naked update, sorry for not updating last week, this chapter counts as last week, next chapter will see you around this weekend

2. In fact, the author likes dark colors & ice face... ==

3. In fact, the behavior of going out to die because "I want to see the world" is also a second-degree behavior. It is essentially the same as "I can save the world" so going out to die—it’s all tricks anyway. ==

4. Don't forget Tang Aoxia~

☆、Chapter 31

Inside the wax pellets were a note folded with machine techniques, two scrolls, and several long letters.

Tang Xiaoyu opened the note, and read the familiar handwriting of senior brother Shang Qianji word by word.

...It turned out that even if the sect master issued a death order prohibiting participation in the war, the Tang sect never really withdrew from the battlefield for a moment.

Spy on the enemy's movement along the mission route of your sect, wipe out a few teams of the enemy when passing by the enemy's camp, secretly rescue your comrades when they are surrounded by the enemy, or even just give the refugees a little dry food that you have saved on weekdays , a few bottles of wound medicine...

——Although he has canceled his name in the Wulin League and was asked not to go out unless assigned, the disciples of the Tang Sect took advantage of the opportunity of leaving home to do sect tasks, and used various methods to continue their original ambitions.

Even if he was punished for delaying the mission, paid for the lack of materials, or even accidentally provoked a large number of enemy troops, almost exposing his identity and confessing his life, no one stopped or quit.

——Under the "Reporting the Truth about Lost Work" written by Qian Ji, there are nearly a thousand signatures in different fonts.

From the servants of the outer sect to the elites, from the youngsters who have never reached the crown ceremony to the veterans of their parents' generation, each one is written with a special pen as thin as a needle point. Even with Tang Xiaoyu's eyesight, you have to get close to see the names clearly. It is densely packed, covering almost every blank space on the edge of the small note, almost covering up the last sentence written by Qian Ji, "I am willing to plead guilty and receive punishment, but I will not regret this ambition".

Although some people who can't write teeny lowercase have blurred their names——

But no one's handwriting trembled.

It seems that they are not signing a confession letter that will incur heavy punishment, but are facing a certain credit book, full of pride, and record their own share stroke by stroke, horizontally and vertically, little glory.

Tang Xiaoyu turned the note to the back and read the second half of the "Confession Form".

A few weeks after issuing the ban, the sect master of the Tang Sect started a large-scale arms business. As a disciple directly under the sect master, Qianji finally had the opportunity to set up a fixed contact point on the battlefield, and scattered the fellow sects who participated in the war secretly. Organized, continued contact with the top management of the Wulin League, resumed the unified arrangement and layout of the field missions, and officially returned to the Jianghu people's anti-enemy front.

Only this time, these knights who have returned to the dangerous situation have no chance to write their names in any "credit book".

The outer sect disciples no longer participated in the confrontation due to their weak strength. They were not registered in the list of the Wulin League, and the tasks they received were indeed very simple - as long as they practiced their lying and acting skills, they would help other fellow sects to cover up when the teacher asked. The fact of secretly participating in the war will suffice.

Inner sect disciples are also no longer counted in the Wulin League. They are responsible for the intelligence and logistics work of the Tang Sect all over the country, and they are suitable for using means to wipe out the excess expenses caused by the same sect's participation in the war.

As the backbone of the family, the direct descendants of the elite continue to meet the enemy directly, using the advantages of Tangmen martial arts in investigation and assassination to serve as secret agents, assassins, and even undercover agents, and take on other comrades in the world with their unique skills, even the military. Completed, the most secretive and dangerous mission.

——However, although they are registered in the Wulin League, they still do not have their own names.

Because they all used the mission of the sect as an excuse to conceal their family's secret operations. In case their whereabouts were exposed and they went home, the real-name registration would make it easy for the sect master to track down the individual. They only reported the title of the direct line of their master. Different code names were used to distinguish the same sect, and the disciples under the same title all called themselves by the title of the sect to the outside world, and did not mention their real names.

——Even so, no matter how dedicated they are, no matter how hard they are, no matter what feats they have made, what kind of feats they have accomplished, there will never be the origins of these unknown people in the credit books in the future.

Perhaps future generations will know that in a certain great action that established the victory of the war, there was a Tang Sect who made outstanding contributions.

But no one can know the name of the hero who risked his life to succeed, and what kind of person he is.

And in order to avoid the exposure of this wide-ranging action involving many people, even if it has been covered up so much that the individual's identity cannot be identified, only the top management of the Wulin League and a very small number of other sects' up and down lines know about it.

In the eyes of the public, Tangmen is still the "bad guy" who abandoned his comrades and passively avoided the war alone, and even secretly made a fortune from the war. Contra angle.

Even the intelligence department, which is the backbone of the Wulin League, did not know the truth. They cut off all communication with the Anbu of Tangjiabao, and did not provide information on the battlefield, which directly led to an error in the map used by the Tangmen——

As a result, many disciples who went out to perform missions strayed into the traps arranged by other sects like Tang Xiaoyu a month ago, and even faced life-threatening——

And no one knew how many unnamed disciples of the Tang Sect actually made such difficult contributions in secret during the deployment of the battlefield that caused the wrong map.

Reading the statement written by Qianji in a few words, thinking back to the day when he first came to Taiyuan a month ago, and the shocking moment he experienced on this mountain, Tang Xiaoyu silently clenched his fingertips.After calming down for a moment, she continued to follow the content of the note, and slowly opened the scroll engraved with the confidential official seal of the Wulin League.

It was a small list of place names, positions, code names and titles.

"Qianji" codenamed "No Regret" as an undercover agent in Taiyuan, "Qianji" codenamed "Ren Xia" as an assassin in Luoyang, "Chuan Yang" codenamed "Yongan" as an undercover agent in Chang'an, secretly following Tiance An operation of the army, "Chuan Yang" code-named "Danxin"...

Under each title, there is no date of birth, no family history, only lines of small characters, which succinctly record the tasks they have undertaken.

Some have killed dozens of generals, some have been trusted repeatedly, some have turned against the enemy generals, and some even participated in planning the battle...

However, there were also people who sacrificed their lives in other places, and left a last cold ink mark representing "death in battle" under the long string of "mission successful" scarlet letters.

The list is very short, less than a hundred people, but the number of direct disciples who are the most elite of the Tang Sect is very small——

The number on the list is actually all the direct descendants who were able to go out to do missions, have reached the age of eighteen and have no family, all participated.

Giving up the superior life, leaving the support of the family, enduring the misunderstanding of the world, hiding behind the dangerous and dark enemy, even the robes do not know their existence——

But he still has to wholeheartedly practice the word of a chivalrous man who was taught since childhood.

On the file that should have signed their names, they wrote down the titles representing the sect's direct line over and over again.

——Silently engraved over and over again, the undying faith and glory of being the Tang Sect.

Even if some people pay, it is likely that even the family will never know.

——Qianji wrote in the note that although he, as the leader of this small "underground party", kept a comparison table of all the participants' real names and code names, he was accidentally cleaned up by the Spike Army because of the place where the documents were buried , he didn't have time to transfer it, so he could only burn it directly.He later rewrote everyone's names from memory, but could no longer match everyone with their code names.

——So, if we die, there will be no memory of what we have done.

At the end of the second scroll, that is, the rewritten name list, Qianji wrote down such a postscript.

Tang Xiaoyu re-rolled the two paper rolls carefully, and opened the largest long letters among the stack of papers.

It was written by several direct disciples, some sent to the master, and some to the parents, with some cute little flower and animal stickers pasted on the seal, it seems that it is a secret code that only they can understand.On the envelope written by Qianji himself, signed "disciple Tang Wuyu", and addressed to the sect master, a small note was also pasted:

"Please Chuan Yang, please send all the items in this pill to your master, thank you for your hard work!"

At the end of the sentence is a cute smiley face.

Unlike the "Miss Lady" Tang Xiaoling, the "Cool Young Hero" Tang Wuyu can't draw delicate portraits at all, but his funny and simple strokes can be called Tang Jiabao's masterpiece.

——So he also drew many cartoons of this kind in the letter he wrote to his master.Even through the envelope, Tang Xiaoyu could clearly see the majestic and lovely curved strokes coming out of the paper.

——In the painting is a weeping little figure, stretching out his hand towards the front.

The girl looked at it for a moment, then turned the envelope, gently peeled off the cute note and hid it in the skirt of her clothes, and wiped the corners of her eyes repeatedly with a smile.

She thought that these senior brothers and sisters who had grown up long ago were stable adults, but she didn't expect them to be so childish.

First, they participated in the war collectively incognito, just like passing around comic books collectively in childhood class, playing the little trick of "the law does not blame the public".

When the underground work gained a firm foothold, he started playing "cutting first and playing later", waving two "top-secret lists" and "solemnly declared" to the adults: "Whether you agree or not, I will become a hero!" I've been doing it quietly for a long time! Look how amazing I am!"

And those coquettish and cute long letters are actually these young princes and ladies who are still young after all. Be brave--

Finally, he turned to his most trusted family, his eternal strong backing, and sent out a distress signal full of anxiety and fear.

"If we die, there will be no memory of what we have done."

The tearful little figure in the painting is stretching out his hand towards the letter reader.

——So, come and save us!

Come help us fight together!

...don't let us die!

Tang Xiaoyu refolded all the documents, took a pen and wrote a long letter to Master and attached it, took out the mechanism bird that Master gave her for emergency contact, put these things in, Sent into the sky from the door of the tent.

Her master is an old-fashioned and warm-hearted person, who has always opposed the practice of the sect master passively avoiding wars and secretly making money from wars. Before she left home to do missions, she had negotiated with the sect master many times, and gradually gained the support of other elders.

To change the decision of the sect master, perhaps the most urgent cry and cry for help from these children who are on the front line are really only owed——

There is also the purest and most tenacious true love called the heart of a child.

The bird, the communication mechanism that master gave to him, is used for emergency, and the speed is extremely fast. It only takes two days to fly from Taiyuan to Tangmen.

——It also means that there are still eight days before the final decisive battle here for the mecha forces from the hometown to come to help.

If they were really going to leave quickly after receiving the letter, the time would be just in time.

Here, with 12 mobs resisting [-] elite soldiers, it is almost inevitable that there will be no survivors, and the entire Taiyuan area is stalemate, and the situation where it is difficult to tell the outcome may be reversed.

... everything is full of hope.

Waiting for the figure of the machine bird to disappear completely in the night sky, Tang Xiaoyu returned to her bed in the tent and fell asleep safely.

The author has something to say: 1. Tang Aotian resolutely took almost all the blame... ==

2. This chapter is too long. I didn't intend to make an independent chapter. I will post it fresh and hot first.