That little puppy sat upright.
As if it were his comrade.
Zhou Laosan reached out his finger and gently scratched the little dog’s chin, saying:
"Co, let’s go ho!"
He staggered away, Saatanati watched his back, the man beside him had a face full of guilt, likely to wake suddenly on many nights, giving himself a slap.
"Zhou Yong, three years of Tianhe, courageous soldier under the Vice General of Gui Character Camp Charging Army."
"Having experienced several battles, first against Tuyuhun, then fighting Dangxiang, finally turning to battle south and north, confronting the Turkic heavy armored Iron Futu outside Zhenbei City, comrades above and below all perished, when Prince Qin Your Majesty arrived at Zhenbei City, he shouted the camp’s na from years before, fighting the Turkic cavalry desperately."
"The Central Plains Hundred Battle Blade, so worn it rolled its edge, wounded and fainted from excessive blood loss, collapsed among a pile of bodies, brought back."
"He was the last one of those who entered the military camp together that year."
Xue Changqing’s words fell silent.
Saatanati watched the silhouettes of the old soldier and the little dog gradually fade into the sunset, saying: "Captain Xue, do you think if there are no more great wars afterwards, would you regret?"
"What do you think is the purpose of war?"
Xue Changqing watched the historian girl holding a history book in the sunset, not knowing how to answer, Saatanati said: "I think if it were Prince Qin Your Majesty, or Tian Ge’er, they would certainly answer that the purpose of war is so that there would be no need for war again."
"It’s for peace."
"It’s for everyone to be like Zhou Yong, at least to pass by the path holding a little dog in this winter sunset, buying a stead bun at a stall, having a bowl of steaming hot soup, and greet soone unknown beside."
Smiling, saying, oh, it’s really cold today."
"The taste of this soup is nice, though it would be better with so at, after filling oneself, holding the little dog, leisurely returning to one’s ho, quietly watching the sunset, sleep well, and have a good dream."
"Isn’t it?"
Under Saatanati’s description, the days of peace gradually beca clear, Xue Changqing slowly understood, this historian supposedly grew up in a relatively dire place with severe conflict and war.
Xue Changqing slowly began to understand the girl, feeling that having the sa knowledge as her is truly not sothing a manly man ought to do, moreover, this girl seed rather well-versed in ancient and modern tis, and knowledgeable about various intelligence.
Capable, very impressive.
"So, Captain Xue, if there is no battlefield for you to achieve illustrious deeds in the future, would you regret?"
Saatanati suddenly asked, Xue Changqing froze, not knowing what to answer, the Western Regions girl’s eyes were as deep black as the most beautiful black gemstone, she smiled faintly: "Indeed, you’re still a child."
The Jiangnan youth’s face flushed.
"You!!!"
Nothing is more intoxicating than the spring breeze in Jiangnan, nor is there anything more difficult to express than the redness on the face of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old youth.
General Xue looked down from the high floor of the tavern, watching this scene.
He curled his lips: "Young people, humph."
"Is such an unskilled fellow truly my blood descendant?"
"Or perhaps, is he my elder brother’s blood descendant?! How is he so wooden-headed, if it were , surely I could be exceptional."
"Just need a slight move to attract that girl’s attention."
The Mo School Elder Guan Shier rolled his eyes wildly, saying:
"Yes, yes, you’re formidable, you’re formidable, if it were you, what would you do?"
General Xue said calmly: "Go and snatch her history book, then run ahead, running neither fast nor slow, just rightly ahead, seemingly catchable, yet seemingly taking great effort."
Guan Shier was dumbfounded.
The Mo School Elder said impolitely: "Then you kid are truly despicable!"
General Xue said proudly: "But I also have my Shaking Light."
The Mo School Elder rolled his eyes frantically, feeling he couldn’t talk more with this guy whose mouth seed poisoned, otherwise, he’d surely lose years of life, thus he exerted more effort to forge a new chanical arm.
General Xue’s body structure at this mont was just like a normal person.
Easily confident brows, even added to this gabbling ability.
Guan Shier wanted to return to the past, when he creatively developed this chanism and laughed wildly, rushing up to deliver a Southwestern Iron-eating Beast Throat Lock on his proud forr self.
My past self.
What exactly did you create for this Xue-nad guy!!!
The prior consecutive grand battles, one aid at Chen Country’s battlefield, and the other side, the campaign against Turkic and the grassland’s grand battles, were all magnificent, filled with stirring emotions and heroic actions, yet General Xue had no intention of setting foot on these battlefields.
"Hm? You ask why?" At that ti Guan Shier and others were concerned that General Xue would also urgently join the normal, intending to develop in advance a chanical battle armor sufficient to bear his certain ability, asking General Xue, to which General Xue lazily smiled and said:
"Attacking Chen Country, along with the alliance crushing Turkic, are rely normal things to do, probably these are the greatest accomplishnts in the lives of generals ranked second or thirtieth, but for generals among the top three in the world, it’s just preparation."
"Like you walking out, eating and drinking water."
"Would you save your ultimate battle for eating and drinking water?"
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