Chapter 2068: Chapter 190: No Glorious Sacrifice (Part 3)
Could his future son or daughter not co a step earlier?
Since the Son of Heaven ascended the throne, Qi Country has won all pivotal wars, waging battles all the way, extinguishing countless nations to establish the foundational enterprise of the Eastern Region’s overlord.
What fear of war do the people of Qi have?
Why isn’t he proactive?
Those civilians without military registration are eager to enlist yet unable to do so!
To be honest, he hadn’t experienced that great war thirty-two years ago. Qi Country erged as the final victor, achieving its overlord status. As for the blood feud and national hatred with Sumr, he didn’t feel much of it.
The reason he rejoiced at the sound of battle was firstly, because war could bring him real opportunities and tangible benefits. Even if he dies in battle now, his family would not be short of a Channel-opening Pill. For a military officer like him, if he dies heroically, the Prefectural Governor would personally visit to offer condolences. Fighting benefits him; dying leaves him without worries.
Secondly, as a person of Qi, the innate sense of honor. Gu Yang is already a dust of history, the tall tree of strong Jing has long started to decay. As the world’s youngest overlord country, bearing the pressure of other overlord countries, just like at the Yellow River Gathering, generation after generation of people of Qi fought bravely, eventually winning the title of Kui. People of Qi Kingdom are ant to conquer the world, never bowing to anyone!
“Surrenderers are pardoned from death!”
Zhang Tai shouted thus, leading his soldiers up the mountain, skillfully confiscating weapons, driving surrendering soldiers to one place for centralized guarding.
Stepping among the jagged rocks, he suddenly brightened.
In front of his vision, lay the corpse of a young Sumr Country officer, face up to the sky, fallen among the rocks.
Judging by the textual energy that still emanated from his body, he must have been a Scholar Monk.
Probably died under the bombardnt of the Autumn Kill Army, without any penetrating wounds from prickly guns—thinking of the might of the Autumn Kill Army, Zhang Tai couldn’t help but feel so admiration.
But imdiately he focused on the corpse in front of him.
Inside the cracked armor of the Sumr Country officer, a blood-soaked paper protruded.
Sumr Country’s cultivation thod? Confucianist Gate’s secret technique?
No matter how, it’s certainly good stuff. Even if it’s useless, it can fetch a good price.
Zhang Tai rejoiced inwardly.
The spoils must be uniformly submitted, finally distributed by the General above according to rit.
He dare not embezzle. But as the one who personally found it, he could also get a share.
A benefit picked up for free!
He stepped forward, rushed to the dead Sumr Country officer, carefully pulling out the paper.
Unfolding it with full expectation, his face imdiately fell.
It wasn’t any secret thod or technique, just a family letter. The letter was short, but the creases were deep, suggesting it had been read many tis—
“To my son.
Your old father can still eat a few bowls, do not worry, kill the enemy!”
Only two lines of writing, yet each word pierced through the paper.
Zhang Tai felt no extra emotion, casually tossing aside the letter, and reaching into the chest of the dead Sumr Country officer, finding nothing.
Feeling sowhat disappointed, he withdrew his hand and got up to leave.
But after walking a few steps, for so reason, he thought again, turned back, and picked up the letter.
Of course, he’s not saying he has any psychological burden.
The righteousness of soldiers is to kill the enemy, unrelated to anything else.
During a battle between two countries, it’s even less his place as a grassroots military officer to talk about compassion. Everyone has wives and children, warm beds, and their insignificant ideals and pursuits. On the battlefield, life and death are seen with swords and guns, requiring no sympathy from anyone.
He just saw another segnt of life in that letter.
Humans as individuals are usually insignificant. On the battlefield, they are often just numbers. But in each segnt of life, love and hate are so palpable…
My life, his life.
“Lay down your weapons, surrender and live!” Zhang Tai shouted again as he walked.
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