bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 121 Burning Yihong Building (1)

It was getting late, and there was an extremely complex smell in the air.

The smell is snow, north wind, campfire, and the smell of pig iron.

The Emperor No. [-] machine stood in the wind, staring at the thick, ink-like night sky in a daze.

"Gu, everyone has arrived."

Guo Jieke stepped forward and patted him heavily on the shoulder.

Han Dongwen took a deep breath, still looking into the distance reluctantly.

"A total of 38 church reinforcements entered the country tonight. They have all removed everything that can represent the identity of the church in accordance with the latest requirements of the church. Their weapons are also ready and ready to attack at any time."

Guo Jieke's voice trembled a little, was it excited?or something else?
"The 38 teaching troops, together with me and Oli, should be capable of a battle."

He frowned, but he couldn't hide his worry in his eyes: "Gu, I understand that there is no need to risk your life to help from your ecumenical standpoint, and you don't have to act with us, but I only hope that you can help me with a simple busy."

Han Dongwen nodded: "You say."

"There are two sides to the enemy tonight, one is the Jurisdiction officers and soldiers in the Skyhawk City, and the other is the Hanying Sect outside the Skyhawk City. Apart from the Suzerain Yang Kai, the inner disciples of the Hanying Sect may send out 50 or [-] people. We can be the enemy. "

When he said this, Han Dongwen was a little surprised. He thought that the grass-roots team's combat effectiveness would be worse.

Although the Hanying Sect is not considered a great sect, the ultimate goal of training inner sect disciples is to join the National Judicial Department. chemical class.

But Guo Jieke had such confidence, which Han Dongwen did not expect. It seems that the combat effectiveness of this second group of people is much stronger.

"As for the officers and soldiers stationed in Tianying City, it always takes time to arrive here. Our plan is very simple. We will stop the disciples of Han Yingzong, take down the Yihong Building, which is valued by the emperor, and force the Justices to release our compatriots."

After Guo Jieke finished speaking, Han Dongwen nodded, pondered for a moment and asked him, "Even...even if Faji releases those people from Minluo Pharmacy, how do you leave?"

Hearing his question, Guo Jieke's eyes dimmed a bit: "This... I have my way."

The implication is naturally that you, Gu Hanyang, will not live and die with people in our church, so there is no need to ask so many questions.

"So, I hope you can do us a favor in the end, for the church, no, for the principality's sake."

Guo Jieke showed a somewhat flat smile, and stretched out his hand to hand out a small silver cross pendant: "If you have a chance to return to the motherland, return this pendant to the church for me, and pray for me."

Han Dongwen's heart skipped a beat, the meaning of this line was too obvious, Guo Jieke didn't intend to go back alive by himself.

In this way, they obviously wanted to divide their troops into the rear, rescue their companions and stay in Yihonglou with a group of people to fight to the death, and sacrificed themselves after their companions left the border of Simeng.

"I want to ask you a question."

Han Dongwen raised his eyes and looked at Guo Jieke: "Why?"

He took the cross and held it in his palm: "Why do you have to sacrifice to such an extent for the church?"

Guo Jieke looked into Han Dongwen's eyes, was silent for a while, and sighed: "This was originally a very simple and common task. The companions who came to the country destroyed the fortifications of Simeng. I don't know what the purpose of this task is." , I don’t even know what the church is thinking about, and it is my responsibility to complete the task when it is received.”

"But my companions were captured, injured, and died during this mission. I want to do my best to save them. This has nothing to do with the mission, it has nothing to do with the church, Gu, it has nothing to do with the Principality of West Asia."

He took a step forward and stared at Han Dongwen's face: "Gu, we have the same skin color, I don't know what kind of lucky past you have, but Ollie and I, all the people in Minluo Pharmacy are like this with Simeng blood Many people in West Asia have relied on each other since they were born in West Asia, Simeng was handed over to five cities in West Asia, the border was in chaos, we lost our parents, let alone friends."

"Before we were taken in by the church, we lived on moldy bread covered in soot. In order not to freeze to death, we slept next to the coal-fired pipes in the factory against the wall, and in the middle of the night, a drunk man urinated in the corner where we slept. At dawn, there are police officers from the Grand Duke’s mansion managing the streets and chasing us like dogs, Gu, I’m afraid it’s unimaginable for someone like you who has the opportunity to join the Grand Duke’s mansion.”

Guo Jieke took a deep breath, raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the Yihong Building in the distance: "The church took me in, took in us orphans from the war with Simeng blood, this is the truth. My companions and I are in West Asia, Under the protection of the church, this is the truth, I just want to repay my benefactor and save my companion."

After finishing speaking, Guo Jieke smiled with relief, as if he had let go of some burden, and patted Han Dongwen's shoulder: "Okay, let's not talk about this, Yang Aoli has brought my compatriots to stand by, as long as we take down Yihonglou , we can spread Minghuo crystals all over the building before Faji arrives, and if Faji doesn’t hand over our compatriots, Minghuojing can blow up the entire Yihong Building!"

"What if they handed over someone?" Han Dongwen asked.

"Then, I will lead a group of people to stay upstairs, and when my compatriots leave the border safely and cross Morne Mountain, I will let this building be buried with me!"

Guo Jieke grinned, turned around and strode away.

"Goodbye, Gu!"

The north wind howled, Han Dongwen stood where he was, clutching the cross pendant tightly in his hand.

Stop it, Jack, it's full of Judiciary people.

The person you are trying to save is long gone.

They don't necessarily die, and there's even a good chance they survive.

Leave, leave Simeng.

These words were stuck in Han Dongwen's throat, and he still couldn't say them for a long time.

The person who walks away in the snowy night is the enemy, no matter what the reasons are, the enemy is the enemy.

Even in his eyes, up to this moment you are a fellow countryman who can help.

Han Dongwen put the pendant into his pocket, took a deep breath of the dry and cold wind, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Blow up Lao Tzu's building? Dream about your mother!"

He spat out swear words rarely, but he spoke very deliberately and forcefully.

It was as if he wanted to rely on these few words to make a certain decision for himself.

"Okay, okay, it's time to mobilize the player to guard the building, let him die, stop you? I wish you would hurry up and send..."

Han Dongwen's muttering gradually became weaker and disappeared.

After reading too many novels, he always thought that the decisiveness of killing depends on how fast the sword is and how ruthless the heart is, but he understood on this snowy night that maybe sometimes, what is needed is not to say a few words to save people.

How simple.

How difficult.

A commotion gradually came from the direction of the construction site. Han Dongwen took a deep breath, raised his legs and walked in the opposite direction, and took out the magic soldier's talisman from his arms.

"Tonight, I'm here to receive the reward."

(End of this chapter)