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Chapter 169 Angry?hate it?
The enemy troops left, leaving the city in chaos and devastation.

He walked across the street with a broken long knife and looked at the people crying in despair.

After several hours in such a daze, he finally returned to the barracks.

Then he found that the generals who withdrew before the soldiers when they realized that the situation was not good had returned intact.

He felt ironic, he wanted to change everything, but he was just an ordinary soldier.

And Zhao Li was punished, and his anger was cast on him.

Suppression, isolation, all kinds of inexplicable things.

He suffered in silence until he was insulted to his family, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and started a fight.

Then, there is the punishment in the military.

The military stick hit my body, which hurt a lot, but it wasn't as powerful as the feeling inside.

He was carried back to his residence and lay down on a thin mattress to rest.

Song Yong brought the shriveled pancakes.

"This garrison, from top to bottom, has no appearance at all... Sigh!"

"Then the barbarian just left for the time being, and will come back in the future, what should we do if this continues!"

"Tell me, is there any way to win?"

He glanced at Song Yong and gave the answer.

"Build the city wall and train the troops."

Song Yong seemed a little guilty, but he still asked.

"Isn't that what we're doing?"

"Not enough, not enough."

After that day, the amount of training in the army went up a bit, but only a little.

The repairs of the city wall are still just repairs, adding to the original bricks and earth.

He watched in silence as Song Yong came again.

"The imperial court does not pay attention to the war here at all. There is no money, the soldiers are difficult to train, and the city wall cannot be repaired... the people are suffering!"

He stood on the city wall and pointed to the ground below.

"The enemy came here to plunder, and many of them were on horseback. They dug pits and hid weapons under the pits. They could trap the horses and control the enemy."

The soldiers began to break ground outside the city.

"It can be mixed with cloth and horse rope, covered with soil, and used in wartime."

The soldiers began to collect ropes in the city.

"Prepare for falling rocks, fire oil..."

The soldiers began to dig and transport rocks and collect auxiliary materials.

He felt a little ridiculous.

These are obviously the basics of defending the city, so why do they become things that need to be reminded?

The long preparations have finally paid off.

The enemy came again and left in defeat.

Successful reporting here is another reward and promotion.

He was still a soldier, Song Yong became the camp commander, and Zhao Li rose to another level.

He felt that it didn't matter.

It doesn't matter what happens, as long as the enemy troops are kept out of the city, the people in the city are safe.

The rest of life is probably like this.

Those people would ask him openly or secretly how to fight, and he would answer, and then when the enemy troops arrived, he would occupy the most important position and guide the battle.

Sometimes you lose, but most of the time, you can win.

It's just that the promotion after winning has nothing to do with him.

One year, two years... ten years, 20 years...

He can't quite remember how many people stepped on him to take the position, and then these high-ranking people suppressed him together to prevent him from being promoted.

They should be terrified, afraid of being found out about stealing credit and using it fraudulently; and they are all determined, he can't let go of the people behind him.

He worked hard for many years, from a boy to a young man, to middle age... or should I say old age?

After all, his hair has turned white and his body is covered with hidden wounds.

He is probably dying.

After fighting as a soldier for most of his life, he did not wait for justice. When the people came to the court, they really took the border war seriously.

Then, came that year.

The barbarians who had always just come to plunder gathered a real army and attacked the city.

He failed to hold the city and fell at dusk.

No one knows his name, no one knows his achievements.

An ordinary soldier died when the city was destroyed.

……

Yu Qinan found that he was in a red space.

Red, like blood, like fire.

He couldn't come back to his senses, and he still seemed to be unwilling and regretful, as well as worried about where the people in the city would go.

So I hurriedly recited the Qingxin Jue to get myself out of that emotion.

Keep telling yourself this at the same time.

It is an illusion, it is false, it does not exist.

But at this moment, a child's voice came from the side.

"That was a real life in a thousand years."

Yu Qinan turned around and saw a seven or eight-year-old boy with red hair and red eyes.

Sword spirit?

Yu Qinan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Seeing the sword spirit wave his hand, several figures appeared in front of him.

Zhao Li, Song Yong...all the people who borrowed Liu Er's position appeared, and then a scarlet sword appeared in his hand.

Sword Spirit looked at him, waiting.

Yu Qin'an could feel a wave of anger rising from the bottom of his heart, and he had the urge to pick up the sword and chop the people in front of him into pieces.

He recited the Qingxin Jue again to calm himself down.

"You said that was a real life, so... so what if I destroy these phantom people? Can I change Liu Er's life? Or can I make these people pay for their sins?"

He doesn't know the ending of these people, but if it is true, then... it is probably better than Liu Er.

Sword Spirit had a cold face.

"This real life, you have experienced it yourself, so you don't feel angry? Don't you hate?"

In this regard, Yu Qin'an admitted it honestly.

"I'm angry, and I hate too."

"Then what are you waiting for? Pick up your sword and attack them! Turn your anger, your hatred, into action... Give them!"

"Don't do it."

"Aren't you angry? Don't hate."

"I'm angry, I hate."

"Then you do it!"

"I do not."

"..."

Jian Ling stared, a little choked.

Yu Qinan was expressionless.

He was very moved by Liu Er's story, and because he had experienced it personally while falling into a fantasy, he could not completely calm down his emotions now.

But these are not excuses for his casual behavior.

This is a secret realm, full of dangers; where he is now, is an illusion created by a sword; and this sword... has a high probability of being a magic sword!
Combining the above, the purpose of Sword Spirit is not pure.

Whatever it wants him to do, he absolutely cannot do!
"……it is good."

The sword spirit seemed to compromise, put away the phantom and the sword, and slowly approached him.

"I ask you, is war right or wrong?"

"mistake."

"Do you want a world without war?"

"think."

"Very well, I want to create such a world, a peaceful world without war..."

Sword Spirit looked at Yu Qin'an expectantly.

Yu Qinan nodded in approval.

"What a dream, I wish you success!"

"..."

Sword Spirit choked again.

After a few breaths, she asked him.

"Don't you want that kind of world?"

"Yeah, just think about it."

The red hair on Sword Spirit's head seemed to be redder and lusher.

But still, he continued his topic.

"My creator told me that if I want such a world, I only need to do one thing...destroy all human beings!"

"Humanity is the initiator of war and the original sin!"

"Are you willing to complete this feat with me and create a world without war?"

(End of this chapter)