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Chapter 38

Chapter 38 Heart knot

In the following time, Hu Biao packed letters home written with the blood of the enemy and related relics of Anxi Army veterans one by one in PE plastic bags.

They were placed in two plastic turnover boxes that Hu Biao originally used as wardrobes to store out-of-season clothes.

While doing the above thing, Hu Biao's personal mood inevitably became very low again.

Because this letter from home, written with dirty clothes, represents too many things. It represents the lives behind them that are fleshy and worthy of respect, and their last wishes and expectations in life.

Such emotions reached their peak when Hu Biao sorted out the last package.

Because in this package, in addition to a small number of family letters, there was also a final memorial written by Guo Shuai personally to the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

There is also a carefully folded flag and a battle flag with the word "Guo" representing the Anxi Army of the Tang Dynasty.

This battle flag is quite old, and there are even several small holes on it that have been penetrated by arrows, and there are many mottled blood stains.

However, these damages do not affect the value of this battle flag at all.

"Guo Shuai, don't worry. As long as I, Hu Biao, am still alive, the Anxi Army of the Tang Dynasty will not be cut off. One day this battle flag will continue to fly in the Western Regions and make those Hu people sincerely surrender.

Kill all those who are not convinced, and the rest will be convinced~"

Touching the old war flag with his fingertips, feeling the indescribable heaviness on it, Hu Biao swore silently in his heart...

With a sound of "hiss~", Hu Biao poured about half a tael of Niulanshan Erguotou into his mouth. The stimulation of high alcohol immediately made his eyes narrow.

Even after he quickly gave himself a piece of pork head meat to press his stomach, it was still very spicy.

In fact, when Hu Biao carefully sorted out the packages and put away these precious things one by one, it was already 11 o'clock in the morning.

What a sin! After tossing it to such a point, he was even more physically exhausted.

But now, this poor guy still can't sleep?

His still excited spirit made him unable to help but think wildly. The feeling of being unable to fall asleep at all made him extremely depressed for a while.

What should I do? Let’s get some tough stuff.

Seeing that it was almost time for dinner, Hu Biao, who was a little hungry, simply rode on the almost fully charged electric donkey and went to a nearby market.

I bought two kilograms of braised pork head meat and two bottles of 42-degree, 500-ml bottle of beef.

I decided not to do anything but just get myself drunk so I could sleep.

This is not to say that such a simple and crude method cannot work. Under normal circumstances, the effect is pretty good. The problem is that something went wrong during this process.

In the dining room, the TV was always on after a commercial.

A TV series started to play, with the theme of Grandpa Yue resisting the Jin soldiers.

In the scenes broadcast on TV, the scenes of the Jin army marching south to burn, kill, and loot, combined with Hu Biao's own experience, were quite disturbing to him.

He especially thought of the even more miserable experiences of the soldiers and civilians after the city of Qiuci was destroyed, which made his teeth itch with hatred.

"Whether they are the Tubo people, the Jin army, or other intruders such as the Yuan army or the wild boar-skin army, don't let me encounter these bastards in my mission. I will kill every one I encounter."

When Hu Biao pulled up the remote control to change the channel, he cursed with gritted teeth.

Such an idea even gave him an inexplicable expectation for future system tasks and a strong sense of honor.

Because he has an inexplicable intuition, it seems that the tasks related to the system are some very dark and helpless historical moments in the history of this nation.

If you participate in it, no matter how much you can do, you will always have an indescribable sense of mission and sacredness.

Resist external humiliation! No matter where you go, you won’t be ashamed.

As a result, Hu Biao really couldn't stand the heart-warming dramas, so he switched to the next program. The content that happened to be broadcast here was a cultural program similar to the "Hundred Schools Forum".

An old man who is said to be a professor at a certain university and considered an expert in history.

He was telling the origin of the name ‘Hu’ among the hundreds of surnames. When he heard about Hu Biao, he became interested. He instinctively stopped changing the channel and started listening while drinking.

The first time I heard the surname "Hu", it came from the surname Gui, and the ancestor of the surname was Hu Gongman.

In the early years of the Western Zhou Dynasty, Hu Gongman was also called Guiman. He was the thirty-third descendant of Emperor Shun. His father, Yu Yuan, once served as Tao Zheng of the Zhou Dynasty. In response to these claims, Hu Biao also felt proud that he was from a famous family.

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But then, his whole body became worse, and the smile on his face gradually became abnormal.

Because the old man then said:

"Historically, the Xianbei, Khitan, Xi, Gaoche, Manchu, Miao, Yao, Pumi, Yi, Hui, Hezhe, Daur, Lisu, Bai, Xibo and other ancient and modern ethnic groups all have the surname Hu."

What the heck! The family tree of their old Hu family seems to have been lost for who knows how many years. Who knows where the ancestors from thousands of years ago, or even earlier, came from, and whether they were from some ancient or modern ethnic group?

Doesn't this mean that it is possible that some of his crazy curses and curses are actually cursing his ancestors?

For a time, Hu Biao's three views began to become distorted.

On the one hand, he instinctively hated these intruders and hated them for their bandit-like behavior.

On the other hand, it feels like something is wrong.

The most troublesome thing is that his belief in continuing to participate in system tasks has been shaken. This is the most fatal point.

****

There was a crisp sound of "ding dong~".

Hu Biao placed the wine glass he had just finished on the folding table left by the previous tenant, and then touched the bottle.

It was at such a moment that he discovered that he had drank two bottles of 42-degree Niu Er, a liquor that he rarely came into contact with.

Frankly speaking, when it comes to drinking, Hu Biao is one of those people who is very addicted to food.

Although I like to drink, I really don’t have a large capacity for alcohol. I usually drink after delivering food, and I only drink two or three bottles of beer a day. If I drink a little more, I will get drunk.

Or to put it another way, this guy is a noob when it comes to drinking.

If I really go to the Northeast to have a meal, I guess I can sit at the same table with elementary school students; if I sit at the same table with my sister-in-law and middle school and high school students, I won't be able to drink from others.

But after drinking so much today, even though he felt extremely uncomfortable in his stomach, Hu Biao was still not drunk and wanted to continue drinking.

The main reason is that now he can't figure out many things, whether he should continue the mission or not.

Those paradoxical conflicts made him feel extremely uncomfortable for a while, as if something he had insisted on collapsed in his heart.

This made him want to get drunk and die without thinking about anything.

However, with the heavy intake of alcohol, Hu Biao's body was about to collapse, but his mind became increasingly sober, which made him indescribably uncomfortable.

At such a time, the expert's program finally ended.

After a few minutes of commercials, the image of the People's Monument suddenly appeared on the TV. More importantly, after seeing this, Hu Biao had something to say in his mind.

In April 1958, after the nine-year monument was completed, the old man who took the lead in establishing Guojia personally drafted an inscription:

“In the past three years, the people’s heroes who sacrificed their lives in the People’s Liberation War and the People’s Revolution will be immortal!

Over the past thirty years, the people's heroes who sacrificed their lives in the People's Liberation War and the People's Revolution will be immortal!

This dates back to 1840. Since then, in order to oppose internal and external enemies and strive for national independence and people’s freedom and happiness, the heroes of the people who have sacrificed their lives in various struggles will be immortalized forever!”

Based on the above statement, Hu Biao muttered:

"If we continue to look back in time, people like Guo Xin, Wang Xiaowei, Zhang Tiezhu, Liang Daya, One-eyed Dragon, and Xiucai, are they considered people's heroes, and will they be immortal?"

With almost no hesitation, Hu Biao answered himself in a loud tone:

"Yes! They are definitely the people's heroes, and they will definitely be immortal.

Things are different. Brothers from other ethnic groups, we all belong to our own people now and are a family. We can discuss everything and never take action.

But it does not prevent us from giving the invaders a harsh lesson at those moments in history, no matter who they are~"

At this point, Hu Biao finally convinced himself and instantly relaxed. He reluctantly walked to the bed and fell down.

The next second, the loud snoring in his mouth started to resound.

PS: This article has been revised many times, but I am still a little dissatisfied. I feel that some things have not been clearly stated; please post it and revise it later.

There will not be much plot in the modern plane after that, and we will soon enter the next mission.

(End of chapter)


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