Chapter 541 The dead Wujiang Lang is the good Wujiang Lang
Maybe for Wujianglang, they don't have that much thought, but for Dharma and Tibetan Confucians and politicians like Sima Shushui, Wujianglang is a factor of instability. When they achieve great achievements and shake their master, it is best to
The solution is not to appease the soldiers with titles and rewards, but to let all the veterans die!
This person is already dead, what kind of reward do you need? Isn't it enough to leave a name in history?
Therefore, the Wujiang Lang who died in the frontier fortress is the best Wujiang Lang!
On the other hand, if the border fortress is stabilized, what should we do with this group of Wujiang Lang? They are so powerful, numerous in number, and their reputation and achievements far exceed those of them, a group of literati who talk nonsense in the court.
Do you really want Wu Jianglang to enter the center of power and break the system and network established by the powerful group before you regret it?
"But, if this is the case, wouldn't Mr. Wujiang be resentful and want to rebel?" The Qin envoy chased after him.
"rebel?"
Sima Shushui continued to walk forward, and said: "No, because soldiers with resentment will die on the battlefield sooner or later. Even if they are lucky enough to survive, do you think Qin Tianjian is just a free man?"
There are many Shanhai officials in the Qintian Prison who are monitoring them and even obstructing them.
Once unstable factors are discovered, they will immediately take evil action, either triggering a ferocious beast craze, or using despicable measures to kill these dissatisfied veterans.
"Okay, don't pay attention to Wujiang Lang anymore. Just pretend you didn't see the urgent report they sent," Sima Shushui said: "The most important thing for you now is to find this place, and then do everything you can to ask for it.
Senior comes out."
"yes!"
"In addition, the current situation is so chaotic that we cannot let Qin Tianjian and his family bear the responsibility," Sima Shushui said: "The elders have already discussed it and initiated the [Twenty One People] meeting. It is time for these old immortals to
Let’s help!”
【frontier fortress】
The ferocious beast was temporarily repulsed, but what was left behind was Wujianglang who suffered heavy casualties, and the broken ruins that could not be seen beyond the horizon.
The blood on the armor had already condensed and turned black, but for half a month, they stayed awake and the armor never left their bodies. However, even if they had increased their vigilance tenfold, no matter how hard they rose up to resist at any cost,
Wujiang Lang suffered heavy casualties in this battle.
At least 20% of Wujiang Lang died in this ferocious beast craze, 40% were seriously injured, and 30% were slightly injured...
"It's time..."
In the distance, a figure stood there. This man was naked from the waist up, with rusty armor hanging from his waist. He was holding a strange spear that was one foot and eight feet long. Under his feet, there were countless corpses of ferocious beasts.
Piles like mountains.
His unkempt long hair was flying in the wind that smelled of blood, and his messy black beard was stained with the sticky blood of the beast.
He was like a man descended from the sky, one person, just one person, but he blocked the ferocious beast's frenzy that Wujiang Lang, who was defending the Nine Ring City, could hardly stop.
"This gun is from Li Quan..." Chen Wu looked up excitedly at the strong man who suddenly came to help: "Are you the deputy minister?!"
"Go back and tell Huo Jinjue!"
Suddenly, a strong man like a savage shouted to Chen Wu: "The time has come to refine the artifact, Wujiang Lang..."
The strong man looked at the sky that almost collapsed due to the violent demonic power: "It's time to go home."
"Deputy Minister! Deputy Minister!"
Seeing that the strong man did not return to the city, but continued to rush towards the depths of the mountain and sea world, Chen Wu wanted to call him back, but at this moment, an undead ferocious beast suddenly came back to the light.
"roar!!"
Amid the roar of the ferocious beast and the splashing blood, a sword penetrated the heart of the ferocious beast. He killed the ferocious beast, but also completely lost an arm.
After the battlefield was cleaned, the man who was bleeding could not stop crying as he watched the corpses being put into coffins one by one and then placed in the painting.
The brothers who had been through life and death took the first step, and Pao Ze, who shared the joys and sorrows together, closed his eyes forever...
In the wind and sand, two empty sleeves were flying.
"Brother Mu."
Looking at the veteran in front of him, Chen Wu has been leading him, teaching him, and helping him since he joined the army. Finally, the big brother who exchanged his two arms for his two lives said: "I, I am not worthy of you.
Made.”
"Do you remember what I said before?"
Losing his arm also means that he can no longer hold a weapon, and such a useless person cannot be a Wujiang Lang.
"I can exchange an arm for your life, it's worth it," Mu Xiongcheng said with a trace of reluctance and nostalgia. He looked at Chen Wu and said in a deep voice: "But now, I have nothing to exchange for you.
Dead."
"Brother Mu."
"It would be great if I could still pick up weapons," Mu Xiongcheng's eyes turned red: "That way, I can trade this bad life for another one."
"Don't do this. Enough is enough. My life is not worth more than yours."
"But in my eyes," Mu Xiongcheng said, "the life of any bastard is more valuable than mine, a veteran."
He is old. Although he is full of experience, the hidden wounds in his body and his increasingly aging body can no longer support him. Therefore, if he can save an extra piece of Wujiang Haoerlang's blood when he is destined to die on the battlefield.
, he died with peace of mind.
"Wujiang Lang doesn't need veterans to save him!"
"What beautiful words to say," Mu Xiongcheng said, "Why don't you let me save you twice."
Chen Wu clenched his fists, not because of what Mu Xiongcheng said, but because he hated his own incompetence. As a cadre of Wujiang Lang, he was like a loser and accomplished nothing.
"Brother Mu," Chen Wu said, "are you married yet?"
"Um."
"Son?"
"Hey, what kind of son? He's a daughter," Mu Xiongcheng said, "She's almost nineteen years old."
"But I have never met her. The day the child was born, I joined the army with this outfit," Mu Xiongcheng said, "I think it has been almost twenty years..."
How many years?
It has been many years since Wujianglang came home alive.
"Go home, Brother Mu," Chen Wu said, "You still have a daughter. She must want to see the heroic father she has never seen before, right?"
With that said, Chen Wu turned around and left. At this time, Mu Xiongcheng's voice came: "General, can I, a disabled person, still call myself Wujiang Lang?"
How dare a cripple who has lost his arms call himself Wujiang Lang and discredit Wu Jianglang?
"Brother Mu, do you regret coming here to be this Wujiang Lang?"
At this moment, the air was eerily quiet.
A man who has devoted the most precious time of his life to this profession and to this frontier. But now, he has lost his arms. When he goes back, he may not be able to find a good job. He may have to face...
It means hardship for the rest of my life.
"I will take their remains back to Luo Bai Pu."
Mu Xiongcheng stood there with his back to Chen Wu, and Chen Wu also stood still. They were both waiting for the answer they wanted from each other.
Suddenly, Mu Xiongcheng smiled. He raised his head and chest, and walked forward without confusion: "I have no regrets in this life, Mr. Wujiang..."