On the ice sheet and in the mountain col, there were several "bang" sounds, and a few points of light slowly rose, and finally exploded, lighting up the sky.
Those black figures were like wolves running out of the jungle, moving quickly and silently.
The light reflected their shadows, which meant they were exposed, but no one retreated, and there was no way to retreat. The defenders hiding among the ruins had already prepared traps for the "wolves" and installed them.
"Shotgun", just waiting for them to fall into the trap.
Seven hundred meters!
Five hundred meters!
One hundred meters!
I don’t know who gave the order, and I don’t remember who fired the first shot. In short, that night, the lights on the other side of the mountain kept flashing and the explosions were like thunder, which lasted for several hours before stopping.
Zhang Miao listened carefully, but she never looked back. She silently helped replace the energy core of the snowmobile, and then went back to sleep. With all this noise, Zhang Miao began to doubt for the first time whether her persistence was right.
wrong.
For more than ten years, she has had a question.
If Zheng Beichuan and the others were really enemies, why didn't Zhang Fengyu not allow her to take action?
Zhang Miao has asked many people this question.
Most of the answers I got were similar.
It's nothing more than saying "the time has not come yet" and taking the overall situation into consideration.
Zhang Miao was naturally uncomfortable hearing such an answer. So gradually, the contact between Zhang Miao, Zhang Fengyu, and Zi Zixin became much less, and they each had their own things to be busy with, and there was no
Taking into account Zhang Miao's changes in mood over the years.
Because she had personally experienced the fall of Xiongan No. 1 Shelter, Zhang Miao would not really be deceived by anyone into successfully brainwashing her into accepting the nonsense that they made a helpless choice for the future destiny of mankind.
What Zhang Miao is thinking now is that Zheng Beichuan also had countless opportunities to kill her, Zhang Fengyu and the others, but he didn't. He even accepted Yougege's lobbying and easily handed over a lot of rights, which was likely to be ignored.
posture. The people who are chasing him now are obviously not the people Zhang Miao knows. Although they also want revenge, they will not let themselves use such despicable methods.
"The next work" is Zi Zixin's way of saying it.
Zhang Miao never quite understood it.
Revenge is about being happy, so why do you have to put shackles on yourself and constrain your personality?
Ye Zixin’s answer at the time was: “If it was just revenge, we could have done it twenty years ago, why wait until today?”
"What's that for?"
"To restore order." Ye Zixin replied.
"Is order really that important?" Zhang Miao was puzzled.
Zi Xin solemnly said: "It's very important. It's more important than anything else. It can even be said... Everything in the universe will inevitably develop in a worse and worse direction, but the order is different. It may be the only way that human beings can
Something that violates the basic laws of the universe and is controlled by your own will, of course, only if you believe in its power."
Zhang Miao asked again: "Then the laws of survival that things in nature follow are not order?"
Zi Xin shook his head and said: "No, that's not called order, and it can't even be viewed with wisdom. Although we often laugh at ourselves with the so-called 'truth' that exists in nature, or satirize various bad habits in human society, we have overlooked one point.
, similar to the closed ecology on the islands of Madagascar, they themselves are the result of natural selection, and all forms of existence do not possess intelligent abstract thinking. In other words, even if the ocean is the starting point and end of life besides whales, it does not represent whales.
In its limited life, it understands the meaning of its existence? They are very smart, but they may not be able to think. Thinking is a very strange thing. It makes life shine and emit the light of wisdom, thus giving birth to how to compete with the universe itself.
Courage is the most valuable thing."
Over the years, Zhang Miao knew that Zi Xin had changed a lot, especially after she started running around with You Gege, and her speech became difficult to understand.
Zhang Miao, who seemed to understand, only understood a little bit.
Don't be arrogant and arrogant, let alone belittle yourself.
Human beings may be fragile, but they are never humble.
After gently taking a deep breath and making a cat-like nasal noise, Zhang Miao was finally able to sleep peacefully.
On the other side of the mountain, the noise and bustle are coming to an end.
The "wolf pack" composed of thirty-nine people showed amazing unity and terrifying combat power even when they were ambushed. Originally they had an advantage in numbers, and the party who set up the ambush thought that the battle could be resolved in just ten minutes, so at most their own side could not.
One or two people were lost, but the result is...
When the shadow retrieved the long knife from a corpse, there were no teammates behind him.
One hundred versus thirty-nine, the outcome turned out to be a miserable victory with one person surviving.
Such "victory" seems to be more appropriately described as "failure".
Shadow himself was injured, his life support device was destroyed, and the vital sign monitor constantly reminded him that the temperature of his exoskeleton was decreasing. If he could not find shelter as soon as possible, he would freeze to death here.
But the shadow was indifferent. He walked aside and sat down on a protruding rock, holding a long knife that had been cracked inch by inch in both hands. This knife was given to him by his master. It is said that it was passed through a knife more than a thousand years ago.
A mysterious craftsman borrowed meteorite iron and made it, named "Lie Feng".
The sword is three feet three feet long and the blade is two inches wide. Even without the moonlight, there is still a cold glow, and the wind blows by and makes a whimpering sound...
Shadow often couldn't sit still until a tall figure came behind him.
"Why don't you go back?" The figure's face appeared, and it was Zheng Beichuan.
What makes people even more uneasy and shocked is that Zheng Beichuan is neither wearing a full-coverage exoskeleton nor cold-proof clothing. He is just wearing a navy blue dragon-patterned outfit, standing like a hidden cultivator.
Behind the shadow.
He stood up and looked at Zheng Beichuan in surprise, then clenched his fists and said in a trembling voice: "Student is incompetent. After a fierce battle, he actually broke the hundred gale force troops that you personally handed over to me. Student..."
Before he finished speaking, Zheng Beichuan's hand was already on Shadow's shoulder.
Above the sky, the flares slowly fell, but the shadow was always shrouded in a hazy shadow.
This may be the origin of his name.
But Zheng Beichuan called out his real name and said, "Jin Zhong, do you still remember how the teacher told you about the word 'dignity'?"
Shadow team leader Xue Jinzhong trembled when he heard this, and then said in a deep voice: "Students remember."
Zheng Beichuan Wei
He smiled and said, "Tell me about it."
Xue Jinzhong replied: "The so-called dignity does not mean caring about personal gains and losses for the sake of self-respect. It is just the dignity of a coward. The true dignity should be the dignity of a warrior when an individual knows how to put aside his self-esteem and seek dignity for everyone."
Zheng Beichuan nodded: "Since ancient times, there have been many generous and tragic people, but I don't like their selfish behavior of always willing to die to express their ambitions, or simply to die for the sake of a good personal reputation. In my opinion, it has a real impact on ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad."
Those who have changed the world are often those heroes who will be criticized by future generations after their death, and even make bad comments about those scholars! Have they ever chosen to give up because what they want to do will ruin their reputation and self-esteem?
Do you rush to explain because others' evaluations are unfair to you? No, the real strong person comes from the strength of the heart! And the strength of the heart also requires the person to know how to think deeply and self-discipline... So... Jin Zhong, not only do you
To live, you must inherit the will of everyone who died here today, do you understand?"
After hearing what Zheng Beichuan said, Xue Jinzhong felt ashamed.
But he did not become depressed anymore. Instead, he sheathed the long sword, cupped his hands, knelt on one knee and said, "Students, please remember your teacher's teachings!"
Zheng Beichuan smiled with satisfaction, but seeing the corpses strewn all over the field, the mottled battlefield, and the shocking situation, Zheng Beichuan's eyes were still a bit colder.
'Niyun Pavilion has already taken action...Old Fan...you have to hold on.' Thinking of this, Zheng Beichuan stopped staying. He said to Xue Jinzhong: "The road ahead should be much smoother. You can take it."
I'll give you a token and go directly to Sichuan. When you get in touch with Mr. Li's son Li Yutang at No. 3 Shelter in Shuzhong, be sure to tell him not to act rashly!"
Xue Jinzhong was shocked when he heard this, and immediately stood up and said solemnly: "Yes, the student understands."
"Okay, then set off as soon as possible. You don't have to worry about me. When I get to the next place, there will naturally be other people coming to see me off. Just concentrate on doing your own thing."
Although Xue Jinzhong understood that even if he stayed, he might not be able to play a big role. He thought that this farewell would most likely be an eternal farewell. He couldn't help but feel his eyes welling up. He took a step back, knelt on his knees, and bowed deeply to Zheng Beichuan.
It can be regarded as repaying the teacher's kindness.
Zheng Beichuan didn't know that countless lives would be lost from today to the end of the storm, but the curtain changed and he couldn't step down.
"Go, don't delay." Zheng Beichuan waved his hand, turned and left.
When Xue Jinzhong looked up in the direction of Zheng Beichuan, Zheng Beichuan had already disappeared.
Although Xue Jinzhong knew very well how terrifying Zheng Beichuan's strength was, he didn't have many opportunities to witness it with his own eyes. Now that he saw that Zheng Beichuan was still as mysterious and powerful as before, he couldn't help but feel at ease.
He stood up and determined the direction without further delay.
In the mountain col, on the ice field, in the battlefield more than a thousand meters away, more than a hundred corpses were buried in the biting cold wind...
…
March 9th
Mao'er was dressing Fan Yuanrong. The left side of her face was bruised and slightly swollen.
But it was not Fan Yuanrong who beat him, but Maoer who made a mistake and was taught a lesson by Fu Zicheng. That day, bad news came from the hospital that Li Douxing failed to save him in the end. When he heard the news, Fu Zicheng was in a trance for a long time.
, when he came back to his senses, he saw the cat wandering around in the red lacquer pavilion unruly as usual, so the cat was beaten.
After Fan Yuanrong found out about this, he symbolically went to Fu Zicheng to scold him, but in fact Fan Yuanrong felt even more uncomfortable.
He and Li Douxing had been friends for half a century. Now that Li Douxing was dead and Zheng Beichuan was not at home, Fu Zicheng was the only one left, which really made him feel what it meant to be lonely.
Today Fan Yuanrong put on a formal suit that he had not seen in more than ten years. He was preparing to attend Li Douxing's memorial service.
After finishing dressing, the cat stepped aside and lowered his head without speaking.
Fan Yuanrong glanced at her and straightened his too-tight collar and said, "I'll teach you a lesson, but it's for your own good. People who don't follow the rules may be free for a while in this world, but they will eventually have to pay for their own willfulness."
If you pay the price for your actions, you should have a longer memory."
What made Mao'er feel aggrieved was not that she had made a mistake and was beaten, but that the person who beat her was Fu Zicheng, and he hit her so hard.
Mao'er was really frightened that day. She had never seen Fu Zicheng so angry. All along, in Mao'er's mind, Fu Zicheng was a capable, mysterious and handsome senior, but now Mao'er
My son's understanding of Zicheng deepened, and he felt a lot more fear inside.
He nodded gently.
Fan Yuanrong also changed his old pervert attitude and became very decent in his behavior.
He sighed softly: "Let's go, come with me."
Mao'er was surprised. She thought she was not qualified to participate in such a ceremony.
Seeing the cat in a daze, Fan Yuanrong frowned and said, "What are you doing in a daze? Quickly change your clothes and follow me."
Mao'er finally woke up and quickly changed her clothes to follow Fan Yuanrong.
Fan Yuanrong, who had not left the Zhuqi Pavilion for more than ten years, even felt as if he had been released from prison the moment he stepped out of the hospital. He sighed: "I didn't expect that I had been imprisoned for more than ten years..."
Mao'er didn't dare to speak, so Fu Zicheng stepped forward and whispered: "Mr. Fan, although it looks calm outside, there are turbulent undercurrents, so you'd better be more careful."
Fan Yuanrong stared at Fu Zicheng in surprise when he heard this, and then sneered: "Butler Fu, sometimes I really don't understand what kind of person you are. You are obviously pretending to be confused and come here to spy on us immortals.
Sometimes it gives me the illusion that you are very trustworthy, tsk tsk tsk, Butler Fu, you are really extraordinary."
Fu Zicheng showed no expression on his face. He told Fan Yuanrong that he was just doing his job and had no other intentions, so it was probably just Fan Yuanrong who was overthinking it.
Seeing that Fu Zicheng didn't speak, Fan Yuanrong didn't bother to care. He chuckled and said, "Thank you anyway." After saying that, he took Mao'er into the car.
The car that went to the memorial service was an antique top-level commercial vehicle with an internal combustion engine. This thing has only been seen in exhibition halls. It is said to be the last internal combustion engine product of a domestic brand and the last private car in the world.
Privately customized top luxury models.
Mao'er didn't expect that the interior of the carriage, which looked too calm on the outside, would be so luxurious and comfortable. Her eyes lit up at that time, but the burning pain on her face quickly made her wake up.
Fan Yuanrong saw the excitement in Mao'er's eyes. He smiled and said: "This Ningguang Haoying was a birthday gift I gave to my lover that year.
It's a pity that she was killed before she could get into the car. She was only twenty-nine years old when she died."
Mao'er's heart trembled when he heard this, feeling sad for no reason.
Fan Yuanrong was smiling, but his eyes were completely filled with sadness and bitterness.
Recalling his past is a painful thing that exposes scars, let alone something so secret.
"At that time, I was just a small businessman who made some money by doing projects and stock speculation. I was neither rich nor powerful. So...even if I knew how my lover died, who was it?
I killed her, but I couldn't do anything. I could only pretend that nothing happened, and forcefully accepted the official 'accident'... Ha... I broke my teeth and swallowed it in my stomach. Thinking about it, I was really a coward back then." Fan Yuanrong said.
Wan looked at Mao'er and said, "Do you think I'm a coward?"
Cat didn't dare to speak, she just felt that these secrets sounded very uncomfortable.
Fan Yuanrong kept staring at Mao'er until her whole body was covered with hair before he suddenly laughed again and said: "I consider myself a coward... I also admit that I am indeed the lackey that Lao Zheng said, a lackey who has been enslaved by capital for most of his life.
, is an out-and-out loser... In fact, who in the world is not an animal controlled by capital? Countless people think they are controlling capital, but few realize that capital has quietly controlled us, just like...
…Just like we think we have tamed cats, but who would have thought that from the perspective of cats, they seem to have tamed humans.”
When Mao'er heard this, his face changed with fright. After all, the meaning of Fan Yuanrong's words was too direct. No matter how naive Mao'er was, it was impossible not to think more about it.
After Fan Yuanrong finished speaking, he laughed: "Don't be afraid. In fact, I already know who you are, and I don't have to worry about you staying with me. You will suddenly receive an order to kill me one day. Anyway, I have enough to survive, so let's just
Be more honest than me, an old pervert, holding your little girl in bed, okay?"
Mao'er was even more frightened. She clenched her fists subconsciously, as if she was ready to face her own death.
However, when she noticed the disappointment in Fan Yuanrong's eyes, she suddenly felt that maybe she had thought too much. The old man in front of her... or rather... this man, he might have been... living a very tired life.
"Strange beds, different dreams... From the time my lover died to now, it's been the same experience every night... Heh, cat, cat, when do you think these days will end?" Fan Yuanrong smiled meaningfully after saying this.
Laughing, as if he was mocking himself, mocking his seemingly prosperous and glorious life, mocking himself for even saying this, but he was still treated as a fool.
Mao'er is not stupid, she also knows that Fan Yuanrong is much smarter than her.
So after some ideological struggle, Mao'er opened her red lips and asked: "You...have always known who I am?"
Fan Yuanrong looked at her and suddenly felt pity for the child.
"It's not just you. Apart from us three bad old men and that kid from Jingyuan, I know exactly who everyone else is in this Zhuqi Pavilion... For example, the servant who was killed by Old Zheng from the air some time ago.
, you should remember her, right?"
Mao'er nodded blankly. She did remember that because that sister treated people very well, especially taking good care of Mao'er. So when Mao'er learned that she was killed by Zheng Beichuan because she made a little mistake, Mao'er
I was so angry that I almost lost control.
"She is not yours, nor ours, but she is not an ordinary person either. She is called Sister Nuan by you here, but in another place, she was trained since she was a child specifically for infiltration and surveillance.
A spy, a little monster who can show his teeth and kill people anytime and anywhere... So I just gave Lao Zheng a look, and Lao Zheng understood what he was doing, and casually slapped the dirty thing to death, which not only reassured us, but also satisfied you."
When Mao'er heard this, she was extremely shocked. She had been carefully hiding her identity for a long time. Even the person who arranged for Mao'er to enter the Zhuqi Pavilion reminded Mao'er many times that she must abide by her duties.
, before receiving an order from the organization, a cat is a cat and will never show its fangs.
However, after listening to Fan Yuanrong's words, Mao'er realized that not only had her identity been exposed, but there might even be a third person hiding around her, what a terrible experience it was. Mao'er panicked, was frightened, and was completely confused. What was she going to do?
Who is she? Just a humble girl who wants to sleep with a bad old man to alleviate the pain caused by his strange disease, or a secret agent who endures humiliation and shoulders the mission of justice?
It doesn't seem to be the case. She is neither a cat nor an agent. She is just a chess piece in a game with high positions and no control over her own destiny.
After realizing how pitiful and ridiculous she was, Mao'er cried. She cried with a smile, and Fan Yuanrong remained silent, just watching her cry until Mao'er was tired of crying, or maybe he felt that crying was boring.
, she then said: "If you knew everything, then it would be really funny to think like this..."
Fan Yuanrong looked at Mao'er and asked, "Look at your child, this world is quite ridiculous sometimes."
But Mao'er waved his hand: "No, you don't understand what I mean."
When Mao'er said these words, his whole person's temperament changed, just like the huge gap between a funny artist on stage and his return to his real self.
She was silent for a while and asked: "Do you have any cigarettes?"
Fan Yuanrong was slightly startled, then smiled and lit a cigarette for Mao'er.
In this era, cigarettes are a veritable luxury product. Nowadays, except for a small number of people who still have some stocks on hand, others can only live out their addiction in dreams.
Mao'er took the cigarette handed over by Fan Yuanrong in a stiff manner, and then coughed violently after just one puff. Fan Yuanrong felt pity for her, and quickly raised his hand to pat her back, but such an ordinary action fell on Mao'er immediately
This aroused the girl's violent resistance!
She almost bounced away and hid aside. At the same time, she said coldly: "Don't touch me!"
At that moment, Fan Yuanrong was frightened by Mao'er's eyes and tone. Only then did he realize that Mao'er was not as fragile and pitiful as he imagined.
Mao'er continued to smoke, and she coughed, but she quickly adapted to it, but it could be seen from her red eyes that she was forcing herself to accept the cigarette, just like she was forcing herself and her enemy to accept it.
It's like sleeping on the same bed and being kneaded wantonly by those rough hands all night long.
"Do you feel better?" Fan Yuanrong asked with a smile.
After Mao'er finished smoking a cigarette, he put it out with his fingers, then leaned on the seat with his eyes closed and slightly raised the corners of his lips: "I've never felt so good."