Chapter 52
"Little Cotton, this is the last battle. After this battle, the sea will be peaceful and the river will be clear." Bai Lie and Yun Mian rode side by side on horses, standing on a high place and looking down at the hundreds of thousands of troops below.
Yun Mian nodded gently: "After the empire is settled, will you get married?"
Bai Lie's originally serious expression suddenly froze, and then his cheeks slowly turned red. He coughed dryly and said, "When this battle is over, I will go to His Majesty to ask for an imperial decree, and then marry her home in a grand sedan chair with eight bearers."
His future wife was also the daughter of a military commander. Yun Mian had seen her before. She was a woman whose smile was as beautiful as the rippling water of a lake.
In a flash, several years passed. The eldest brother had married, the second brother was also selecting a princess, and Yun Mian finally fulfilled his original promise.
In the battle with the Snowland Kingdom, she won the greatest victory with the least casualties. After this battle, the name of the young general spread throughout the four continents. She also climbed to the position of general step by step with her strategy and military achievements.
Today's battle is the last battle of Daqing's conquest of the world.
It was the final battle between Daqing and Snowland Kingdom.
The bright red flags of the army fluttered in the cold wind. Yun Mian pulled the reins, and the horse under him snorted restlessly.
"Pass the order." Yun Mian's voice was broken by the wind, but soon condensed into a beam, colder and more awe-inspiring than the wind and snow: "Attack the city!"
The trumpet sounded mournfully, and the order to attack the city resounded across the battlefield in an instant. In this battle, the Daqing soldiers were full of unstoppable momentum, like a sharp knife piercing straight into the enemy's softest organs.
This was the final and most fatal blow.
The heavy city gate was pushed open by the combined efforts. Yun Mian stood on a high place and looked down. Suddenly, she smiled at Bai Lie beside her and said, "Look, I've said it before. I'm the most generous person."
I wonder if my second brother likes this gift for his accession to the throne?
The two generals were watching the battle and chatting from a high place, while the last piece of land below was finally completely branded with the mark of Daqing.
The four countries were finally unified. As Yunmian said, from then on, the world was finally settled.
When everything was in ruins, a new monarch came to the throne and issued a general amnesty. From then on, all his achievements were recorded in history books, some in rich colors, some in vivid and brilliant form.
Yunmian lay in a rocking chair, listening to her mother telling her about the dangers of the struggle for the throne. As she listened, she yawned, slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.
She hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time since she started conquering the world.
Now, listening to my mother's voice with a hint of smile, my heart, which had been restless for a long time, slowly calmed down.
She had a long dream.
There are no weapons and cavalry, no battlefields and camps, no desert sand, and no conquests of the world in the dream.
Only her mother held her gently on her knees, holding her tender little hands and gently stroking them on the rough paper.
"Little Cotton, how do you pronounce this word?"
"Little Cotton, do the clouds in the sky look like a puppy?"
"Little cotton..."
The fragmented memories in those recollections were suddenly connected into lines, and then condensed into white pages of a book. With the familiar and warm voice, they were turned over, remembered, and hidden away bit by bit.
Until one day, Yunmian suddenly saw a hint of silver on her mother's head. She stood behind her mother in a daze for a long time, then slowly laid herself on her back which was no longer straight, rubbed her face affectionately like when she was a child, and whispered childish words that she hoped her mother would always be young and beautiful.
Her mother fought for a piece of sky for her where she could fly freely. She also held up the sky that was constantly sinking and squeezing for her second and third sisters and all the women in the world, allowing them to have a moment of respite.
But after her, will there be anyone else who will stand up?
There will definitely be new girls who will become generals, top scholars, and members of various industries.
"Host, it's time for us to leave." The system's gentle voice sounded.
Yun Mian took a last look at the clear blue sky outside the window and slowly closed her eyes.
"Current world mainline mission progress: 104 percent.
Side quest progress: 100 percent."
Yun Yi fell in a pool of mud in a daze. He escaped from the imperial mausoleum and thought he would be wanted by the whole world. However, after hiding for many days, he did not hear any news of any search by the government.
Then he realized that he did not escape, but was released on purpose.
Someone saw that he was in a mess and approached him with pity, trying to help him out of the mud.
But when I got closer, I heard an almost insane laugh coming from his mouth. When I listened carefully... he was cursing the newly enthroned emperor and the young general Yun Mian. All kinds of insults were unbearable to hear.
The passerby's expression changed again and again, and finally he retracted his outstretched hands, flicked his sleeves fiercely, spit on this traitor, and walked away as if he had seen nothing.
No wonder he was covered in dirt. This man was swearing so much. If he didn't look like a madman, he would have reported to the police and had him arrested!
How could he slander the new emperor and the general?
Yun Yi watched the man approach and then go away with a dejected look in his eyes, just like... just like his previous life which seemed like a dream.
Why did God let him be reborn again?
If he had not been reborn, he would still be the high and mighty emperor, the Son of Heaven cheered by tens of millions of people all over the world, instead of being like now... like a mad dog, listening to passers-by singing the exploits of the new emperor and hearing people talk about which city Yunmian had conquered.
What do they know? They are all lowly people! This world should belong to him, Yun Yi. He is the son of heaven, and he is the one who is destined by heaven! !
"I am... the Emperor..."
"Yunmian, Yunmian...you must be back too, right?"
"You hid it so well, so well..."
"I, I will kill you...blind people! I am the emperor. Why should Yunchen, Yunchen, a cripple,..."
Suddenly, mud and water splashed everywhere, and a copper coin was thrown in front of him like alms.
Yun Yi looked up in a daze, but he only heard the conversation between this man and his companion as they walked further and further away: "Look at him pitifully, one copper coin can buy a steamed bun to fill his stomach..."
Look at him pitifully.
Look at him pitifully...
Yun Yi picked the copper coin out of the mud and water, stared at it for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and laughed.
He has been pretending to be pitiful for the past two lifetimes, using this as a way to climb up step by step, stepping on those dry bones step by step, but only today, only today... no one is willing to lend him a hand.
He held the copper coin in his hand and bought a steamed bun under the disgusted gaze of the stall owner.
The steamed bun was soft and white. When the stall owner handed it to him, he looked at the mud in the cracks of his fingernails and his hands that had not been washed for a long time, and for a moment he did not dare to take it.
"Take it. You have hands and feet. What's your ability just to beg for food? I also want to advise you to register a household registration, plant two acres of thin land, and live a good life in the future..."
Yun Yi forgot what the stall owner said afterwards. He just felt the noise, and hurriedly snatched the steamed bun and ran away, like a dog that had fallen into the water and was being chased.
"Mianmian, do you want to see the plot of your previous life that was not interfered with?" The system still asked the same question that it must ask every time you leave the mission world.
As soon as Yunmian returned to the temporary residence this time, she turned into the small size she was when she was just bound. At this moment, she was lying in the soft quilt, rubbing herself comfortably. After hearing the system's words, she sat up with messy hair, was in a daze for a few seconds, and shook her head blankly.
The system was not surprised. After getting the answer, it quickly said: "Then let's take a look at the task reward!"
"Reward?" Yun Mian repeated the word doubtfully, and said blankly with a chicken coop hair, "Uncle System, didn't you say before that there is no reward for completing tasks?"
"Yes, our headquarters is not responsible for issuing salaries." The system flew in front of her and stopped, saying happily: "But! The small world can pay us, just like a waiter collects tips. In fact, both worlds have rewards!"
It’s just that it and the host teleported too quickly in the previous world, and the reward from the mission world has not been sent yet.
"What's the reward?" Yun Mian knelt on the bed holding a pillow, her eyes sparkling: "Is it money?"
System: “…No.”
So the eyes that were bright just now suddenly dimmed.
The system said with a smile: "It's just something that is countless times more valuable than money. Do you really not want to know?"
Yunmian hugged the pillow and buried her head in the quilt again, not wanting to talk.
The system could only fly above her head with a 3D surround voice: "This is the blessing of the world consciousness, Mianmian. It is what humans call merit. Do you know what merit is? It is a super powerful thing!"
Yunmian knew, of course. She climbed out of bed again and asked softly, "What can you do with more merits?"
"..." The system thought for a long time and said hesitantly: "Maybe it can make your luck better? And resist monsters? And live longer and healthier?"
When you reach the small world of cultivating immortals, you can even become a god or an immortal with the help of your huge merits!
But these were too far away from Yunmian. She only focused on one question: "Can merit be transferred?"
The system froze for a second: "... maybe, maybe not?"
The child who had just stood up fell back into the bed, continuing to be autistic and unwilling to speak.
The system knew that the host had been very busy and stressed in the previous mission world, so after thinking about it, it decided not to disturb her.
After Yunmian slept soundly for a whole day and night in her temporary residence, it finally flew to Yunmian with great effort, dragging a golden turntable.
Without waiting for Yunmian to wonder, it quickly explained: "This is a reward issued by our headquarters in the first world. Mianmian, you can participate in the lottery. It is very likely that you will win something good."
Yun Mian poked the turntable with her finger, but before she could move, she found that another burst of golden light came out from Uncle System and fell on her.
"This is the merit, but you won't be able to see it unless there are special circumstances when you go to the mission world." The system said excitedly: "It's just right to distribute the merit now, so that you, Mianmian, will be luckier in the lottery than before, and you might really get something good!"
It is the only system that cannot use the points mall, so at least for now it seems more excited than Yunmian about being able to get something from the General Administration.
Under the system's impatient urging, Yunmian, who had just had enough sleep and was fully rested, was also aroused by curiosity.
Everyone stared at the turntable nervously, and when Yun Mian put her fingers on it to fiddle with it, they couldn't help but hold their breath.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop..."
"Good luck, good luck, good luck..."
Amid the nervous murmurs of the system, the turntable finally slowly came to a stop.
Yunmian secretly opened her closed eyes a little.
The system hit her with a bang, and the electronic sound was trembling: "Cotton cotton cotton cotton cotton cotton!!! Good stuff! It's really good stuff!!"
I'll update the 4,000 nutrient solution I owe you. I'll update tomorrow!
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution:
18 bottles of flowers;
37002287, Yunjin Yingqingsong 10 bottles;
A ball of plush, 5 bottles of Yunjiang;
2 bottles of Jing;
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