Chapter 630 First Time as Father and Son
"Young General! The Chinese army has suddenly intensified its offensive!"
"Young General, our northern defense line has been breached!"
"Young General, if this continues, we may really not be able to hold out! The reinforcements are still not arriving. Could something have gone wrong?"
In the northern battlefield of Burma, Li Shiyan's main camp is located in a dark room.
Several senior military officers stood in a row against the damp wall, listening to their subordinates report that the situation was getting worse each time. They were really uneasy!
But when he cautiously glanced at the backbone, he saw that the man was calm and composed, slowly holding a branding iron in his hand, heating it red-hot over the charcoal fire!
The room was dimly lit and filled with a nauseating musty smell.
His handsome mixed-race face had a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, and his white shirt stood out starkly against his surroundings.
"Sizzle—"
The branding iron was pressed onto the skin and flesh, making a sizzling sound like roasting meat, and a caramelized aroma instantly filled the dark room.
The man chained to the cross seemed oblivious, his head bowed as the person in front of him pressed the branding iron deeper and deeper.
The skin and flesh were sunken and rolled up, the blood was boiling, the flesh was charred black, and the heat penetrated to the bone.
The officers standing against the wall couldn't help but look away.
"Master." The person who came to the dark room this time was a woman, Ye Zhishu with fiery red lips.
"explain."
Li Shiyan tossed the branding iron back into the charcoal stove with a rather bored expression. "I hope you can bring back some more interesting news!"
"We have just received news that the capital has completely fallen, and General Dawa and the young president have both fallen into enemy hands! The Chinese army has penetrated deep into our territory and is heading straight for the north. Three army groups are surrounding us!" Ye Zhishu smiled slightly, his expression and tone showing no sign of panic.
Just like Li Shiyan, he was frighteningly calm!
"Oh? Lu Jinye has finally arrived." Li Shiyan raised his eyebrows in interest and smiled broadly. "I've been waiting for him for so long..."
"Congratulations, sir, your great revenge is about to be fulfilled!" Ye Zhishu said.
"I told you, the best show is always saved for last~ You're congratulating me a bit too soon." Li Shiyan held a handkerchief, meticulously wiping each of his fingers, lazily raising his eyes to look at the man who was tortured half to death, his tone languid, "Before you die, how about seeing your good son one last time?"
"..."
The man, covered in blood, finally reacted.
He slowly raised his head, revealing a few graying temples. His usually strong and resolute face showed a rare sign of fatigue, and his bloodshot and swollen eyes stared at Li Shiyan, filled with an unyielding stubbornness!
Li Shiyan didn't look at him, but turned his back to look at the several high-ranking officers who looked nervous.
"The capital has fallen, did you all hear that?"
"Yes... Young General." They dared not look up.
"The capital is gone, and that old bastard Dawa is useless. The Burmese are doomed, so where is there any young general?" Ye Zhishu sneered, glancing sideways at him. "The man standing before you now is the great Italian Mafia, the godfather of Iplis: Catore Stanway Lee!"
"Yes, Godfather..."
"The Burmese are gone. You only have one path left: submit to me, obey me unconditionally. That way, at least you'll have a chance to survive!" Li Shiyan stepped forward, his smile wicked. "Do you understand what I mean?"
"It's all up to the Godfather!" With no way out, we have no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The arrogant laughter faded away as the door to the dark room closed.
Still bound to the cross, Lu Zhenbang slowly dripped tears of blood from his eyes. His lips, as red as if peeled skin, trembled slightly, opening and closing repeatedly as he chanted...
"Kono, Konno, Riku Konno..."
Lu Zhenbang recalled many, many years ago.
The sky outside was very blue, the wind was gentle, and it carried the fragrance of flowers.
Lan Tian sat on a swing in the garden, holding a baby a few months old in swaddling clothes. He put his arm around her shoulder, his eyes crinkling with laughter as he teased the chubby-cheeked little one.
"I envy your ignorant and untamed nature, as you carelessly scratch your disheveled hair and laugh at others. You idly ride your ox away in the evening rain, never bothering to inquire about the ministers who helped restore the nation!"
Lu Zhenbang recited "A Gift to a Wild Child" once, then poked the child's cheek and said earnestly, "I named you Wild because I hope that when you grow up, you will always maintain your genuine and natural wildness, be unrestrained by etiquette, grow freely, and keep your life vibrant!"
"You've said that so many times, I'm sick of hearing it." Lan Tian glanced at him with a look of disdain, but there was also a hint of coquettishness in her disdain.
"I don't care, when our little Ye grows up, I'll explain it to him many times!" Lu Zhenbang smiled gently. "Isn't that right, little Ye? Daddy will recite it for you again, listen carefully... 'Envious of your innocent wildness, scratching your disheveled hair and laughing at people...'"
The baby in the swaddling clothes smiled sweetly, as if in response.
However, as Lu Jinye grew older, Lu Zhenbang and Lan Tian had less and less time to spend with him, almost none at all.
Lu Zhenbang remembers that every time he turned around, he would see that little child, only a few years old, standing in the courtyard, secretly wiping away tears, sobbing and asking Lu Jianxun where his parents had gone.
Each time he looked back, the child would grow a little older, gradually becoming a teenager. The teenager stopped crying and stopped asking where his parents had gone; he became indifferent and took it all for granted.
Everyone praised the boy for being sensible, mature, and independent.
Little did they know that the words "dependence" and "longing" were luxuries they could only utter!
This applies to Lu Jinye as a child, as well as to Lu Zhenbang and Lan Tian, who have looked back countless times throughout the long river of time!
"I'm sorry, it's Dad who's sorry..."
"I'm sorry, Ono."
There seemed to be a faint sob, but it quickly subsided and the darkness faded away.
Separated by a wall, the vast wilderness is bathed in the cold moonlight, which shines down high, accompanied by twinkling starlight.
Under the night sky, a long whistle pierced the air from a command post behind the front-line position in Myanmar, subtly suppressing the intermittent artillery fire from the battlefield ahead!
"Enemy invasion!"
"Alert! Alert!"
The Burmese soldiers shouted in panic as they ran out of their tents.
A black figure simultaneously lifted the curtain of the commander's tent and threw a bloody object out of his hand!
It rolled to a soldier's feet, who frowned and stared intently, then screamed in terror, "The head! It's the head!"
"What's so great about a head?" a soldier retorted. "Haven't you ever seen a dead person?"
"No, no!" The soldier's face turned deathly pale. "It's Colonel Kagu's head! Colonel Kagu... was killed in the attack!"
"What!?" Everyone else was dumbfounded.
The beheading of the commander is undoubtedly the most terrible thing on the front lines!
"What are you all standing there for! Seize the enemy who killed Colonel Kagu!" The deputy commander rushed out, his gun and searchlight beams all focused on the black figure in front of the tent!
The man remained standing still, his body tall and strong, the physique of a soldier, and exuding a fearless killing intent!
He wore a black military combat uniform, a fiery red patch on his chest identifying him. One eye was bandaged. Blood dripped from the blade of the knife he held in his right hand.
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