Chapter 75: Heroes Suffer a Lot

In the late spring of the 37th year of Emperor Zong Ming, General Zhang sent 100,000 troops to the border of Yuzhou to fight with the Daqing army.

At the beginning of the great victory, the Daqing commander Liu Xuanqi almost fled with his armor and weapons abandoned. General Zhang led his troops in pursuit and killed more than 10,000 enemies.

Later, Daqing commander Liu Xuanqi gathered the remnants of the defeated army in the Hengjie Mountains. After receiving the news from the scouts, General Zhang made a prompt decision and decided to decide the outcome of the battle in one battle.

However, when the army entered the Hengjie Mountains, they were surrounded by the armies of Dayong, Dayue, and Daqi! The exhausted Dayue soldiers were no match for the well-rested coalition forces. Under the desperate escort of a group of personal guards, General Zhang was shot by several arrows and was seriously injured and dying. He barely managed to escape.

But out of Dayue's 100,000 soldiers, only a thousand or so managed to break out of the encirclement.

Gong Shangguo's eyes swept over the letter.

Over and over again.

He didn't know when his palms had been clenched together, with such ferocious force that it seemed as if his nails were digging into his flesh. Veins were throbbing, and a feeling that even he couldn't explain suddenly hit his heart.

He was clearly standing on the ground, but his whole body seemed to be sliding down and down, as if he was falling into a bottomless abyss.

"Dayong, Dayue, Daqi, and Daqing."

Gong Shangguo looked at him blankly. "Four nations' coalition forces, to attack together?"

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

The shopkeeper had never read the letter and had no idea what kind of news would make this usually calm, composed and indifferent young master look so bewildered.

Gong Shangguo ignored it, or rather, he seemed to be unable to hear any sound for a moment.

I don't know how I ended up on the street. It was clearly the imperial capital, but there were very few people on the street.

Occasionally, people passed by and walked on both sides of the road, with their heads lowered and walking quickly, not even daring to raise their heads.

Gong Shangguo looked around and saw that beside him were thousands of houses that families used to shelter themselves from the wind and rain.

Tears unconsciously slid down from the corners of his eyes, his throat rolled but he couldn't utter a word. Even breathing seemed extremely difficult and painful. An invisible big hand grabbed his neck, making it impossible for him to breathe.

The universe is vast, and I am alone.

I couldn't help but shed tears.

Before he knew it, Gong Shangguo had walked to the gate of a small courtyard.

His consciousness seemed to have returned to his body only at this time. Gong Shangguo paused and stared at the familiar gate of the courtyard.

Of course, he is very familiar with this place.

Mohist Martial Arts School.

The place where he first met Mo Qiu and Gu Dan.

At that time, he had just arrived in the imperial capital from Yuzhou. He had great ambitions in his heart and wanted to make a career. It would be best if he could clear up the world, overthrow the alchemists, and restore order to the world.

It was not until I competed with Moqiu that I realized there is always someone better than you.

It has been fifteen years now!

In fifteen years, a lot has changed.

The alchemist ran away without doing anything; Mo Qiu founded the Mohist school and became famous; the situation in Dayue was turbulent and precarious. But this small courtyard was the only one that still stood there quietly, and the people inside had never changed, and even looked like they were in their twenties or thirties. Times had changed, but the people inside had always stayed there, as if they had retained the years and worn away the marks, making people unconsciously calm down.

Gong Shangguo stood there, as if he had traveled through time and returned to the first time he came here.

No wonder Brother Mo always likes to come here and sit for a while. Here, what remains are not only people, but also the ambitions of the past.

His true self when he was young is hidden in this yard.

After a pause, Gong Shangguo straightened his appearance. After a while, he bowed and chanted as usual: "My dear Gong Shangguo, I heard that this place is great, so I came to pay a visit!"

In the yard, Gu Dan, who was coaxing Cang, was stunned when he heard the familiar voice.

For a moment, time seemed to have traveled back to that ordinary afternoon in the 22nd year of Zong Ming.

How can the golden wind and jade dew meet? The heroes of the world are among them!

When he looked up, he saw a man standing in front of the door.

The man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and was handsome. There was a look of compassion in his eyes. He was wearing a white robe, which was stained with mud and yellow. Needless to say, he was covered in dust. Standing there at this moment, he looked extremely distressed, like a surprised visitor in the world.

Gu Dan had seen this look on another person who looked nothing like Gong Shangguo.

Looks like it. Very similar.

After handing the Cang in his arms to Xun Ke and winking at Qin Lisheng, Gu Dan walked forward and asked, "What do you want?"

"My name is Gong Shangguo. I heard that there is a miraculous doctor in the Mohist Martial Arts School who has the ability to bring people back to health and save lives, so I came here to pay him a visit." Gong Shangguo said.

Xun Ke, who was standing by, was stunned.

What are these two people doing? Qin Lisheng looked left and right, and suddenly realized what Gu Dan meant by his eyes.

There is something wrong with the thinking of these two people. We must ask Master Mo to come and see them!

He immediately sneaked away quickly.

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Gu Dan laughed and said, "You have good taste."

He stood up, walked towards Gong Shangguo, and gave him a hug without hesitation, "Welcome back."

Gong Shangguo finally smiled, and his compassion and hardship faded away. He said, "Long time no see."

Gong Shangguo looked at Gu Dan, suppressed all his troubled thoughts, and started chatting, "It seems that Brother Mo was right to send Cang to you to take care of. After not seeing you for a few months, you are becoming more and more 'human'."

"If there is a little guy making noises around you every day, you will also be more human." Gu Dan shrugged, looking helpless.

The two looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter.

Fifteen years is just a few words, after all, nothing remains unchanged.

"It seems that I came at the wrong time?"

In front of the courtyard gate, Mo Qiu stood there, staring at the two of them with a suspicious look on his face.

"No, you came just in time!"

Gu Dan clapped his hands and said, "There isn't much else here, but there is always enough wine and meat!"

As he said this, he returned to the house and brought out the Soul-Breaking Shao, which was already an aged wine.

Even a martial arts master would not be able to handle this wine if he drank too much.

Then he took out a few side dishes and placed them on the stone table in the yard.

The three of them sat together, no longer discussing the world's situation or thinking about the future.

Old friends meet again, joking and laughing.

After three rounds of drinking, his face turned red.

Gong Shangguo stretched his feet on the table without any dignity and chanted: "The mountains and rivers separate our two hearts, what is the point of wanting to hold the stars. With a bloody sword in hand, but unable to kill the traitor, I sigh that heroes are separated by life and death and suffer danger."

Mo Qiu pushed aside the empty wine barrel in front of him and continued, "I ask the heavens with great indignation! I ask the heavens, when will I return from the thousands of miles of crossing the mountains and rivers? I ask the heavens, when will the waning moon be reunited? I ask the heavens, when will I be able to wield the three-foot sword again!"

Gu Dan stood up and staggered to chant: "Kill all the traitors and the temple will be at peace, and my ambitions will be relaxed. The thief leader was offered to Longquan, but why is the emperor so sad and resentful? Oh my God, are you also afraid of the traitors and can't say anything!"

The three of them said in unison: "The wind and snow broke the tiles of the house and the sky was dangerous. Why do you have to show off your majesty over the people? It is difficult to bury the hero's grievances. Where can you go to avoid the wind and cold when you are so angry?"

The wine was getting stronger and stronger, and I had a dream of a yellow millet.

(End of this chapter)