Six days later, outside Guoyun City.
There is a grave here.
Fu Xiaoguan originally thought that after so many years, the grave would no longer be visible, but he never expected that it would still be the same as yesterday.
The tombstone in front of the tomb looked like it hadn't been cleaned for some time and was covered with dust, but the three words on the tombstone were still clear: Peng Chengwu!
"Liu Jin, bring me a whisk."
Liu Jin handed over the whisk in his hand, and Fu Xiaoguan used the whisk to carefully wipe the dust off the tombstone.
Liu Jin felt a little strange. Three days ago, there was also a taller and larger monument beside Xiaohe River. His Majesty also used a whisk to carefully clean the dust on it.
His Majesty said that this is the monument of the Battle of Xiaoheyuan, and the bones of tens of thousands of soldiers are buried underneath.
Liu Jin didn't know how brutal the Battle of Xiaoheyuan was. No one knew about it except Xu Yunqing who had seen it from afar.
They were the soldiers of the First and Second Excalibur Armies. They rested here forever, and their heroic spirits also remained here, as if silently watching the earth-shaking changes taking place on this land.
His Majesty laid a wreath in front of the monument, which was made of flowers from this grassland.
His Majesty also lit incense and burned a lot of paper money, but he did not say a word, as if he was mourning silently.
At this moment, Your Majesty has come to this lonely grave again. Who is this man named Peng Chengwu?
"He was once the great general of the Northern Frontier Army, one of the people I admire most in my life."
"If it weren't for General Peng's righteousness during the Battle of Xiaoheyuan... the outcome of that battle would still be uncertain."
Fu Xiaoguan brushed off the dust on the tombstone, took the incense candle from Liu Jin, lit it, and placed it in front of the grave.
"Everyone will eventually die, and death can be as light as a feather or as heavy as Mount Tai. He chose to die as heavy as Mount Tai... That's why he deserves my respect."
He lit the paper money, which burned brightly in front of the monument.
He looked at the monument silently, with no expression of joy or sadness on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking.
After a long time, the pile of paper money burned out. He looked into the distance again and turned to go to the convoy.
…
On the other side of the grassland, Su Changsheng was looking carefully through a telescope.
He had been looking for five days along the way.
He didn't quite understand what Fu Xiaoguan was doing. Fu Xiaoguan was now the common ruler of the world, but he was actually paying tribute to the former martyrs and Peng Chengwu.
"This emperor still has some conscience."
"But it was his will that your sword forest and my knife mountain ceased to exist."
"...If it weren't for this, I don't think I would have come to kill him."
Tu Lan chuckled and squinted at Lu Xiaofeng, "Womanly kindness!"
Lu Xiaofeng smiled calmly, "Your Liao Dynasty...I'm afraid it has become a thing of the past."
"Are you so convinced that they can defeat the 450,000-strong Thunder Army?"
Lu Xiaofeng looked up into the distance, and after a few breaths, he said, "Do you think the Thunder Army can fight for their master like the Great Xia Army?"
Tu Lan was stunned, thinking about what Fu Xiaoguan had done, and shut his mouth.
Su Changsheng added, "The Thunder Army cannot defeat the Great Xia Army, even if it's 450,000 men against the Great Xia Army's 200,000."
"Then why did you start such a war?"
Su Changsheng laughed, "This world is too lonely, fighting will make it more lively."
"...That's it?" Lu Xiaofeng asked in disbelief.
Su Changsheng put down the telescope and said, "That's it, let's go."
As soon as he finished speaking, a voice sounded in the distance: "Brother, please stay!"
Su Changsheng frowned slightly and turned around slowly. Three figures rushed over and soon stood in front of him.
The fat man was holding a Mauser rifle in his hand!
"Junior brother...how are you?"
"Brother, are you okay?"
Su Changsheng laughed again and pointed at the gun in the fat man's hand: "Is it another one of my closed-door disciple's inventions? What's its name?"
"It's called a Mauser rifle."
Su Changsheng frowned slightly, his heart sinking. He had never heard of this before. This was not a good thing.
"Just the three of you?"
The other two are Su Jue and Gao Yuanyuan, and they also hold a Mauser rifle in their hands!
"You two...are you planning to attack your master this time?"
Su Jue bowed and said, "Master, he is your last disciple and our junior fellow apprentice."
"You mean... turn back?"
"...or perhaps meet Junior Brother."
"How about I kill you three first and then go see him?"
Gao Yuanyuan stepped forward and bowed, "Master... I'm afraid it won't be possible for you to fulfill your wish. Please see..."
Two more figures descended from the sky, and a voice said loudly in the air: "Su Changsheng, long time no see!"
He is You Beidou!
Another person landed in front of Su Changsheng, his face as cold as ice: "I'm here for revenge!"
He is Ning Fatian!
They were both holding Mauser rifles in their hands!
Su Changsheng raised his brows and looked at Wu Dalang, "How did you find me?"
Wu Dalang grinned, "Don't forget that Su Jue is a master of alchemy. The last time we fought at Daxianbei Mountain, he left a scent on you."
"Oh... I was careless, but," Su Changsheng's eyes swept over slowly, "but there are only five of you, and I have six."
The fat man raised his gun and aimed at Su Changsheng, "With this, I think it will be enough."
"Brother, you said a few years ago that with guns, the Jianghu would no longer be necessary. What do you think now?"
Before Wu Dalang finished his words, "Bang!" he shot Su Changsheng.
He slightly deflected the muzzle of the gun and the shot hit Su Changsheng's right shoulder. Su Changsheng was wearing bulletproof armor, but the shot still penetrated the bulletproof clip, causing Su Changsheng to stagger and cover his shoulder with his left hand.
"Junior brother, you have no moral integrity!"
"Brother, the winner is king!"
"Bang……!"
He fired the second shot, which hit Su Changsheng's left shoulder armor. A burst of blood splattered, and the other five people stood there in shock - how, how to fight this?
Su Jue and the other three also raised their guns.
"So, the era of Jianghu is really over. There is no need for Xiaoguan's divine weapon. This thing can easily take the life of a Saint."
The fat man aimed at Su Changsheng's chest, "Brother, if you don't believe me, just draw your sword and try. Oh, I forgot to tell you, that damn Thunder Army you've worked so hard on for so many years only has 450,000 soldiers! They were completely blocked by He Sandao's 20,000 men."
"He Sandao used this kind of gun. None of your so-called elite soldiers can withstand a single bullet."
"You clearly know that times have changed, so why are you so stubborn?"
The fat man's face suddenly turned cold, "Kill them!"
“Bang, bang, bang…”
A burst of dense gunfire rang out, and the Saint-level master who once shocked the continent and was so arrogant fell in a pool of blood without any ability to fight back.
He died as soon as he appeared, and died with his eyes open.
Su Changsheng was still standing because the fat man's shot hit his leg.
The fat man looked up at the sky and said, "The official said the sky is blue and waiting for rain, and he is waiting for you."
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