For a Prosperous World

The scorching sun burned hot, and the weather in July was hot and stuffy. The dull air was pressing down on the school ground, and a business was reading aloud in the barracks.

"Fall in brave battles, repeatedly break through powerful enemies in battle, and build several pieces of merit, but reward each person for cultivating two acres of land, and one for gold, to prove our army's heart."

"Because the number of trapped troops is less than three hundred, it is difficult to form a battle. The army is temporarily dismissed, the soldiers are returned, and the forces of the trapped troops cannot be passed on to others. They will become new troops in the future."

"So far." Gu Nan put away the papers in his hand: "You understand?"

In front of her, the scattered soldiers stood there, as if they had released their strength from the whole body, and could not stand upright.

"General." A soldier raised his head and smiled bitterly: "Do you really let us go?"

"Do you still want to go back?" Gu Nan asked lightly.

"General!" A man with red eyes yelled, "Treat the army, become the first army that day!"

"What you want is unpaid, you dare not leave!"

The other person shivered with both hands: "Become an army, let everyone remember, and everyone dare not forget!"

"Otherwise."

"Unknown, don't dare to see old people!"

"Unknown, don't dare to see old people!"

Gu Nan was black-faced, and in that roar, yelled out, "You wait, really don't want to be human!"

"Remember the fame, what about the family members? No education?"

"All killed from the blood!"

He said, pointing to the empty sign on the wall: "Those people are dead! I just let you come back! What do you want to do, go back to death !?"

No one, no more words.

让 "Let you go back, don't understand people!"

"After finishing your own work, go get the paperwork!"

I glanced deeply at everyone.

"Live well."

I finished talking and turned away.

He left only two hundred men standing in the barracks and stood there unwillingly, but what if he was unwilling?

I wiped my face, knelt down, bowed to the wall, and got up to leave.

拜 Let ’s worship and leave.

Xu Gaojin tidy his paving neatly, tied a few pieces of luggage, and carried it on his back.

Xu took a deep breath, walked out of the barracks door, glanced around, and the figures were scattered.

Yun Mo's eyes were sour and he grinned.

Is it a joke?

After all, it became a joke.

I felt empty for a moment, as if there was nothing left.

I carried my luggage and left alone.

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The country road was mixed with the smell of earth. The simple paved pavement of blue slate could not drive, and a figure came alone.

I stepped on a fallen branch on the bluestone slab, and watched the village not far away.

I saw the stinking death row in front of me, and the brazier night in the army, and I heard the staggering shouting of swordsmen in my ear. It seems that smoke is rising.

came back?

He asked himself, where did he dare not come back in a dream?

I walked in all the way, it rained last night, and the morning air still smelled of dew.

No one was on the road, and no one could recognize him.

I stood in front of a simple concierge with a few pieces of wood on the side, high in and reached out my hand, trying to knock the door, but my hand stopped in the air.

He didn't know what to say and what to say when he saw the people inside.

"Bang, bang."

In the end, Gao Jin knocked on the door. An old woman opened the door.

She had gray hair and was wearing a gray cloth. Her eyes could not be seen clearly, and she saw the person standing in front of her door.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at him, but the whole man was there.

"Go in?"

"Mother ..."

On the edge of the old fence, the tall soldier stood in front of the woman, wearing armor, and his lips trembled, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying.

"I am back."

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来 "Come, go in, eat." The wrinkles on the old woman's face all smiled together.

I held a bowl of bean rice in my hand and handed it to my child.

"唉 ··" Gao Jin took the bowl and took two pieces of wood to rip it in his mouth. The bean rice asked very badly, and he also had a heavy smell.

But he seemed to be eating the most delicious food in the world, gorging on it, leaving some water in his eyes, and falling into the bowl, mixing it into his mouth.

"Eat slowly, eat slowly." The old woman reached out her trembling hand, and touched her advanced cheek.

"Just come back ..."

Batu bean rice is mixed with dry fish.

Gao Jinjin's face like Tie Zhu couldn't help it anymore, and wrinkled together, tears streaming down.

He seemed to be back in the flames of war.

His brother took himself to the sword ~ ​​www.novelmtl.com ~ Looking at where he fell, Gao Jin wanted to rescue him.

He scolded the goods.

"What can I save, kill Lao Tzu!" His eyes were full of anger: "Kill these turtles and grandchildren! We are in the army, we must be famous!"

And the guy who counts arrows in the corner and sits in that corner.

He couldn't get up no matter how he pulled him.

He just said, "Gao Jin, I will tell you that my mother-in-law is really the best woman in the world."

"It's a pity." Tears all over his face: "I can't go back."

"You have to live well ... the old lady in your family hasn't taken care of it yet."

One day, he asked the general, "General, is there really a world without war?"

"Who knows?" The general smiled casually: "No, we killed one."

"Hahaha." The army behind them all laughed, and the laughter aroused the jackdaw on a dead tree by the road.

"Okay! Just kill one!"

Framed Army ...

Framed Army ...

"Crap." Gao Jin stopped the wood in his hand, and the hand holding the bowl paused there.

Red eyes.

Xuan barely smiled: "Mother, I took the military merits, but I have two acres of land, so I don't have to live like that."

Hundreds of years later, a man named Gao Shun regained his reputation as the enemy of the battlefield. Seven hundred soldiers were called the world's strong army.

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On the empty school ground, Gu Nan stood against the black army under the wind. She dug a pit in the school ground, put in the jars that could not be returned, and slowly buried them with sand ...