Maybe for Wu Jianglang, they don't have so many thoughts, but for Confucianism and politicians like Sima Shushui, Wu Jianglang is an unstable factor, and when they are high, the best solution is not to canonize and reward to appease the army, but to let those veterans all die!

This person is dead, what reward do you need, isn't it enough to go down in history?

Therefore, the Wujiang Lang who died in the border plug is the best Wujiang Lang!

On the contrary, if Biansai is stable, then how should this group of Wujianglang be arranged, they are so strong, there are many of them, and their fame and merit far surpass their group of literati who play tricks in the court.

Do you really want to let Wu Jianglang enter the center of power and break the system and relationship network established by the elite group, before you know that you regret it?

"But, but in this way, wouldn't Wu Jianglang have resentment and want to rebel?"

"Rebellion?"

Sima Shushui continued to walk forward, and he said: "No, because there are disgruntled soldiers, sooner or later they will die on the battlefield, even if they are lucky and don't die, do you think that Qin Tianjian eats dry food?"

Some of the Qin Heavenly Prison officials are mountain and sea officials, monitoring them, and even making obstructions from them.

Once the unstable factors are discovered, they will immediately take the black hand, either to cause a ferocious frenzy, or to kill these disgruntled veterans with despicable measurements.

"Okay, don't pay attention to any Wujianglang, don't see the urgent report they sent," Sima Shushui: "The most important thing for you now is to find this place, and then do everything you can to ask your seniors to go out of the mountain." ”

"Yes!"

"In addition, the current situation is so chaotic, I can't let my Qin Tianjian family bear it," Sima Shushui: "The elders of the pavilion have already discussed, and it is time to launch the [twenty-one] meeting, it's time for this group of old immortals to make a contribution!"

【Side plug】

The beast was temporarily repulsed, but what was left behind was the heavy casualties of Wujianglang, and the broken ruins that could not be seen as far as the eye could see.

The blood on the armor has long congealed and turned black, but for half a month, they have not slept endlessly, and the armor has not left their bodies for a moment, however, even if they have increased their vigilance tenfold, no matter how much they resist at any cost, Wujiang Lang has suffered heavy casualties after this battle.

At least twenty percent of Wu Jianglang died under this beast frenzy, and forty percent were seriously injured and three percent were lightly injured...

"It's time ... ”

In the distance, a figure stood naked, with rusty armor hanging from his waist, holding a strange spear that was eight feet long, and at his feet were countless beast corpses.

Long, unkempt hair fluttered in the blood-soaked wind, and messy black whiskers were stained with the sticky blood of the beast.

He was like falling from the sky, one person, just one person, but he stubbornly blocked the fierce beast frenzy that Wujiang Lang of the Nine Ring City Defense could barely stop.

"This shot is a drain spring... Chen Wu looked up excitedly at the strong man who suddenly came to help: "Are you the deputy minister?!"

"Go back and tell Huo Jinju!"

Suddenly, a strong man like a savage shouted at Chen Wu: "The time has come to refine the artifact, Wujiang Lang... ”

The strong man looked at the sky that almost collapsed because of the violent demonic power: "It's time to go home." ”

"Deputy Minister!

Seeing that the strong man did not return to the city, but continued to rush towards the depths of the mountain and sea world, Chen Wu wanted to call him back, but at this moment, an undead fierce beast suddenly returned to the light.

"Roar!!"

In the roar of the beast, in the splash of blood, a sword pierced through the heart of the beast, and he killed the beast, but also completely lost an arm.

After the battlefield was cleaned, watching the corpses being put into the coffins, and then putting these coffins into the middle of the painting, the bleeding man could not cry.

The brothers who were born and died took the first step, and the robe that shared weal and woe forever closed his eyes...

In the wind and sand, two empty sleeves are flying.

"Brother Mu. ”

looked at the veteran in front of him, since Chen Wu joined the army, he has been leading, teaching, and helping him, and finally, exchanging his two arms for his two lives: "I, I'm not worthy of you doing this." ”

"Do you remember what Lao Tzu said before?"

Losing his arm also means that he can no longer hold a weapon, and such a waste person can't be a Wujiang lang.

"I can exchange your life with an arm, it's worth it," Mu Xiongcheng's words, with a trace of reluctance and nostalgia, he looked at Chen Wu and said in a deep voice: "But now, I have nothing to exchange for your life." ”

"Brother Mu. ”

"It would be nice if I could still pick up arms," Mu Xiongcheng's eyes were slightly red: "In that case, I can take this rotten life and exchange another life." ”

"Don't do this, it's enough, my life is worth no more than yours. ”

"But in my eyes," Mu Xiongcheng, "the life of any rabbit cub is more valuable than that of me, a veteran." ”

He is old, although he is full of experience, but the dark wounds in his body, as well as his increasingly aging body, are actually almost unable to support it, so if he can leave an extra piece of the blood of a good son of Wujiang under the fate of being destined to die on the battlefield, he will die blindly.

"Wu Jianglang doesn't need a veteran to save him!"

"How beautiful the words are," Mu Xiongcheng: "It's not that Lao Tzu saved it twice." ”

Chen Wu clenched his fists, not because of Mu Xiongcheng's words, but because he hated his own incompetence, as a cadre of Wujianglang, but he was like a wreck, and he couldn't achieve anything.

"Brother Mu, you," Chen Wu: "Have you started a family?"

"Hmm. ”

"Son?"

"Hey, what a son, it's a girl," Mu Xiongcheng: "I'm almost nineteen years old." ”

"But I haven't seen her, the day the child was born, I joined the army with this outfit," Mu Xiongcheng: "Come to think of it, it's been almost twenty years... ”

How many years?

For many years, Wu Jianglang did not return home alive.

"Go home, Brother Mu," Chen Wu: "You still have a daughter, she must want to see that heroic father who has never seen before, right?"

As he spoke, Chen Wu turned around and left, and it was at this time that Mu Xiongcheng's voice came: "General, can I, a cripple, still call myself Wujianglang in the future?"

How can a wasted man who has lost his arms dare to call himself Wujianglang and discredit Wujianglang?

"Brother Mu, do you regret it, do you regret coming to be this Wujiang Lang?"

At this moment, the air was terrifyingly quiet.

A man who has dedicated the most precious time of his life to this profession and to this side, but now, he has lost both arms, and when he goes back, he may not be able to find any good jobs, and he may have to face hardships in the second half of his life.

"Their remains, I will take them back to the white servant. ”

Mu Xiongcheng stood there with his back to Chen Wu, and Chen Wu also stood still, they were all waiting for the answer they wanted from each other.

Suddenly, Mu Xiongcheng smiled, he raised his head and chest, and walked forward without confusion: "No regrets in this life, Wujianglang。。。。。。 ”