"What are you waiting for? What are you waiting for? The little monk asked loudly.

His facial features are from the Central Plains, his lips are red and his teeth are white, his eyes are bright, and his eyebrows are full of a round and full red mole, like a ripe cherry.

"You make it clear, and I'll go." I say.

"I've made it clear, haven't I?" He huffed, rolled over and jumped onto the offering table, staring at me condescendingly.

"Who are you? How exactly can the macaque species be eradicated? I asked.

The little monk sneered, frowned and asked, "Elimination?" What do you mean? You're going to exterminate the macaque race? It's a joke, it's a big joke. If you want to exterminate the macaque species, you must first destroy yourself - you yourself are a macaque species, and you are clamoring to exterminate the macaque species, isn't it ridiculous that you should clamor for the destruction of the macaque species? ”

I was stunned by what he said, unable to understand what he meant.

"Don't you understand? I'll finish what I said first, and I'll tell you about it slowly. The little monk said loudly.

I shook my head: "You just said that I am a macaque, what do you mean?" If I don't make that clear, I'm not going anywhere. ”

The little monk laughed loudly and shook his hands: "You are a ...... You don't even know who you are, and you want to destroy this and that. Okay, okay, there's a mirror over there, you go and look at it, you go and look at it, and see who you really are......"

He pointed to the stone pillar on the right side of the steps, smiling breathlessly.

I strode over and saw a square Buddhist shrine dug out of the stone pillar, which was more than three feet in diameter, and in it was an oil lamp, but there were no mirrors. However, the stone wall behind the oil lamp is carved with a cloud head pattern, which is indeed in the shape of a mirror.

"Where did you get any mirrors here?" I asked back.

"Light that oil lamp and you will light the mirror." The little monk said.

The base of the oil lamp is made of white crystal, and the wick is extremely thin, only a little exposed to the outside.

I didn't have a lighter or anything like that, so I couldn't do anything for a while.

"Hey, hey, you're a ...... If you are asked to hit it, you will not go, and if you are asked to light an oil lamp, you will not be able to light it. Go away, go away, look at my ......" The little monk jumped off the offering table and ran over in a bouncing manner.

I stepped aside, and the little monk stood in front of the pillar.

His method of lighting the oil lamp was extremely strange, he actually put the thumb and index finger of his right hand into his mouth, pinched a "spark" out of thin air, and sent it to the wick, and the oil lamp lit up.

Immediately, the stone wall behind the oil lamp also lit up, turning into a one-foot-square mirror.

Right now, two people appeared in the mirror, one was me and the other was a little monk.

I looked at him first, then at me, and couldn't believe my eyes, because the two of us had the same strange image in the mirror, with the same six ears.

"Six-eared macaques, macaque species, it's you and me, you know?" The little monk burst out laughing.

In the mirror, I was still me, but with four more ears growing on either side of my cheeks.

I reached out and stroked my face, and the person in the mirror raised his hand to stroke his.

Obviously, I can't touch those ears, but the person in the mirror can.

"Everything is unreal." I said to the person in the mirror.

"What is illusory and what is illusory? What you see is not necessarily illusory, and what you are around you is not necessarily virtual. The little monk said.

"You know the answer?" I took a long breath and held the pillar with both hands to keep myself calm.

"My answer may not be what you like, but it is certainly true." The monk replied.

"So, at this time...... Outside there are German armies and armored vehicles that will break into the capital at any moment? "I had to accept the fact that I was there.

It seems to me that in the world around me, there are no German troops and armored vehicles, at most only the enemy of Magellan's action team led by Legkin.

In the other world that the monk said, the German army has already arrived at the city, and the capital is in danger, and it is in urgent need of a battle to defend the capital to defend the stormy Northern Alliance.

I think this place is real, but the little monk thinks that the other place is real.

"Go, you'll know." The little monk pointed in the direction of the offering table.

"Why go?" I asked.

"Are you scared? You must be scared. The little monk laughed.

"Why do you have to go? Give me a reason. I asked.

"There are two people there, waiting for you to rescue them." The smile on the little monk's face slowly receded and became extremely serious.

"Who is it? Which two people are they? I'll ask again.

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know." The little monk became anxious, "If you believe in me, I'll go, if you don't believe me, I won't go, okay, okay, don't ask questions." ”

"And one last question, who are you?" I ignored his mood changes and broke the casserole to ask for the end.

"I'm ......," he said, adding a name.

I cried out, "Are you ...... Impossible, impossible, simply impossible! ”

The name represents an Asian figure in World War II, in the Central Plains, he was known as the "God of Field Warfare", and was also revered by his soldiers as "Zhao Zilong, the victorious general of Jiangnan". His fame is absolutely proportional to his ability, and even the highest title cannot describe his magic.

The big man joined the army at the age of fourteen, was promoted to platoon commander that year, company commander the following year, and the youngest battalion commander in the country in the third year. In the fourth year, he crossed the regimental level and was promoted to brigade commander, and later became the commander of the "First Army of the Central Plains".

In his life, he fought a hundred battles, and he was invincible, and he killed the enemy. It is said that as soon as the commander in command of the enemy army heard that he was going to fight against him, he immediately said that he was ill, and only in this way could he barely keep his name for the rest of his life.

I can't associate that big man with the little monk in front of me, that's simply impossible.

"No need to refute, no need to research, my name doesn't matter, if you don't ask, I will forget who I am." The little monk said coldly.

I have nothing to say, because he has a point. Now, it doesn't matter who he is or who I am, the only thing that matters is to solve the crisis – his crisis, my crisis.

"There, go ahead." The monk pointed to the offering table again.

"Who the hell is waiting for me to rescue?" I don't want to get confused on this issue.

"Who are you thinking about?" The little monk asked.

I only have one name in my heart - Gu Qingcheng, but she can't be there.

"Go ahead, whoever you want to save is whoever you want." The little monk nodded.

I smiled dumbly, shook my head and asked, "Do you know who the person I have in mind?" ”

The little monk paused: "You are so long-winded, so long-winded, so long-winded." ”

He waved his hand to the bottom of the steps and stomped his feet continuously: "You, you...... If I have this army of twenty-eight people in the temple, why should I use you? ”

I looked back at the statues on either side of the main hall.

Just now, I ignored their appearance and thought they were just ordinary statues of gods and Buddhas. Now judging from its appearance, appearance, clothing, and weapons, it is indeed the legendary Twenty-Eight Stars Official.

"They're statues." I say.

"They're statues, of course, but as soon as someone instills them with souls, they come back to life. Twenty-eight nights are over, and the city is finished. The little monk said.

That's the last thing I want to see, and "defending the capital" has always been a top priority.

"Look at this, your friend is really smart, and knows that you will never listen to my orders easily-" The little monk stretched out his right fist to me, and then slowly opened his five fingers.

In the palm of his hand was a diamond stud earring, a delicate one, the diamond was extremely small, only one-fifth the size of a grain of millet. However, a diamond with such a small diameter shines brightly, and I am dazzled.

"It's Gu Qingcheng's earrings." I recognized it at a glance.

When I first met Mogao Grottoes, Gu Tingcheng wore such a pair of earrings. Even in the dark cavern, it left a deep impression on me.

"Alright." The little monk grabbed my hand and put the earrings in my palm.

"Alright." I slowly grasped the earrings as if I had taken on a thousand pounds of burden.

"Go ahead." The little monk said.

This time, instead of pointing to the offering table, he pointed to the statue in the temple.

I remembered an incident mentioned in the wild history, when the big man was suppressing bandits in the northwest, resisting the enemy in the northeast, and crossing the river to pull out the village, there was often a strange advance force in the army, which was able to tear through the enemy's blockade line under extreme conditions, kill a bloody road, and complete a breakthrough mission that ordinary people would never try. It is said that the advance force consisted of twenty-eight men, and their appearance was fierce and ugly, far from that of ordinary people.

It is with the help of this advance team that the big man can be invincible, invincible, and establish a peerless feat.

Now, he stood here, looking at the statues with a passionate and deep gaze, as if he were looking at a good brother who had been born and died with him.

It's hard for me to sort out the relationship between him and the statue, and many of the episodes in those wild histories are too vague to be believed. But as soon as he confessed that he was that person, I knew that we were about to face a terrible battle.

"There are some legends, and they are really moving." I say.

"Legends are not just legends, those people and those stories are true, so that those legends have roots and souls, in order to move and attract people." The little monk said.

"I know that the legendary big man has a magical advance team by his side, which played a decisive role in the battle to cross the river, making the impossible possible." I say.

In the history of China and foreign countries, there is only one truly commendable "crossing the river", and that is the one led by a big man. The enemy on the other side could never have imagined that someone could cross the moat with only one iron chain and annihilate the three hundred defenders in the bridgehead in one fell swoop.

It was a miracle in military history, and so far, no one has been able to replicate it.

Of course, if you associate the advance party with the Twenty-Eight Nights, then it is easy to understand. In front of the Twenty-Eight Nights, any American-style equipment and elite soldiers are all rabble, vulnerable to attack.

"They are my brothers." The little monk finally admitted, "It's my best brother." Without them, there would be no me. They have made history and created my prestige, but now they can only be silently imprisoned here, and they cannot be reborn. Now it's time for me to save them. ”

"How to save?" I asked.

"What do you say?" He had tears in his eyes and laughed at me.

"I don't know." I let out a long sigh and walked over to the offering table.

For the sake of Gu Qingcheng, I am willing to do anything, even if I know that the front is full of danger.

I slowly crouched down, shrunk under the offering table, and then pulled down the curtain to cover myself.

There are many examples of time travel in human history, and this is the first time I have experienced such a thing.

"Ambition dies before it is rewarded, and the hero is full of tears...... The ambition dies before the body is rewarded, and the hero is full of tears...... Tears filled ......" the little monk's chant gradually lowered.

Outside became silent, and time seemed to freeze, passing very slowly.

I felt like I had been hiding under the offering table for about ten minutes, when suddenly someone came running up and knelt down on one knee in front of the offering table, making a thud when his knee touched the hard ground.

"Marshal, there is an urgent situation in the west of the city, seventeen of the twenty-five strongholds in the birch forest have been lost, the enemy's armored vehicles have advanced to half of the woods, and the marshal's mansion is already within the enemy's firing range." The man on his knees shouted loudly.