In such a heartfelt outpouring, Yanagihara Maeko slowly fell asleep.

It's that dream again.

These days, somehow, Yanagihara Maemitsu has the same dream every night.

There was a gray sky, a boiling black cloud, a cold sword light, a meteor-like cannonball, a rising gunsmoke, and a splash of blood, but there was no sound, and there was a terrible dead silence in the air.

Yanagihara Maemitsu saw a man dressed in Japanese samurai armor, with a black flag on his back, and a long knife in his hand rushing in front of him, he unconsciously raised his hand and fired a shot, opening a bloody hole in his chest, and the long knife in the opponent's hand also slashed his neck.

The samurai looked down at the hole in his chest, and steaming blood spurted out, reminding Yanagihara of the well in his hometown.

The samurai fell, and Yanagihara Maemitsu turned his head to see a Japanese officer in black clothes and a hat on his head, lying quietly in the dirt, his face blurred with black and red blood, and the knife in his hand had been broken. His eyes were still stubbornly open, staring fixedly at the gloomy sky, maybe he saw his father, right? Or is it the girl he loves? Yanagihara Maemitsu didn't know his name and couldn't recognize who he was.

The pain pierced his consciousness like an arrow, and the dream was so real, but he didn't die after all.

The people who have lived on their land for generations must have died out by now, right?

They are heroes, but no one will remember.

The samurai who had poured into the city on the corpses of their enemies, laughed and cut off the heads of their captives, and ostentatiously picked at the tips of their spears had disappeared into the blood and fire of the birth of New Japan.

Those warriors were accustomed to die proudly with their heads held high, or, humbly, under the iron hoof.

The cold light of the broken knife pierced his eyes.

The hard-hearted old men loyal to the old territories may cut their wrists and write down the last history of the samurai in blood, and then the words will be reduced to ashes in the raging fire.

History doesn't need losers to write.

Japan is facing a sea change!

Yanagihara looked into the distance through the darkness, and the rekindled light burned violently in his eyes.

He gritted the words between his teeth one by one: "A new era is coming!" ”

At this time, a voice seemed to ask him: "New era...... Is there an era of peace without war? …… Just like what is depicted in "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring"? ……”

"Nope! Where there is life, there will be war. This world does not need a paradise, it is absolutely harmonious, so there will be no progress. It will decay in place until it destroys itself. The war will continue, on an unprecedented scale, and it will be a war for the whole world. Everything that decays will be destroyed, and we will give birth to new worlds from the ruins! ”

He muttered, he didn't know what he was talking about, but there was a magic to it.

"We will inaugurate this era, and history will remember my name!" He said, "I am a pioneer and forge ahead of this era!" ”

Yanagihara Maemitsu woke up suddenly, he touched his neck that still had a residual feeling of pain, it was smooth and smooth, and there was no wound, but Yanagihara Maemitsu still felt a lot of sticky and wet liquid, and he put his hand in front of his eyes in horror to look at it.

Fortunately, it's sweat, not blood.

Yanagihara put his hand down and let out a long breath.

"Lin Jun, were you reminding me just now?" Yanagihara asked silently and stood up from the futon. At this moment, he felt two sharp eyes looking at him, and he couldn't help but turn around, but he didn't see anyone.

Yanagihara Qianguang was uneasy, he stepped forward to say goodbye to Chen Wan in a hurry, then went out, got into the carriage, and left Xianliang Temple.

"The Oriental devil is gone."

In the distance, the sunspot who was lying in the corner of a shop warehouse whispered to Zhu Xueyan.

Zhu Xueyan held a small telescopic claircase with a brass coat and looked out through the gap in the wall.

"I didn't expect this dog to have a short life, and he died so quickly." Zhu Xueyan said hatefully.

"Yes! Cheaper this dog officer. Kuroko said.

"The Oriental devil also came to burn incense for him, just rush this piece, he is not a good thing!" Zhu Xueyan took a sip, she had forgotten at the moment that it was precisely the person she wanted to kill who she called "Dog Officer", who beat away the Orientals and recovered Mosswan.

"Do you really want to kill this Oriental devil?" Kuroko asked.

"Why not? The Oriental devil killed so many of us in Moss Bay, just to take revenge on this devil leader! Zhu Xueyan said.

"The chief helmsman didn't say that he wanted us to do Oriental devils, let's do it rashly, will the chief helm blame us for being troublesome......"

"The chief helm also hates Oriental devils, and it's nothing to kill one."

"The car was small, and he should be sitting on the edge of the baffle." Kuroko stared at Yanagihara Maeko's carriage and said, "That board shouldn't be very thick. ”

"The board is not thick, but even if the arrow is shot through, there is not much strength left, and it can't hurt him, but it is easy to startle the snake." Zhu Xueyan said softly, "Unless you use firearms and foreign guns......

"I brought a foreign gun, do you want to use it?" Kuroko said, backhanding out an old-fashioned single-shot pistol from his backpack.

"No, in broad daylight, the movement is too big, even if I can kill him, you and I can't escape." Zhu Xueyan said, her eyes still not leaving the clairvoyant.

"I'm familiar with the terrain here, so I'll go out after walking a few alleys." Kuroko said.

"This is the boundary of the government's government, and the officers and soldiers heard the gunshots, and they couldn't leave as soon as a few crossings were blocked." Zhu Xueyan couldn't help frowning when she saw Yanagihara Maeko's carriage moving forward in the clairmile mirror, and several Japanese soldiers on horseback protected the carriage in the center.

She didn't expect that even if she arrived in the capital at the foot of the Son of Heaven, Yanagihara Qianguang's sense of precaution was still so strong!

"Let's go! Look for another chance! Zhu Xueyan put away the clairvoyant mirror, got up and said.

Yanagihara Maemitsu sat in the carriage and looked out the window a little leisurely.

The carriage entered the street, and Yanagihara took a good time to look at the street scene of Beijing, and the pedestrians on the street were very surprised to see the Western carriage and the black-clad Japanese soldiers who were guarding it around, and they stopped to watch.

Yanagihara Qianguang couldn't stand people's gaze, and was about to lie on the back of the car seat and close his eyes to rest for a while, but suddenly felt that a pair of female star eyes who were staring at him in the crowd were a little strange.

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