A drunken young man, holding the wine bottle in his hand, stumbled open the door of the dining room on the left side of the hall on the first floor, and staggered towards the center of the hall.

He was wearing a black T-shirt on the top and a pair of dark blue jeans on the bottom, and his face was already flushed with drink, but with every step he took, he poured a large sip of liquor into his mouth. The stumbling pace made people have no doubt that he would fall to the ground in the next second, and his blurred eyes seemed to have been immersed in the pleasure brought by alcohol.

His body was shaking, his body was full of strong alcohol, and the chest of his T-shirt was sprinkled with wine and oil stains, but even so, he still poured himself spicy wine violently as he walked.

Under the gaze of everyone, this young man, with a scruffy beard and a decadent atmosphere written from head to toe, raised the wine bottle in his hand and shouted indistinctly.

"Come, come! Come and respect, respect the dead brother, come, again, respect again, respect my Han Xiaoqi, respect my Han family! Hahaha, come on, come on, I'll wait for the Han soldiers to drink this wine, and then follow the general to conquer Mobei and fight Hexi again! ”

He shouted loudly, with tears in the corners of his eyes, and then drank the liquor in his hand, and then smashed the bottle to the ground, shattering it.

"Hahaha, ahahaha, happy, happy! Come on, serve wine, serve wine, bring wine to Ben General! ”

He shook his body, waving his limbs indiscriminately, shouting at the people around him, but unexpectedly, in the face of this drunkard, neither the staff nor the security guards of the Donghuang Hotel drove him away, everyone just looked at him silently, letting this unshaven drunkard go crazy.

"Bang." His left foot accidentally tripped his right foot, and the drunkard fell to the ground, but instead of falling asleep, he slowly surged on the ground alone, like a disgusting worm, surging and crawling to the corner of the wall next to him.

Standing up and leaning against the golden wall, this dirty drunkard laughed, touched his body with his right hand, and soon took out a small bottle of liquor from his dirty jeans pocket, and in the next moment, he turned his left palm into a knife and slashed towards the wine bottle with one palm!

"Bang!"

In a single moment, he severed the mouth of the bottle with an understatement, but his left palm was not damaged in the slightest.

Holding up the wine bottle high, the drunkard cried and laughed and said, "Zhou Xing, I'm drinking a cup, we're drinking a cup, I didn't have time to drink his 100-day wine when your son was born, let's make up for it together today!" Hahaha, Brother Sun, I, my Qian Mingguang has to toast you, you are a good person, you trained my Qian Mingguang, but I haven't drunk with you once, come on, let's have a drink today! Hahaha, all the soldiers, follow me, drink this bottle with me! ”

The drunkard frantically held up his bottle and shouted and screamed to the air in front of him, but after a while he fell silent, and carefully clung to his bottle like a child, and drank it in small sips, leaving teardrops in his red and swollen eyes.

"Come, drink, drink......"

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Staring at the drunkard in the distance, Huang Xiaobei's eyes were strange, they were very puzzled, they didn't know what the Donghuang Hotel was doing again, why did they let such a drunk mess around here?

After staring at the drunken man who was leaning against the wall and still drinking in small sips for a while, Lao Wei scratched his cheek in disbelief and said, "Is this a relative of the owner of the Donghuang Hotel?" Why do you drink like this, and you don't even have a person to manage? ”

Huang Xiaobei covered his nose in disgust, because even if he was so far away, the smell of alcohol on the drunkard's body even had a sour smell coming over, and it was conceivable how many days he hadn't taken a bath.

Only Brother Maozi, after seeing that person slashed the mouth of the bottle with one palm, nodded secretly, thinking that this should be a person with a bit of martial arts, and the kung fu in his hands is absolutely good.

The drunken and smelly drunkard was still leaning against the wall and drinking, and as he drank, he said something indistinctly in his mouth, and then as he spoke, tears fell in his eyes, and he cried and laughed alone holding the bottle.

At this time, when everyone carefully examined the drunkard, everyone found that although the drunkard looked dirty on the surface and his face was full of stubble, he was a very heroic and masculine young man, with a high nose bridge, angular facial features, eyebrows and eyes full of heroism, a bronzed skin, as if he had experienced years of wind and rain, and the eyes with tears were also extraordinarily bright, just like his name.

What's even more unimaginable is that the two hands he held the wine bottle were all covered with a thick layer of knife calluses, obviously a person who held a knife all year round.

But such a heroic young man is now leaning against the wall, like a homeless man on the street, drinking heavily, crying and laughing.

Tang Seng, who had been staring at the drunkard for a long time, but had not spoken, suddenly frowned.

For some reason, he always felt that the drunkard was different, very similar to some famous generals he had seen, such as the founding generals of the Tang Dynasty.

Not because of the drunken words he said, nor because of his hands full of calluses, but the kind of iron-blooded momentum that he inadvertently exuded, which is a temperament that only those who have experienced the baptism of blood and iron in the era of cold weapons can have.

Tang Seng rolled his eyes slightly.

But why did it appear in such an alcoholic?

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The drunkard was still sitting against the wall, laughing and crying and drinking his wine, and his mouth was full of some kind of crazy words about "general, brother".

After about a minute, I saw a crying pear blossom with rain girl chased out of the dining room, standing in the hall, helplessly looking at the empty surroundings, the girl's watery eyes were deep with tears, and her mouth was light.

"Bright light."

Fortunately, she soon saw the drunk who was sitting against the wall and drinking, and suddenly, the girl quickly ran to the drunk as if she had found a life-saving straw.

Looking at the high-spirited warrior in the past, looking at the decadent drunkard in front of her, the girl couldn't bear to cover her mouth, tears rained down the corners of her fair and soft face, her delicate body trembled, and she sobbed silently.

Dongfang Qing, who had been watching for a long time, finally couldn't bear to turn his head, and his gentle eyes were also wrapped in a layer of mist at this moment.

After crying for a while, the girl got a lot better, she tried her best to adjust her emotions, and tried her best to put a smile on her face.

Looking at the drunkard, this very beautiful and weak girl slowly squatted down, gently took the drunkard's hand, and said softly.

"Mingguang, don't drink it, let's go home."

The drunken ghost froze for a moment, looked at the girl in front of him with a blurry and distant gaze, looked at her white right cheek, looked at the bright red slap print on it, and the drunken ghost smiled dejectedly.

"Why are you so cheap? I didn't tell you, get out of here, why are you following me? The person you're looking for is already dead, dead. The drunken man smiled and poured wine into his mouth.

Hearing his words, the girl shook her head vigorously, put the drunkard's hand on her white jade-like face, stared with tears, and choked up and sobbed.

"No, no, Mingguang, I beg you to come home with me, shall we go home?"

"Smack." The drunken slap the girl in the face with his backhand, staring at his bloodshot eyes almost madly and shouting.

"Home, do I still have a home?! My sister is gone, the general is gone, the brothers who have rolled in the rain of blood are gone, and right in front of my eyes, they are falling in front of my eyes! ”

"Hahaha, ahhahaha, I think that back then, 10,000 iron cavalry went out of Hexi, what a high spirit, what a great spirit! But now? I'm the only one left, and I'm the only one left, Qian Mingguang. ”

The drunk poured his drink and muttered.

"Home, I don't have a home, I don't have a home at all, hehe, come, drink another glass, all the soldiers drink another glass with me, drink this wine, I am waiting to set up the Han General Flag, the Han General Flag, the Great Han, the Great Han....... I'll fuck you big man! ”

The drunkard slammed the bottle to the ground, gasping for breath, his bloodshot eyes as fierce as a beast.

Fragments of the wine bottle flew across her cheeks, and the girl screamed in fright, but she couldn't do anything, so she could only cover her red and swollen cheeks and sob.

"Mingguang, what are you doing here?!"

Dongfang Qing finally couldn't stand it anymore, walked quickly to the drunk, and after picking up the girl who was sobbing quietly, Dongfang Qing's pretty face, which had always been gentle as water, was cold at the moment.

The drunk looked up at the angry Dongfang Qing in a daze, smiled hehe, and then stood up from the ground with force, shaking his head.

"Sister Xiaoqing, haha, that Sister Xiaoqing, where is my little viagra? Where did he go? I want to find him for a few drinks, haha, we can definitely drink a piece, we are a group of people who have nothing, and it's good to hug each other and cry twice. ”

Dongfang Qing looked at him silently, silently watching this former Han general degenerate into what he is today, his white fists clenched for a moment, but he soon relaxed, and even his cold eyes were unable to open.

What can she say now? And what reason did she have to blame him?

Don't blame him, really, don't blame him.

"Mingguang, it's been five years, you've been in a mess for five whole years, it's time to wake up, even if it's for Xiaofei, you should cheer up."

Dongfang Qing hugged the girl in her arms and gently patted her jade back, and the already weak girl in her arms also cried even more sadly.

Listening to Dongfang Qing's words and listening to the cry of his beloved, the drunk laughed.

Walking up to Dongfang Qing, a disgusting wine breath erupted from his mouth.

"Sister Xiaoqing, do you know? I, there is actually only one thing I want to do now, that is, to go back, to Chang'an back then, to die with the generals, to die with my soldiers, hehe, I shouldn't live, I shouldn't live. ”

"We all deserve to die, we all deserve to die at the foot of Gaolan Mountain, we all deserve to die in the desert of northern Mobei, I should be shot to death by the last feather arrow of the Huns, so that I can only come comfortably, at least, at least for the country, isn't it?"

The drunkard had a smile in his eyes, but there were tears shining in the depths of his eyes, holding his head, the drunkard squatted on the ground, crying bitterly.

"At least sacrifice your life for the country, at least sacrifice your life for the country! Let's all die in Mobei, let's all die in that last battle! Your Majesty, Your Majesty!! ”

Dongfang Qing's eyes flowed with tears, don't look over, she hugged the girl in her arms tightly, but her heart hurt like a knife.

Not disappointed in the drunkard, but sad for him, sad for him.

The group of people who shouted that they would die without regrets have long since lost everything they have, just like their generals, who have lost the faith they live for.

They want to die, they want to die in that last battle......

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Holding his head and crying for a while, the drunk stood up.

Turning his gaze to the girl lying in Dongfang Qing's arms, sobbing quietly, the drunkard's confused eyes were slightly lowered, but soon he laughed again.

The next moment, in front of everyone, the drunk raised his hand, slapped himself four times, and said with a smile.

"I'm a bastard, I'm not human, Xiaofei, I apologize to you, but, let's go, don't rely on me, I'm a bastard now, I'm a bastard who can beat women, hehe, find a good man, find a good man to spoil you."

"Qian Mingguang!"

Dongfang Qing, who couldn't bear it, scolded angrily, at this moment, she could no longer see a trace of gentleness, and some only had anger to the extreme.

But the drunkard fearlessly spread out his hands, slapped them together, folded his hands, and shook them seriously.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, Sister Xiaoqing, I'm sorry, I drank too much today, I'm causing you trouble, don't worry, I'm not coming, I'll never come again, forgive me, forgive me."

Pushing away the girl who wanted to help him, the drunk staggered, walked to the hotel door with a playful smile, humming a small tune in the Han military in his mouth, and his limbs swayed in an ugly posture like crazy.

"Batch iron armor, carry a long knife. The battle with the son is long. ”

"Fight with the enemy, die and live together. Fight with your son, and your heart will not be slack. ”

"Stepping on the desert north, chasing the beard. Fight with the son, sing fearlessly! ”

Looking at the back of the drunken departing and listening to the desolate military diminutive tone in his mouth, Dongfang Qing closed his eyes and shook his head weakly.

"Aren't you afraid that they will be sad? Aren't you afraid that those people will be sad? Aren't you afraid that Xiaojun will be disappointed when he sees you like this? ”

Supporting the crying girl, Dongfang Qing's eyes were much less angry, she just said softly, hoping that she could awaken the last bit of responsibility in the heart of the former Han general, and when the word Xiaojun was mentioned, Dongfang Qing's voice was obviously choked.

But it's a pity, just like the drunkard said, if he died, the Han general would have died a long time ago, died in Hexi, died in Mobei, and died in Chang'an City.

"Afraid? Hehe, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid of anything now, I'm not afraid of anything. ”

Facing the sunset, bathed in golden light, the drunk laughed loudly and walked out of the hotel, the rickety shadow dragged on the ground, stretched by the daylight for a long, long time.

Little by little, the shadow disappeared as he walked far away, and when the last trace of black light slowly disappeared from the ground, the lonely voice of the man could be heard in the distance.

"Lao Tzu has fought in Hexi, Lao Tzu has been to Mobei, I crawled out of the pile of dead people in Gaolan Mountain, I am not afraid, I am not afraid of anything."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid of ......"

He's gone.