"Junior officer, listen to me, death will not solve the problem. You leave first, and then I can fight with all my might. Don't worry, Mr. Xia is a good person, and he will definitely be able to send you to a safe place to give birth to our child and raise it slowly. The encounter we have in this life is the result of God's destiny, and it is also the gift of fate, and no one can go against God's will, right? This time, you must promise me to go with Mr. Xia!" Zhang Quanzhong said bitterly.

He walked up, held Jingguan Xiaowu's hands, and between the four eyes, both of them had affectionate smiles on their faces, completely forgetting my existence.

I sighed silently, feeling that Zhang Quanzhong had given me an unanswerable problem.

"Take her away, where to go, you can't take her out of the illusion and into the twenty-first century, right? That doesn't hold at all. The illusion is unpredictable, and it may disappear at any time, how can I face my promise at that time? You Zhang Quanzhong is a 'god operator', can't you calculate this kind of result?" I was aching in both temples, and I was really not sure that I could accomplish such a thing.

"You have to go, for the sake of the children. Zhang Quanzhong said.

"If a child is born without a father, then why give birth to him, if you are determined to die and sacrifice your life for the country, then how can I survive in the world?" Jingguan Xiaowu continued.

In the years of war, that kind of "dilemma" is everywhere. Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety cannot be both, so when the smoke is everywhere, serving the country and love are also conflicting with each other.

"Pull out the mountain and cover the world-" Zhang Quanzhong suddenly sighed on his back.

In the past, the overlord of Western Chu was trapped, and it was precisely because he could not pull out the sword to cut the love thread, which led to the loss of both the world and the beauty, leaving the world with this regretful verse.

"Mr. Zhang, don't waste time here. If this battle is calculated properly, you will definitely be able to get out of the way and leave with your woman. I said.

There is nothing difficult in the world, only afraid of those who have a heart. If he is really reluctant to Jingguan Xiaowu, then he will definitely come up with a countermeasure to get the best of both worlds.

Zhang Quanzhong's face changed slightly, let go of his hand, and looked directly at me.

"It's man-made, isn't it?" I continued.

"No matter how good the plan is, someone must carry it out, here and now, who will go to hell if I don't go to hell?" There are many people out there, but each one of them doesn't deserve to die, they are all brothers who have followed me through the sea of swords and fires - the core of this plan is the burning of jade, I escaped, is it worthy of them?" he said with a frown.

Jingguan Xiaowu interjected: "That's right, if you do that, I will also look down on you, and we will all end up infamous in the world." ”

I couldn't help but be deeply moved by the two, born in this era, everyone takes their name and backbone very seriously, and they don't care about life, life and death.

"In that case, what is there to be embarrassed about?

Since you can't do both, it's better to choose a path to the dark. Just as Alexander the Great wielded his sword to break a knot, I will do whatever I want, no matter how the world judges.

"Let's go on a killing spree, that's the best arrangement. "Jingguan Xiaowu completely agrees with my opinion.

"If you ...... If you ......," Zhang Quanzhong couldn't continue.

Jingguan Xiaowu smiled slightly: "If I die and you die, then eighteen years later, I will be two good men again, hoeing the strong and helping the weak, and being a good person who stands up to the sky." ”

This woman is really not simple, she is obviously facing a desperate situation of life and death, but she still smiles brightly and is not afraid.

"Good. Zhang Quanzhong stretched out his hands, holding Jingguan Xiaowu's right hand with his left hand and my left hand with his right hand, connecting the three of us into one.

"I, Zhang Quanzhong, swear here with the glory of my ancestors and ancestors that I will eradicate the enemy chieftains and avenge the people of Jinan who died. If you are lucky enough to survive, you will be grateful for the grace of your ancestors. In addition, it is enough to have a confidant in life, and I and the junior official, whether we live or die, will live and live together and become husband and wife forever. This oath is testified by Mr. Xia Shi, if it is violated, heaven, earth, man and god will punish it. He swore aloud, trembling with emotion.

I hope that the two of them will have a good result, but hope is hope, in fact, no one can get out of the "Hongmen Banquet" in such a dead situation as safe and sound.

When this game was designed, everyone was determined to "kill and die". Only in this way can the power of this game fully burst out.

Therefore, the "Hongmen Banquet" is also known as the "Dare to Die Bureau", a big and evil game, even if there are nine life cats into the game, they will be torn apart and die.

I looked at Jingguan Xiaowu out of the corner of my eye, and her expression was always calm and calm.

"Aunt Guan?" I saw some familiar smell on her face, a little similar to Aunt Guan, who was heartbroken for the people of Qushuiting Street. However, after thinking about it, Jingguan Xiaowu's era was too far away from the 21st century, and the two didn't seem to have anything to do with each other.

"I, Jingguan Xiaowu, a member of the Jingguan clan of the Kansai Tantric Sect, a Japanese national. I was supposed to be loyal to the Emperor and fight for the establishment of the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere, but witnessing the atrocities of the military made me extremely suspicious of the 'East Asia Co-Prosperity'. Later, he participated in the finishing work of the chemical unit in the army and learned more about the inhumane truth. Therefore, I voluntarily left the military and nationality, and was willing to fight for the Chinese anti-riot. The life and death of one person is insignificant, and the great peace of the world is the true pursuit of our generation. After this battle, it would be my luck if I could kill the head of the army and put an end to the war between the two countries. I will do my best to achieve this goal. Although I die, I don't complain about the heavens and people, I want to do it. Jingguan Xiaowu also learned from Zhang Quanzhong's appearance and swore to the sky.

"It's your turn. Zhang Quanzhong said.

Under the gaze of the two people, I responded indifferently: "I am willing to do my best to protect the safety of the people in Jinan and avoid being poisoned by the Japanese invaders, and I am willing to dedicate my life to the rise of the Chinese nation." I, born as a Jinan person, died as a Jinan ghost, never retreat from the battle, never escape from the battlefield, if there is a violation, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed. ”

This is not only the oath of a Jinan person during World War II, but also the iron-blooded commitment of a young man in Jinan today, in the 21st century.

If everyone has this kind of ambition, why worry that Jinan is not rich and a big country is not strong?

"Okay, this time, we'll just let it go, and we won't give up until we achieve our goal. Zhang Quanzhong said.

A gust of wind came from the front door, and the rice paper on the bookcase trembled.

"Little official, you go and make tea, and make the best tea to entertain Mr. Xia. Zhang Quanzhong commanded.

Jingguan Xiaowu said yes and walked to the small door on the right side of the living room.

When she went out, Zhang Quanzhong took a deep breath, stretched out his hands on top of the bookcase, first slowly opened his ten fingers, then grabbed them in the air like lightning, and then put them on the tip of his nose and sniffed silently.

"The art of chasing wind and shadows" is also a partial door in thaumaturgy, which is similar to "Tianyantong and Tianertong".

Nature is always "alive", and only by communicating with it can we sense the future remotely and understand yin and yang.

"Big, fierce, omen!" Zhang Quanzhong's face changed greatly, like a mourning exam.

Throughout the ages, the wind has always been silent, odorless, selfless and fearless, and what kind of message it brings depends on the level of cultivation of the wind catcher.

Standing here, the crackling sound of Daming Lake hitting the stone bank can be heard clearly, as if to tell me that this place is not a quiet place, everything is changing, and the people of the whole city are like ants on a hot pot, running and crying, and the day is precarious.

"Decapitation - Only by launching a decapitation operation against the enemy chieftain can the extreme fear that hangs over this city be broken. I thought silently.

At the end of the last century and the beginning of this century, the United States carried out a thunderbolt-like high-efficiency precision strike against a small desert country, and its war code name was "decapitation operation." The military experts of the superpower have long seen through the way of heaven and human nature, and instead of trembling and living in the harassment of *, it is better to strike boldly and nip all terrorist actions in the bud. Facts have proved that the Americans have done the right thing, and under the four-quadrant combined attack of heavy missile attacks, air raids and bombing, tank sweeps, and army street battles, the clamor of the small desert country has disappeared and disappeared, and they no longer dare to stand up and act like clowns.

At this moment, we are also facing the same dilemma, if we do not force the attack, we can only sit and wait.

"Can you feel it? Great bad omen, great bad omen......" Zhang Quanzhong muttered.

I nodded, "Yes." ”

The city is burned by war, and there are murders everywhere, as long as a person with brains and insight understands this. Nine out of nine those who lead the protests will die, and nine out of ten will die before the country if they do not want to be slaves to the country.

"So...... Do we still want to go on? Step by step towards the road of Huangquan?" Zhang Quanzhong didn't look at me, but he asked me every word.

If the death of our people can awaken the fighting spirit of the people of the whole city, then we will die as we deserve -- the greatness of life and the glory of death!" Unconsciously, I quoted the words of the great man to boost Zhang Quanzhong's fighting spirit.

The life of a great man illuminates the mountains and rivers. Many of the words he said have become aphorisms for generations to forge ahead, and they are enough to raise our morale in battle.

"The greatness of life, the glory of death...... The greatness of life, the glorious ...... of death" Zhang Quanzhong chewed these eight words in a low voice.

"Life is a hero, death is also a ghost. So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. "I whispered the severed poem of Qiu Jin, the predecessor of the Jianhu Woman.

Since Zhang Quanzhong once laughed at himself with "pulling out the mountains and covering the world", then I used "the overlord of Western Chu refused to cross the river to see the elders of Jiangdong" to wake him up.

Many times, the Chinese people respect "rather for the broken jade than for the whole tile", which is the "integrity" of a big husband.

When the Japanese invaders roared south, if the Shandong guards dared to gamble the lives of thousands of soldiers, they could defend the Yellow River moat, cut down the sun flag in the rolling turbid current, and send the devil back to his hometown.

As a result, the guards refused to break the jade, abandoned the city and fled south, and finally ended up with "incomplete tiles" and ate the bullets "rewarded" by the Nanjing government. I knew that I was going to die, and it was better to die in front of the two armies, and I could still be famous for eternity, and it was the lintel of the Han family.

Now, Zhang Quanzhong has the idea of retreating again, which really makes people wonder if the Chinese people in this era have all suffered from the terrible "hypochondriasis" and become "soft-footed crabs" who dare not speak out?

"Fuck the big omen!" I picked up the two bold wolf hairs on the pen stand, poked them in the inkstone, and then swooped two strokes and put a huge cross on the rice paper.

Before we came in, Jingguan Xiaowu was posting, and on the rice paper was Wang Xizhi's "Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface". That post is known as "the first line of calligraphy in the world", which has impressed the hearts of thousands of calligraphy lovers, and the "elegant collection" of all literati in Tiannan and Haibei is to imitate Lanting and pick up the teeth and wisdom of the ancients.

My two heavy strokes are rough and angry, completely destroying Jingguan Xiaowu's words.

"This is the city of Jinan trampled by the Japanese invaders, not the Lanting where the water flows, drinks and writes poems. Mr. Zhang is blindly indecisive, what does he think? War or surrender, let's say something happy!" I forced my eyes to look at him.

When the two armies faced each other, their anger could be boosted but not discharged.

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion. I hope that this battle will be successful in one fell swoop, and not procrastinating and dilemma.

"Any kind of yin-yang thaumaturgy I have ever had since I was a child has repeatedly warned that if you encounter a great omen, there is no other way but to retreat eight hundred miles quickly. Zhang Quanzhong said.

I couldn't help but sneer: "Retreat 800 miles? That is, retreat from Jinan City to Jinling City? Okay, Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, surrendered in Jinling City, and was later poisoned by the Song Dynasty emperor in Bianliang, Tokyo. What can you do if you retreat there, when the city of Nanjing is broken, isn't it also a massacre of men, women, and children? Mr. Zhang, don't let me look down on you—don't let the historians look down on you!"

As a modern person, when I read through the history of World War II, I am full of anger and contempt for all those who abandoned the city during the war, those who defected to Japan, those who fought for the tiger, and those who shared prosperity with Japan. As a big country in Asia, the national integrity of the Chinese people has long been gone, and no matter how famous people are scholars or heroes of the rivers and lakes, they all bow their heads under the bayonets of the Japanese invaders and be obedient people under the sun.

Now, Zhang Quanzhong is going to repeat the mistake of the past, ignoring the people of the city for the sake of his feathers.

Zhang Quanzhong sighed and looked down at the big cross I had marked.

"Okay, you can escape, and I'll hand over tomorrow's Hongmen banquet. I said.

In the 21st century, I vowed to fight the Japanese thaumaturgists to the end, and here I am, too. Everyone can be a submissive citizen of war, but my Xia clan can never do it.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" asked Zhang Quanzhong.

I opened my arms and embraced the invisible air: "This is my hometown, and my roots are rooted in this large area of dirt. If everyone is afraid of death, then all the people of China will kneel down in front of the sun flag, just like when the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs, they kept their hair without their heads and slaughtered the Han people frantically. We Han and Chinese are not leeks, we can cut and grow, grow and mow, and we are not herbivores, let the invaders ravage and hunt. I'll say it one last time, if you want to escape, run away the fuck, and don't let me see you again!"

It is shameful to desert soldiers, it is shameful to flee the whole country, and it is especially shameful to be a deserter as a man and flee south in panic.

There are too many shameful labels on Chinese men, and someone should have stood up a long time ago, raised their arms and shouted, be the backbone of a great country, not a traitor and a thief.