As a veteran, he has always vaguely thought in his heart that maybe there will really be such a day, the grassland people riding their war horses, carrying their strong bows, and holding the sharp bearded knife, stepping across the Yin Mountain, rushing through the old Huai Slope, and once again coming to the city.

But he had always thought that this would not happen until he was buried in the earth.

The streets are chaotic, the memories are short, the people here were familiar with the war ten years ago, and when the drums sounded, they would pack up and go home in an orderly manner, lock the doors, the women should cook, the children should play and play, everything was as usual, except that they could not get out of the house, and the men would take their hoes or sticks and sit quietly in the courtyard, waiting for the new bells and drums to ring.

But those days have long passed, and after the signing of the Covenant, this once-blood-stained border city has become a major place of commerce, and the merchants who have come from the south, the women who have married here, and the pedestrians who have traveled here have washed away the bloody smell of the city and made it soft.

But there's always something buried in the bones.

He ran all the way back to his home in Nancheng.

The courtyard door was hidden, and he panted and pushed the door in, and the old servants, maids, and children all stood in the courtyard with nervous expressions, at a loss.

The old servant was a southerner, and the maid was also sold here from the south, and the children were still young.

He sighed and whispered, "Lock the door for a while, don't go out." ”

"Sir, what about you?"

"I have my own business to do. ”

He did have something to do, and he walked through the flower-filled courtyard to the smallest house in the northwest corner, which no one but him could enter.

There are a lot of sundries in the house, and there is a pair of light armor hanging on the wall facing the door, which is a little dilapidated, and you can clearly see a lot of traces of repair, this light armor is very old, or his father left it, if he has a biological child, maybe he will also pass it on, when the military is resold to him, the other party does not look down on his light armor at all, so he can only hide in this hut, with it, and his war knife.

The knife was still very new, and he would often come over to maintain it, thinking only that he wouldn't let it get dusty, but he didn't expect that one day it would be used again.

Take the armor, hang the heart guard, pierce the armor, tie it tightly, and match the knife, although it has been a while, but this familiar process, he is still not a little rusty, this is the steps that have been repeated for tens of thousands of days and nights, but his movements are much slower.

When he walked out of the door, the old servant and the children gathered around the door.

"Master, what are you going to do here?"

"Go up the city walls. ”

"Master, you have left the army!"

"One day in the army, a soldier for life, this is written in the military register, you don't understand. ”

The old servant was silent, and the children looked at him in a daze.

He didn't explain, maybe this is something that only people who were born in the border city, grew up in the border city, and have been immersed in this desolate land for generations.

He remembered very well that in the most dangerous battle of the city, his comrades beside him were not his familiar comrades, but three gray-haired old men, their armor was the same as his own now, there were traces of repair everywhere, and their knives were also well maintained like his own.

However, they did not survive.

Many people died in that siege battle, these veterans who had long since left the army, but returned more than 300 people, only seventeen of them walked down the city wall alive, he didn't know how many enemies they killed, and he didn't know if it was a good deal, but he knew that when they walked up the city wall, everyone's momentum was different.

The mourning soldiers will win, and there is a way for the desperate soldiers.

He hadn't read the military book, but he had heard this sentence from the mouth of the former hundred commanders, and he memorized it firmly.

Before he went out of the house, he explained to the old servants where the money was placed, and told them to lock the door, and walked silently into the side street in front of the courtyard.

The streets were empty, the drums were still noisy, the ground trembled slightly, and he knew very well that it was the sound of ten thousand horses galloping.

He walked through the familiar alleyways and onto Main Street, and was surprised to find that he wasn't the only one.

There are people like him on the street.

Half-black and half-white hair, with light armor of the years, still walking fast, all in the same direction.

North city wall.

A wall facing the steppe.

The flow of people gradually converged, what is the chief, it is low among these people, but in fact, no one pays attention to the position, people are old, and they don't care about the rank anymore, but the leader is still a thousand-commander.

He knew the man.

Wang Xuan.

A fierce man who once led 300 people to break into 5,000 steppe cavalry and survived.

Wang Sui also lived in the south of the city, but the residence was naturally much better than his, and he heard that a general who had fought here invited him to live in the capital, but he refused.

Wang Sui and he are not from the same world, but they also live in the same world.

It doesn't seem bad to be able to fight under him in the end.

The group of veterans finally made it to the northern wall.

Every soldier who passed by held his sword across his chest and bowed his head slightly, which was their etiquette.

He couldn't help but feel that his eyes were a little red, his steps were nervous, and his body was very stiff, so he had to look straight ahead and follow the person in front of him step by step.

The general guarding the city greeted him, and he and Wang Xuan hurriedly left after a few words.

Wang Xuan glanced back at them, did not say anything, just waved his hand lightly, and then he grabbed the sledgehammer from one of the soldiers and struck the drum himself.

The veterans continued on their way, interspersed among the soldiers along the city walls.

They are no longer elite and can no longer afford to defend a section of the defence alone.

To his right and left were two young men, probably in their twenties, who looked a little nervous, reminding him of his first time in battle.

"Don't be afraid. He suddenly said, "The steppe people are also human beings, and they will die if they are stabbed." ”

The two young men shook their bodies and did not speak.

Nervousness is something that doesn't go away just because someone else says a word.

He knew what it was, but it would be nice to have some lightening.

The steppe people were already approaching, and the cavalry circled around the city outside the range of the archers, and the roars, screams, and cries of the horses were still clearly audible under the sound of the drums, and not far away, the infantry and siege equipment of the steppe people had advanced little by little.

With the flying of an arrow, war broke out.

He didn't make it to the end.

A knife slid open his neck, and he could see the hideousness of the steppe man on the other side, and he also realized that the person on the other side was actually very young, it seemed that he was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

What brought them to war?

He didn't have time to think, because the other party also made a mistake, and when the opponent's knife fell, he also did not hesitate to plunge the dagger in his left hand into the opponent's chest.

He clutched his neck with his right hand, pain, suffocation, and dizziness hit him together, and the grassland boy's expression was dazed, as if he couldn't believe that he would be killed by a gray-haired old man, and the boy staggered backwards, falling headlong from under the city wall.

He slumped limply under the walls, slowly closing his eyes.

A void and transparent shadow floated from him, and the entire city gradually became hazy, and the heavens and the earth gradually dissipated.

The shadow froze, and he remembered his name.

He is Su Qi, and he is also the veteran, this is the eleventh life he has experienced.