Listening to Zhu Gaoxu's words, Jiang Xinghuo didn't react, he blinked his eyes slightly, a little distracted.

How can you tell the people of this era the story that will happen in the future?

Two hundred years later, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, who ruled Japan, would use the huge amount of silver paid by the Mori clan who had submitted to him to start the Imjin War.

And because Zhang Juzheng's reform has just come back to life, the Ming Dynasty will consume national strength because of the most expensive military expenditure and the most tragic casualties in the "Three Great Expeditions of Wanli".

Even because of the heavy losses of the elite border army of Liaodong in Li's Korea, they had to give Nurha Chizheng the second rank of the Dragon and Tiger General, and sat back and watched the Later Jin annex the entire Haixi Jurchen except for Ye Hebu, laying the groundwork for the final demise of the Ming Dynasty in internal and external troubles.

If we look further into the distant future, we will see that these deposits shed the last drop of blood for the formation of the Japanese nation-state and its initial industrialization.

What's next?

The noon of late summer and early autumn is the season when the slightly warm and cool breeze is the most charming.

However, under the old crooked neck tree, Jiang Xinghuo suddenly shuddered.

Zhu Gaoxu, who was still babbling, stopped talking.

Zhu Gaoxu looked at Jiang Xinghuo, lowered his rough voice, and asked as gently as possible.

"Mr. Jiang, you look a little ...... Sadness? ”

Li Jinglong also seems to feel this silent silence, and the deepest grief that silence represents.

Li Jinglong raised his eyes to look at Jiang Xinghuo, the playful look on his handsome face faded, and he was faintly solemn.

A gust of wind blew, and a few fallen leaves swirled and floated down, and one of them landed in front of Jiang Xinghuo.

When a leaf falls, you know that the world is autumn.

Jiang Xinghuo was silent for a while before he spoke, and before he knew it, his voice was a little hoarse.

"What if I say...... If, yes, in the future, the city under our feet, and the descendants who live in this city, will be slaughtered by the Japanese slaves, and the whole city will be reduced to a ghost on earth, will you believe it? ”

Zhu Gaoxu shook his head, but his expression was obviously hesitant.

Japan is narrow and weak, and although the Japanese slaves are fierce and cunning, they are just clowns in the eyes of the Ming Dynasty.

If the Ming Dynasty didn't fight them, how could they dare to cross the sea to capture the capital of the Ming Dynasty, and even slaughter the entire city?

Why?

With their whole country combined, there are only tens of thousands of armor?

Or with their long knives, which are useless in battle?

Or with their pitifully short height and horses?

Any of the three guards of the Ming Dynasty and the border troops coordinated around them can easily hammer the Japanese national army on the plain.

Zhu Gaoxu is sure of this.

"But why should I hesitate?"

In Zhu Gaoxu's heart, this thought suddenly flashed.

After thinking about it, this hesitation probably stems from his almost unconditional belief and worship of Mr. Jiang.

But Zhu Gaoxu thought that if this was really going to happen in the future, if in the future, these people would have their own children and grandchildren.

If they knew about today's scene, would they resent that their "ancestor" did not do something in time, and left the scourge to future generations.

In an instant, Zhu Gaoxu didn't want to believe in Jiang Xinghuo unconditionally......

Li Jinglong thought solemnly.

As a soldier on paper, he certainly has his own unique views on war.

The argument that Japan is not good at fighting is simply based on the fact that the Ming army lacked experience in cross-sea warfare and that it was a huge storm that could destroy any fleet.

But on the other hand, if Japan has a large sailor and has avoided the storm.

Is it that Japan's invasion of the Ming Dynasty is not as impossible as imagined?

Thinking about it at this point, it was slightly different from Zhu Gaoxu's thoughts, Li Jinglong, who had experienced a spoiler future on the painting boat, suddenly realized a deeper layer, and he asked hesitantly.

"What Jiang Lang said, is it the Ming Dynasty, or is it a more distant future?"

"The more distant future, the future you are destined to see." Jiang Xinghuo replied.

"I'm sorry."

Li Jinglong was silent for a few breaths, but still said: "I can't be sure if this is the future, and I can't empathize. ”

Jiang Xinghuo didn't seem very surprised, after all, this matter is destined to be unbelievable and empathetic to people in this era.

He was going to skip the topic and move on.

However, at this moment, Zhu Gaoxu suddenly spoke.

"I saw Mr. Jiang's demeanor, even if I didn't empathize, but somehow, I became a little sad......"

Zhu Gaoxu hesitated for a moment, and then said: "This kind of sadness, I don't know how to describe it for a while, until just now, I thought of the most appropriate three words - empty sadness!" ”

Could it be? Li Jinglong looked at Zhu Gaoxu with some surprise.

Zhu Gaoxu said in a deep voice: "Jing Kang is ashamed, it is still snowing!" When will the courtiers perish? ”

Li Jinglong was stunned for a moment, and then asked.

"So Mr. Jiang's feeling is that he is as humiliated, powerless, and resentful as Yue Wumu when he wrote this poem?"

Jiang Xinghuo nodded.

At the moment when Jiang Xinghuo nodded, Li Jinglong suddenly felt that he believed it.

Li Jinglong couldn't say why he believed in the future described by Jiang Xinghuo.

But the sadness that seemed to freeze in the air reminded him all the time that it might be true.

"What happened then?"

Li Jinglong swallowed and asked cautiously.

"In that future that we are destined not to see, will the Japanese slaves, like the Jin and the Mongols, once again enslave the Han people for hundreds of years?"

"How so?"

Zhu Gaoxu frowned when he heard this, and immediately refuted it in a rough voice.

"Emperor Taizu Gao swore to the Northern Expedition, and there is a sentence that is as good as the Southern Song Dynasty and Han Xuanwen, which is this sentence - the way of heaven is good, China has a reason that must be extended, people's hearts are obedient, and all husbands will take revenge!"

"The son of the Han family, but he is bloody, how can he endure the bullying of the alien race?"

"Jin Youyue Wu Mu Zhuangzhi is hungry for Hulu meat, and Emperor Taizu Gao of Yuan has cleaned up the old mountains and rivers from scratch, which is the future, how can there be no good man who is as dead as iron to stand up and try to mend the cracks in the sky?"

Zhu Gaoxu's lifelong culture is obviously condensed in these few sentences.

"Will anyone come forward?"

Both of them quieted down and looked at Jiang Xinghuo expectantly, after all, he was the one who predicted the future.

Even if he is as convincing as Zhu Gaoxu, he is also a little apprehensive at this time.

Jiang Xinghuo didn't say yes or no, but took a deep breath and groaned.

"You don't see it, the final army of the Han Dynasty, the weak crown is a captive, please be long."

"You don't see, Ban Dingyuan, the Peerless Light Cavalry is urging the battle clouds!"

"A man should be in serious danger, how can he let Ruguan miss this life?"

"The situation is that the country is in danger, and the feather competition stops!"

"Abandon my old pen, and focus on my wartime time."

"More than 100,000 comrades are singing war songs and joining the army."

"Qi Congjun, clean the dust!"

"Swear to sweep away the Japanese slaves!"

"-No, Gu, body!"

After listening to this strange long and short sentence, the two were stunned in place, and they couldn't let go for a long time.

They seemed to see the students in the Mathematics Hall who were still studying hard one moment, and the next moment they were wearing military uniforms and fighting bloody battles against the Japanese slaves. Most of them, their immature faces forever lost their blood color and turned gray, but they still fell unyieldingly in the direction of the enemy.

"A good sentence of vowing to sweep away the Japanese slaves without regard for themselves, and the atmosphere of generosity and sadness is not inferior to the sentence of "Yan Ge Xing", "The Dead Festival is never Gu Xun"!"

Li Jinglong sighed: "It's a pity that there is no wine, otherwise it will be a big white!" ”

And Zhu Gaoxu's chest was surging with qi and blood, and he actually looked up to the sky and let out a long roar.

For no reason, he startled several fat finches sleeping on the tree with crooked necks.