"That'...... That's ......"

Ma Ling'er and Zhao Xue looked at the picture that suddenly appeared on the mirror, and immediately felt extremely shocked, but before they could speak, the fat man next to them immediately made a silent movement.

Although this is also the first time that the fat man has seen Feng Yun perform such an evil spell, he also knows some basic common sense, in the process of this kind of spell, when others speak, it will cause a collision of yang energy.

Therefore, although the fat man's heart was shocked, he did not forget to remind the few people around him to remain silent.

The picture in the mirror is like a white horse passing through a gap, and in just a moment, a person's life jumps.

From a toddler when he was young, a strong man in armor fought on the battlefield in the blink of an eye.

Through the images that appeared in the mirror, Feng Yun finally understood the life of this zombie......

……

The zombie was named Zhao Hu and was born in a blacksmith's house in a poor mountainous area in the Southern Song Dynasty

Since he is the only child in the family, his parents love him in every way.

After Zhao Hu grew up, he had the ambition to serve the country and resolutely joined the army.

On that day, the general stood on the platform, his eyes were like swords, and he looked down at Zhao Hu:

"Why do you want to join the army?"

Zhao Hu seemed to have thought about this question for a long time before he came, so he didn't hesitate at all, and said sonorously:

"Follow Marshal Yue and defend the country!"

The voice was not loud, but it was firm enough, and it also attracted the attention of many generals.

"Good...... Good! ”

The general nodded approvingly:

"Da Song Erlang, you should be like this!"

Since then, Zhao Hu has gone out with the army, although Zhao Hu is only a soldier in the army, but in every war, Zhao Hu has always maintained a warm blood.

"Zhao Hu, why are you working so hard, you are at the forefront every time?"

In the face of his companion's inquiry, Zhao Hu always said seriously:

"Loyalty to the country should be the foundation of a man's life, and the husband will not let everything stop even if he dies!"

This spirit shocked both the fat man and Yan Qilin.

is a pawn, but has the mind of a general.

The general of Zhao Hu's army is the famous General Li, in addition to following General Li to fight everywhere, Zhao Hu will also fight iron forging in the army on weekdays.

This is the craft he learned in the army, and he is very familiar with all armor and weapon forging care.

In this way, Zhao Hu struck iron in the army while going out with the army, and time flew by for decades.

He devoted himself to the horses all his life, and it was not until he was old that he was discharged from the army and returned to his hometown.

However, at this time, the Southern Song Dynasty was exhausted, and wolf smoke was everywhere.

The large-scale invasion of foreign tribes has shrouded the entire Great Song Dynasty with a layer of clouds.

The enemy's iron hooves trampled the land, and the aged Zhao Hu was bent on putting on his armor again and going into battle to kill the enemy.

But again and again, Zhao Hu came to the barracks, but he couldn't even enter the gate.

"Old man Zhao, I've said it a few times, you old bones, you can't go to the battlefield. The conscription is a young and strong young man, don't come again! ”

Zhao Hu's body is no longer as strong as before, and his rickety posture is obvious.

But the light in Zhao Hu's eyes was not extinguished because of his age, his pace of leaving the barracks was very slow, and the sound of fighting in training always made Zhao Hu nostalgic.

For him, the humble house in the mountains is just a place to live, and this place of soldiers is home.

Soon after, the Battle of Yashan broke out, which was directly related to the survival of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Although Zhao Hu had the heart to serve the country, he had to watch the country overturn and the country ruin.

Every day, Zhao Hu would always walk from one end of the village to the other, find the only literate gentleman in the village, and ask about the border before the war.

"Master, how is the war, is there a big victory?"

Looking at Zhao Hu, Mr. shook his head and sighed:

"Uncle Zhao, you ask every day and worry every night, why is this? Since it is already the year of the cane township, why are you worried? ”

In the face of Mr. Hu's incomprehension, tears appeared in Zhao Hu's cloudy eyes because of excitement:

"The country is there, the home is there.

If the old man failed to kill the enemy on the battlefield and defend the country, he should also have a strategy to repay the country.

The mountains and rivers are turbulent, how can they be safe? ”

As Zhao Hu said, in that remote mountain village, the sound of striking iron can be heard almost all the time, day and night.

Everyone knows that it was Zhao Hu who was building weapons and armor day and night, just hoping to make a modest contribution to his country.

Since his life was dedicated to the barracks, Zhao Hu did not marry a wife and had no heirs.

This incident was a great unfilial piety at that time, so much so that Zhao Hu did not visit the ancestral grave for ten years, and said that there was no day to return to his ancestors after his death.

"Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have been difficult to ......"

Whenever he talks about this, Zhao Hu always says this.

In his heart, he has always felt guilty about his parents, and he has no shame to face his ancestors.

Occasionally, late at night, Zhao Hu would sit alone on the mountain road, looking at the direction of the ancestral tomb on the mountain.

No one knew what he was thinking, but he always sat there all night.

In his later years, only cold iron and a scorching furnace kept him company.

On his deathbed, Zhao Hu's side was surrounded by people in the village.

Since there were no children, only the neighbors of the village came to take care of them.

But even so, Zhao Hu still held the hands of the villagers with difficulty.

He carefully entrusted all the weapons and armor he had built to the village elders.

"If one day, the soldiers are short of soldiers and armor, it is important to send these to their hands......"

The elders in the village couldn't bear to close their eyes and nodded, and properly placed these weapons and armor built by Zhao Hu himself.

When Zhao Hu was lying on the bed and couldn't get up again, he knew that his limit was approaching.

Everyone in the village respected Zhao Hu, so when Zhao Hu was bedridden, people frequently came to take care of him.

But Zhao Hu was always at this time, struggling to get up, pulling the villagers and asking:

"How's the war going? Can you win big? ”

Until this day, when the villagers were asked again, they shook their heads bitterly:

"Defeated, all defeated.

General Su Liuyi died in battle, no one survived the battle of Yashan, and the national gate of the Great Song Dynasty could not be defended! ”

"Smack!"

Zhao Hu, who struggled to get up, stumbled and sat on the ground, his eyes blank and full of disbelief.

All this news was a disaster for him, General Su was killed in battle, and the Battle of Yashan ended with the annihilation of the entire army.

The shame of the Southern Song Dynasty is engraved on the rock wall of Yashan, and the handwriting of the Song Dynasty here also announces the demise of the Song Dynasty.

"Poof!

This was the last news Zhao Hu heard, and as a mouthful of turbid blood spurted out, Zhao Hu's life also came to an end.

But this obsession turned into a breath in the chest and stuck in the throat.

Until death, Zhao Hu stared at his eyes and clenched his fists.

No one could understand the pain in his heart, watching the iron hooves of the foreign tribes stepping into the Central Plains, but there was nothing he could do......

"I really want to kill the enemy!"

After Zhao Hu's death, the people in the village also obeyed his instructions and did not bury him in the ancestral grave.

Instead, he found an auspicious place, a tomb built with the help of the villagers, and buried Zhao Hu here.

On this day, the villagers spontaneously came to see Zhao Hu off, and everyone had tears on their faces.

I don't know if it's because of Zhao Hu or because of the country......

All the funeral objects are these armors and weapons built by Zhao Hu.

Now it can't be sent to the battlefield, so it can only be left for the next life to fight again.

Time has passed, the years have passed, and the place where Zhao Hu was once buried has now become Xiheli Road.

And because Zhao Hu was very obsessed when he was dying, he refused to swallow his breath, and this resentment condensed in his throat for a hundred years.

In addition, it was contaminated with the demonic aura that permeated the world, and finally turned into a zombie.

As the picture in the mirror gradually disappeared, Feng Yun and the others were like a dream.

"Smack!"

Coincidentally, at the moment when the picture disappeared from the mirror, the three incense sticks inserted in the rice had burned out, and the originally straight incense ashes were broken together.

As the saying goes, people are afraid of three long and two short, and incense is afraid of two short and one long.

At this moment, the three sticks of incense on the white rice, the ash of the incense is broken, but it forms an omen of two short and one long.

Feng Yun saw this in his eyes, frowned, and then covered the mirror with a red cloth, and asked the fat man to turn on the light.

After turning on the lights, the expressions on the faces of the fat men could be clearly seen, and the expressions of several people at this time were very solemn, obviously shocked by Zhao Hu's deeds.

This is a loyal and righteous person who has been concerned about the country all his life, but when he was dying, he watched the destruction of the Southern Song Dynasty with his own eyes.

This obsession has been pestering Zhao Hu, so much so that after the zombie is resolved, he is still constantly building weapons and forming a team.

It's no wonder that when the Yin soldiers borrowed the Tao before, all the Yin soldiers were like being enchanted, and all the emotions were discussing things about the Song Dynasty.

Feng Yun looked at the motionless zombie in front of him and sighed softly:

"No wonder the obsession is so deep, the Battle of Yashan itself is a battle that is so heavy that people can't breathe.

There were more than 200,000 officers and soldiers, and more than 1,000 warships, which still could not stop the iron hooves of foreign people.

Lu Xiufu committed suicide by throwing himself into the sea with the young emperor on his back, and many loyal ministers followed him, so there were rumors in later generations that there were more than 100,000 floating corpses on the sea.

These things must be a great regret for Zhao Hu, who has dedicated his life to the country.

Since he had no heirs, in the end, even the funeral was done with the help of the villagers, so it is no wonder that he was buried by the fallen head wood. ”

The fat man also sighed, Zhao Hu was not a famous general, or even just one of the many nobodies.

But in his body also fully embodies what it means to be loyal and righteous, although he is a nobody, but this loyalty and courage is no less than any general.

At this moment, everyone present did not come out of Fang Cai's emotion, so that even the fat man's eyes when he looked at the zombie became much softer.

Unexpectedly, there was such a past hidden in him.

This spirit is enough to be admired at any time......"

Such words rarely appear in the mouth of the fat man, which shows how much influence the knowledge he has seen on the fat man.

At the same time, Feng Yun thoughtfully opened the "Folk Customs Encyclopedia" in his divine sense, and the pages of the book opened by himself, turning to one of the pages.

"I think I understand why this hasn't ended yet......

After a while, Feng Yun looked up at the fat man and the others in front of him, and said with a grim face:

"You just brought back Zhao Hu's stiffened corpse, but his obsession has not dissipated.

If this obsession is not subsided, Xiheli Road will never be restless, and the sound of iron will be endless every day, because it is the sound of him building armor and weapons to support the front line......"

At this point, Feng Yun sighed, closed the "Folk Customs" in his consciousness, and then turned his head to look at everyone, and said in a deep voice: "Tomorrow night, Yanjun Houhai, send the execution, sacrifice to the sea!" ”

(End of chapter)