The new country was returned to the fourth year.

Xiushui Town, a border town in the new dynasty, but due to the first conflict and war with the Western Christian theocracy of Yilan four years ago, the town has long been out of its name, the mountains and rivers are broken, the families are vegetarian, the young and middle-aged people on the street are dead, and the once prosperous bazaar has become the territory of the wandering orphans, they divide the territory, as if they have divided their own small "kingdoms" on the streets, and become poor little emperors.

"Zheng Qin'er, it's time for us to play Daxin today, and you guys should be Yilan. The heads of a group of children and the heads of another group of children sat on the only two dilapidated "dragon chairs" left in the bazaar, and were seriously "negotiating".

"Wang Lin, let me tell you, you and I can't change the name of the country at will, I'Daxin' is eight generals, add me nine, and the family fights to the last person in the family in order to resist you Yilan, and you still want to rob the name of our country? A pair of big clear eyes stared at the boy opposite, without blinking, revealing a look of vowing to play to the end.

The young man didn't back down at first, okay, if you don't blink and I won't blink, but after looking at her for a long time, the circles under his eyes finally gradually reddened, tears swirled in his eyes, and finally he was defeated, rubbed his eyes and said helplessly: "Okay, I'll let you do it again today." “

The boy pretended to pat his chest and walked towards his "front-line position", actively ignoring the contempt of the group of brothers who followed behind him.

"The leader said every day that he wanted to change the name of the country to Daxin, but every time he saw Zheng Qin'er, he immediately coaxed, hum, whoever is not a family member is dead, what do you have to do in front of us. A sturdy teenager complained disgruntled to the people around him.

"What do you know, the boss is called screaming, what is it called. The shrewd-looking skinny kid next to him whispered slyly to the strong boy.

"Zhang Rui, what is a pickled girl?" asked curiously, the strong young man scratched his messy hair that had not been washed for a long time.

"You're almost seventeen years old, I don't know, I won't be able to marry a daughter-in-law in the future, it's just that the man wants to let the woman live with him in every possible way, so it's called a pickle girl" Zhang Rui symbolically touched his chin and seemed to be trying to show that he was very wise.

Bang, bang, Wang, a child named Wang Lin, burst into arms at the two teenagers who were whispering eagerly. Then he hurriedly pretended to be serious and said: "I, Yilan, was instructed by Christ to go to this barbarian land in the east in order to eradicate the pagan religion of confusion: Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism. But the two of you were messing around before the battle, shaking the hearts of our army, and someone came to pull these two down and cut them down!

When the two young men heard this, they also immediately entered the play, half-knelt on the ground, clasped their fists and said in unison: "The last general knows his mistake, but the general before the army will also shake the heart of the army, and I hope that Your Majesty Rongchen and others will make meritorious contributions." ”

Wang Lin pretended to be silent for a moment, "This is reasonable, the two of you, one is my Generalissimo Yilan, and the other is my Yilan National Teacher, both of them are my right-hand men, and this time I will let the two of you make meritorious contributions." ”

"Thank Your Majesty for your grace not to kill, and I, Chen Shouli, will defeat the new kingdom to prove the prestige of my Elam and the prosperity of Christ. The strong young man Chen Shouli replied loudly.

"The minister will devise a plan to snatch the new empress Zheng Qin'er to be your wife!" Zhang Rui answered evilly.

The young man Wang Lin glared at the thin boy again, raised his hand, and was about to fight.

Zhang Rui smiled, and immediately trotted away wisely, looking for several other "generals" to arrange the so-called position.

Wang Lin looked at Zhang Rui, who was trotting all the way, and shook his head helplessly, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "It's the queen."

The bazaar is actually not big, just a long street called Ping'an Street, and there is not even a fork in the road, so the so-called war between the two countries is two orphan gangs, each occupying the east and west ends of Ping'an Street, and using those dilapidated street stalls to build a so-called "castle" As soon as the battle started, the orphan gangs on both sides would use the strange objects prepared in advance as weapons, rushing to each other, and when the two armies met halfway, it was inevitable to fight with sticks, but these orphans have experienced war since childhood, compared with ordinary people, war, life and death have a very different understanding for them, and they don't feel that there is anything cruel wrong with a simple stick fight, even if someone is injured after the fight, they will not hold a grudge for it.

"Brothers, rush, the fallen Daxin is ahead, for God, for Christ, and for our King Yilan!" Chen Shouli shouted as he looked at the few Xinguo soldiers rushing in front of him, and rushed forward first.

"You two rush in from the left, you copy from the right, Chen has a lot of strength, you block the rest of the people. "National Teacher" Zhang Rui sat calmly in front of the position, quite talking and laughing and looking like the canopy was in ashes, while Wang Lin leaned against a wall, holding a piece of grass in his mouth, holding his arms with both hands and looking confident, and he didn't know what he was thinking about at this time.

"Zhang Rui, if you join the army, you will definitely become the generalissimo of my new dynasty. Wang Lin looked at Zhang Rui's demeanor at the moment and joked.

The thin boy was stunned when he heard it, thinking of the night his father was killed, looking at his father covered in blood, Zhang Rui trembled and didn't know what to do, and his father shook his little hands when he was dying: "Son, promise your father, don't be a soldier, once you become a soldier, you will no longer be a clean person, but will become a butcher and a livestock slaughtered by others, and the high heavens will not have a trace of pity for you." You are the only one left in my Zhang family, no matter what you do in the future, don't have anything to do with the army, my father only hopes that you can live this life safely. ”

Zhang Rui returned to reality, smiled bitterly, and ridiculed Wang Lin as if he fought back: "Boss, I'm just a dog-headed military advisor, our Yilan and Daxin have been at war for several years, how many times do you say we have won?"

Wang Lin was suddenly stunned, the grass slipped from his mouth, and then he turned his head to look at the "battle situation" and decided that he could not answer this question no matter what.

The situation on the battlefield was very smooth, and the "generals" of Daxin were basically "killed on the battlefield", leaving only Zheng Qin'er, the "empress", alone at the westernmost end of Ping'an Street. Wang Lin walked in front of everyone and said to Zheng Qin'er, "Qin'er, you can admit defeat." ”

Chen Shouli shouted triumphantly over there: "Sister Qin'er, look at it, even if you call Daxin, you don't lose to us every day." ”

The girl stood in the westernmost "fortress", looked at the "imposing" "Yilan" army in front of her, and stomped her feet angrily, "Who said that!", and then looked at Wang Lin, the corners of her mouth were crooked, and she said with some crying: "Wang Lin, you bully me!", and then squatted on the ground, and when she saw it, tears fell down her eyes.

"Mother, Zheng Qin'er, can you not always come to this set, boss, don't ......" Chen Shouli turned his head in despair, and Zhang Rui also covered his face helplessly. I saw Wang Lin, a child who has always been calm and wise, Wang began to move forward slightly, and then gradually increased his speed, ran towards Zheng Qin'er, and suddenly stopped one meter away from Zheng Qin'er, and said a little crampedly, "That, Qin'er, don't cry, don't cry, then this time, this time you won." Zheng Qin watched himself succeed again, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a wicked victory smile.

Wang Lin scratched his head helplessly when he saw this, and looked back in embarrassment to apologize to his comrades-in-arms, but found that Chen Shouli and Zhang Rui had already walked outside the market with the orphans.

Zhang Rui smiled and said, "Boss, how many times have this kind of thing happened, we are all used to it, I will take them to ask for dinner at night, you and Sister Qin will eat alone, we won't bother you, alas, who let us stand up to you as a mediocre king, the disaster of Yilan!"

The losing side of the orphan gang "war between the two countries" has to beg for food for the winning side, Zheng Qin'er's orphan gang is basically girls, in fact, not only Wang Lin, Wang Lin's boys will also let them, everyone is like a mirror in their hearts, so those girls who win every time will also smile and follow the boys to help beg for food. The relationship between the two sides has always been very good.

Wang Lin was a little embarrassed, but Zheng Qin'er cleverly knocked Wang Lin's head, and then took the lead in running in the direction of the setting sun. Wang Lin rubbed his head and quickly followed, "Qin'er, you wait for me"

"That's not going to work, you'll have to chase me yourself!" the girl's silver bell-like laugh rang out.

The boy and girl walked for a while, "Qin'er, today, what do you want to eat today?" Do you want to go to Aunt Chen's house to see if there are any leftover potatoes, you don't like potatoes the most." The boy asked happily.

"Okay, okay, let's go quickly, I'm afraid that Aunt Chen will give the meal to the others when it's late!" Zheng Qin'er's eyes lit up, her hands clenched into fists and raised them in front of her chest, with a look of "The War of the Two Countries" is over, and now she is going to swear to start a battle for food.

It has been five years since the battle between the real Daxin and Yilan ended, and these orphans have also changed from twelve or thirteen-year-old children to seventeen or eighteen-year-old teenagers, because Wang Lin and other child kings organized orphan gangs, in fact, not many orphans really starved to death in the past four years, and most of the dead went to play in the wild, I don't know the depths, and finally were eaten by wild beasts in the mountains or captured by the armored Yilan scouts, and they were never to be found again. So from then on, Wang Lin and other child kings made a rule that no one was allowed to enter the mountain, otherwise they would be expelled from the gang and other gangs would not be included, for orphans, these gangs have long become a family, expelling the gang is no different from being kicked out of the house, and at the same time, in the world of orphans, not holding a group often means death.

There is no game to grab, and it is the norm for orphans to live in the face of dignity, and in the face of dignity, it is obviously more important for these children to live, and they will come up with various names for the leftovers they are going to eat, especially when the orphans want leftovers that they have never seen before, they will scramble to give these new dishes a loud name.

"Wang Lin, you see that today's sunset is so beautiful, golden here, and red there. "The boy and the girl were on the way to Aunt Chen's house, and Qin'er pointed to the sky.

Wang Lin followed Zheng Qin'er's fingers and glanced at the sunset, first thought it was beautiful, then frowned slightly, and then suddenly turned pale, and a little beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Zheng Qin'er saw the young man like this, her pretty eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if Wang Lin was uncomfortable, then I would have suffered a great grievance, puffed out her cheeks, pursed her small mouth, and asked with a look of grievance and confusion: "Wang Lin, what's wrong with you, are you uncomfortable? The leftovers you asked for in the morning broke your stomach?" The young man retracted his gaze and lowered his head, with a gentle smile on his face, looking at Qin'er's clear and shining eyes under the golden light of the sunset, and her innocent expression, I liked her cute appearance from the bottom of my heart.

I don't know what to do, I don't know where I live, I don't know what I knot, I don't know what I understand.

"Maybe, it's okay, let's go!" The boy patted the girl's head, the girl exclaimed, and said a little shyly: "Don't pat my head, I won't grow tall!", and then Wang Lin took the girl's hand and ran quickly to Aunt Chen's house, as if to escape, it seems that this can get farther and farther away from the sunset, the girl who doesn't know the reason was pulled like this, lowered her head slightly, felt the warmth of the young man's hand, smiled at the corner of her mouth, and the sunset stretched the shadows of the two people longer and longer until she gradually disappeared at the end of the path.

Wang Lin knows that he is different from others, because he can see the qi running in the body of everyone around him, golden, and the different movements make the way and position of the qi run in the body are also different.

The boy would not tell the girl that there were two people in the "sunset" in his eyes, and the qi in their bodies was too full and overflowing, and the breath was released between heaven and earth, covering the sky and the sun, and for ordinary people, this colorful glow was so dazzling.