Swords and guns have no eyes, and water and fire are ruthless.

The evil of swords and guns is the evil of humanity, and the evil of fire and water is the evil of heaven.

People in the world often don't know that the saying "swords and guns have no eyes" originated from the military camp. On the battlefield, there are thousands of sharp people, and when they kill to the end, people often lose their minds, and they don't distinguish between friend and foe. Just imagine, standing between 10,000 people, facing thousands of enemies, arrows coming like rain, and a knife and spear are holding on to your body, even if you have ten thousand abilities, it is difficult to continue for a long time. Zhan Xuan and Zhan Kong were eager to kill the enemy, and the two of them went deep into the enemy formation alone, not wanting to be trapped by the group. Several of their disciples hurriedly rushed to the rescue, and the result was predictable.

At this moment, in the simple mourning hall on the right side of the camp, the lamps are swaying, the white silk is fluttering lightly, and the six people of Zhan Xu, Zhi Xiao, Zhi Mu, Zhi Zhi, Zhi You, and Zhi Ji are dressed in white cloth, lying in the middle side by side. A group of Taoist priests from Zhenwuguan sat cross-legged on the ground and recited the mantra of death.

“... The edict of the Taishang, the lonely soul of Chaoyou, the ghost of everything, the four lives of grace. ... Save the others, hurry and overlive..."Except for Zhi Ze, who died in the battle of Xiaoxiankou, and Zhankong, Zhichun, and Zhidian, who were seriously injured and couldn't get up, the remaining fourteen Zhenwu people were all here, and six people were exceeded. Mei Yuanchen was at the end of the mourning hall, kneeling on the ground. "Senior Brother Zhanxu and the six senior nephews had nothing to do with this war at all. If it weren't for me, how could they have lost their lives and lay here?"

After reciting the mantra of the past life a hundred times, the mourning hall was suddenly silent, and only Mei Yuanchen's sobbing sound could be heard.

Zhan Tong got up, walked in front of Mei Yuanchen, and said to him: "Little junior brother, get up!"

"Senior brother, I... I can't. Mei Yuanchen couldn't stop crying, and said intermittently.

Zhan Tong sighed and said heavily: "Senior Brother Zhan Xu's five nephews have passed away, you can be sad, but you don't have to blame yourself!"

"Senior Brother Zhanxu and Zhi Ze all died because of me, I... I can't die! I'm so sorry for them... I'm sorry... Senior Brother in Charge... I'm sorry!... I'm sorry! Blame me!" Mei Yuanchen felt more and more pain in his heart the more he spoke, his voice was hoarse, and he kept grabbing the ground with his head "Bang! bang! His hands were pressed into fists on the ground, and his ten fingers were squeezed purple by the force of his palm.

Zhan Cheng and Zhan Jue had already noticed the abnormality here, and they had already done it. Zhan Cheng stretched out his hand to accumulate strength to pull Mei Yuanchen, but found that he didn't move, knowing that his internal strength was much higher than his own.

"They are not dead because of you, junior brother, get up!" Zhan Cheng no longer pulled strongly, and persuaded in a clear voice. Seeing that Mei Yuanchen didn't answer, he continued: "You are still shallow in the master's door, and you are only afraid that your knowledge of the essentials of the Daomen is limited. ”

Although Mei Yuanchen still didn't answer, he couldn't help but listen.

"Although the Taoist doctrine never persuades people to be good and righteous. However, in the past thousands of years, whenever the troubled times come, the people in the Taoist Gate are often the first to go down the mountain and enter the WTO to help all sentient beings. Zhan Cheng said loudly, "People in the world often think that the Taoist sect only knows how to open mountains and accumulate wealth, seek longevity, refine elixirs, avoid the world, and seek good fortune and avoid disasters." How do you know that what the Dao Sect really seeks is not the way of heaven, but the way of heaven and man!"

Although Mei Yuanchen has followed Qingxuan Daoist for many years, he has never heard him preach Taoist teachings, and his knowledge is really shallow, at this time, when he heard Zhan Cheng say, his heart was very touched, and he couldn't help but ask: "Senior brother, what is heavenly humanity?"

"Do whatever you want, chase me by road. Where the heart goes, go where it goes, unrestrained and unconcerned. If I aspire to eternal life, I will seek the way of longevity and immortality. If I have mercy on the world, I will not hesitate to die to save the people. I live and die for the common people, not for affection, but for martyrdom! The twenty-four sons of Zhenwu went down the mountain this time, all of them were driven by the pity of the source of their hearts, the pity of humanity, and the suffering of all sentient beings. Now that we have entered the WTO, we have already made the idea of martyrdom. Senior Brother Zhanxu and several nephews were martyred, but they were just satisfied with their karma and got rid of the Tao. Everyone has affection, and they have been reluctant to get along for decades. It is inevitable that we will be sad because they are gone. Little junior brother, you can't give up your heart. If you blame yourself for this, you don't have to suffer from now on!" Zhan Cheng replied in a positive voice. I saw that his eyes were bloodshot, obviously quite sad, but the words were sonorous and powerful.

Hearing this word by word, Mei Yuanchen's mood changed greatly. "Is this the righteousness of the Daomen? If you die for righteousness, you will be so fearless and unrepentant!" he sighed in his heart.

Zhan Tong looked at Zhan Cheng heartily, and the two of them each stretched out a hand to lift Mei Yuanchen from the ground.

The lanterns flickered and the white silk fluttered lightly, which was the last farewell of the six martyrs to the world.

It was already two o'clock when I came out of the mourning hall. The night was dark and windy, and the wind was mixed with the smell of blood and corpses... Mei Yuanchen walked into the Chinese military tent, Mei Siyuan and Xu Dingan were seriously injured and placed there.

Mei Siyuan's face had improved, thinking that it was the effect of the several immortal true qi that Mei Yuanchen had poured into his body. Xu Ding'an's wounds were not much, but they were either deep or wide, and the knife wound on his waist had cut one of his waists, and he was still not sure if he could survive it.

"Mei Gongzi?" a voice came from behind.

Mei Yuanchen hurriedly looked back and saw an ironclad general standing under the tent, staring at him. Although Mei Yuanchen didn't know him, he heard the guards say that Zhuge Pingtai of the Limin Mansion led the troops to help, and he knew that it was the one in front of him. He bowed his hand and said, "General Zhuge !"

Zhuge Pingtai saw him answer, strode over, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "The man of the Mei family, it's really good!" Before seeing Mei Yuanchen, he had already seen Yi Qilin, and he already knew everything in this period. He knew that it was his idea to send people to the palace of Li Min to ask for help; he knew that he borrowed the 4,500 cavalry soldiers who rushed to Suzhou before him from the military camp of the Anxian garrison; he knew that he led 1,000 light cavalry to gallop 2,400 miles deep into the enemy's territory and burned the rations of the 200,000 troops for 700 miles. During today's war, tens of thousands of Shatuo's troops wanted to encircle their own ironclad army from the side, but it was he who scattered lime to block the enemy's attack. I really appreciate him in my heart. And Mei Siyuan is needless to say, he is a capable official of Yunwen and Yunwu, who in Dahua is not convinced?

"Mei Gongzi, my eldest brother's eldest son, Zhuge Xingchen is also studying in the capital Huazijian, should you know him?" Zhuge Pingtai said with a smile.

Hearing about Zhuge Xingchen, Mei Yuanchen smiled reluctantly and replied: "Xingchen is my best friend. If he can leave Beijing, he will definitely kill the enemy from Rong, and he will definitely be more than ten times better than me!"

"Haha! Good boy!" Zhuge Pingtai laughed, "Dahua has you juniors, and it will definitely turn around and swallow Yunei!" After a pause in laughter, he suddenly asked, "What do you think will happen if Chihedan learns the news after burning the grain and grass of the Shatuo army?"

"Choose one of the two!" replied Mei Yuanchen.

Zhuge Pingtai said solemnly: "Say!"

"First, withdraw the troops and return to Shatuo. This is what you and I look for. Mei Yuanchen breathed a sigh of relief, and said again: "Second, don't take care of anything else, lead troops to attack Suzhou, and feed the war with war!"

Zhuge Pingtai raised his head and sighed heavily: "Not bad." If Chi Hedan chooses to attack the city, and there are no reinforcements coming in a short time, even if you and I are all killed here, we will definitely not be able to stop it!" The combat strength of the Shatuo army is not weak, if it is not thousands of miles away, and it encounters continuous heavy rain, and the march is blocked all the way, Suzhou must have been captured for a long time.

Mei Yuanchen already had a plan in his heart, and when he heard Zhuge Pingtai's will, he was a little depressed, so he said: "General Zhuge , you can defend with peace of mind." The juniors must do their best to make the Chihedan army give up the idea of attacking the city as a camp!"

Seeing that his words were firm and his expression was resolute, Zhuge Pingtai thought about it and exclaimed, "Do you want to go to the Shatuo camp at night and kill Chi Hedan?"