The conversation of sitting around the fire that night had been in the little beggar's head all these days, which made him change a lot of opinions about the rough man in front of him, and a lot of recognition in his eyes also lit up.

Although the border camp was harsh, it did not restrict the freedom of those people, which explains why there were still whispers in the middle of the march at this time, and also explained why there were still people in the border camp who dared to openly open gambling games.

The daily training in the camp was sloppy, but the time outside of training was much more relaxed, giving those strong men who were blocked in their hearts a choice. There are those who choose to enjoy themselves at the last moment of going to the battlefield, but there are those who choose to keep fighting in the camp, in order to be able to return home alive from the battlefield, this is the means of verifying the mind of the border camp.

"Are cultivators and ordinary people on different battlefields?"

The little beggar on the horse asked the rough man beside him, and he knew very well that there was a huge gap between the two. Although today's little beggar has few opponents among ordinary people, he knows that if he encounters a broken cultivator, he will only be beaten.

"In the same place. Wu Bian paused.

The little beggar frowned suddenly when he heard this, very puzzled.

"Although it is the same place, as a cultivator, it has almost become a consensus not to make a move against ordinary people, and besides, there are also cultivators who are restrained. ”

Wu Bian saw the little beggar's doubts and explained. But of course, there is more to it than that, Wu Bian only said part of it, and he didn't say the rest of it.

"There's still a shot, isn't it?" replied the little beggar with a faint look in his eyes.

The strong man beside him was a little difficult to answer.

"Then why don't you just let the cultivators not participate in the war?" he chased again, looking up at the figure on horseback on one side, scorching.

Why? Wu Bian was a little difficult to answer this question, and he didn't know it at first, but after fighting on the battlefield for so many years, and being in a high position, he also had some understanding.

Wu Bian's eyes were gloomy, and he didn't answer the little beggar immediately, he was silent for a long time, and finally said, "It's a must." ”

When the little beggar heard this, he saw that the eyes of the people on the side were gloomy, so he stopped asking.

In the past few days, he has gradually talked with Wu Bian more, and after several times, he found that the man in front of him really couldn't see through himself, so he was also relieved, but learned a lot of battlefield things from him.

......

Six or seven days passed in a flash, and the team that had gone to support from Qiushan Town had already arrived at the border pass. The Tiger Tiger Gate opened, and when he got closer, he could feel a solemn killing intent coming, and there seemed to be a distant sound of fighting in his ears, which viciously impacted the clenched hearts of the team behind him.

The strong man who was caught in the middle of the team, his face suddenly turned pale, and his whole body trembled like chaff, and before he could play, he seemed to feel that he had been choked by the throat and killed hundreds of times. The soldiers at the front and back were much calmer, and although their faces were pale, they still stood upright and strong, and there seemed to be a flame rising in their eyes.

Wu Bian instructed the good people to arrange a team to be stationed, and then went to the city with the little beggar to see the battlefield from a distance. This is what the little beggar said to Wu Bian on the way when he came, and he wanted to see that scene and keep it in his heart.

Looking at the past from a distance, there is a lot of smoke and dust, and it is not real, but the blood and slaughter that filled the air are indeed indispensable.

"Is the war serious?" the little beggar looked into the distance and asked about this way, hiding the doubts in his heart for a long time.

Wu Bian was silent when he heard this, and only after a long time did he speak, "It's not serious this time." ”

Isn't it serious? But the little beggar looked at the smoke and dust in that place, and it was clearly thick and cruel.

He didn't speak, but Wu Bian beside him glanced at him, understood what he meant, and continued, "But the country also needs immortals. ”

The little beggar's hand holding the city wall clenched slightly, and he felt indescribable in his heart.

Many people aspire to the path of cultivation and enlightenment, and once they embark on this path, they can only pursue it step by step to a higher realm. Those who seek the Great Dao by themselves are called loose cultivators, and those disciples of the sect are monks who have a guide, so what about generals like Wu Bian who have broken the shackles?

Each country is actually equivalent to a small sect, and Wu Bian belongs to the monks compiled in this small sect. The strength of the country is naturally the ordinary military strength, and it accounts for a large proportion, but what people value more is how many monks can be in a country with such an establishment?

Naturally, the disciples of the scattered cultivators and sects are not counted, so where do these so-called monks come from?

The little beggar was a little low in his heart when he heard this, but he also had some meaning that he wanted to understand. Isn't this kind of method still the same as the pursuit of immortals? But he doesn't say anything in favor, but compared with those who are bent on seeking the Tao, the two are a little different after all.

Also, it should have been thought of a long time ago. Although there are few immortals in this land, but they are only relative to ordinary people, the number of people who actually cultivate the Dao and ask the immortals is still quite large, so the most powerful and rapid method for a dispute of national interests is undoubtedly the means of the immortals.

But the sorrow of the little beggar lies in the fact that those men who thought they had the heart to serve the country with their fists were still deceived and even forced to embark on a path that they never thought of, and perhaps even more disliked.

"It can't be helped. Wu Bian seemed to see what the little beggar was thinking, and said, "But this is not contrary to their original intention, and it also did not deceive their blood, that kind of affection is always the greatest." ”

"Why?" the little beggar turned his eyes to look at Wu Bian, his eyes full of doubts.

"I'm a general, and then I'm a monk. ”

Wu Bian's gaze suddenly bloomed with brilliance and burned in one place. He also broke through the Dao after joining the border camp, but he did not pursue the so-called Dao, but stayed in the border camp and became a general. In his heart, there are many things more important than monasticism, just like the six words and three words of that night.

Individual, brother, family and country. But these three words should be more precise, family, country, brother, and finally individual.

The little beggar was silent, there were too many twists and turns here, he couldn't figure it out, and it was a little difficult to understand.

"The war here wasn't tight some time ago, was it?" he asked again.

"It's like this for the battlefield. ”

Wu Bian heard what the little beggar asked, after all, when he was in Qiushan Town, the news of the tense war on the front line spread almost all over the town, and everyone knew that the strong man in the camp in the town was the character who went to die.

"Huh?" The little beggar couldn't hear it, why did Wu Bian, a rough man, keep saying something confusing in his mouth.

"The front line is not tight, but in the eyes of Brother Gongzi, who is in wealth and comfort, even a little grass and wind blows a lot, for them it is magnified, because they don't understand. ”

Wu Bian paused, and continued, "This war is just a small friction, and it can even be said to be a practice between the two countries, but huge and bloody wars are breaking out on other borders all the time, but for those rich and dashing sons, what is the difference between big and small battles?"

Wu Bian said, glancing at the little beggar and looking into the distance, but the little beggar understood what he was looking at.

This seems to be very contradictory, people who should be rich and comfortable cannot appreciate the tension of the front-line war, but they feel a side that is more critical than the real situation on the battlefield.

But it makes perfect sense.

Many rich and noble people in comfort don't have to think about food and clothing, and they also need to talk about it in all kinds of lights, so they spend their minds on those hearsay news, and small disputes can also be said to pierce the sky, and the people's hearts are disturbed, but they are happy because they are under the attention of everyone.

"Then why don't you stop it?" said the little beggar.

Wu Bian looked at him, and then turned back to the loess in the distance to cover it, his eyes were gloomy, "I can't answer." ”

The little beggar knew that there were some things that he didn't need to say too thoroughly, the tight battle situation, the soldiers who came to send him to death but did not send him to death, the feelings in Wu Bian's mouth, and the deep general in front of him, had already explained a lot of things. But he understood a little, but he felt that he didn't understand, after all, he was not one of them.

The procession was divided into three parts, one part of the front and one section, and two parts of the middle section, one of which was in the camp on the side of the hill and wanted to fight to get back alive, and the other part naturally chose to enjoy the last days.

However, the last deadline for waiting for death did not come, and all the strong men remained in the border camp, and the hardships were all connected, and there was still much thought to spend on pleasure.

......

"Young master, the caravan out of the customs has been arranged. ”

"Hmm. ”

The little beggar only stayed here for one night, and the next morning he went with the caravan to the opposite side of the upper south. Naturally, it is not a battlefield to walk, and it is a secluded forest mountain road on the side. The trade between the two countries was very frequent, and it was not uncommon to meet other horsemen on the way, and some familiar ones even said hello.

The little beggar on horseback turned his head to look at the Xiongguan, there was a battle flag fluttering on the pass, a shout in the pass was soaring to the sky, and the blade outside the pass could be heard from afar.

Gannan, Zhengnan, sounds like a bunch of brothers......

Finally, one night in the border camp, the little beggar saw many things. The newly captured strong men in the camp over there are naturally very decadent, but the veterans who have been in the camp have heroic spirit in their eyes and are very sharp, like the knife on the battlefield, fast and strong.

The little beggar wasn't sure if they knew what Wu Bian said to him, but since Wu Bian could understand it by himself, they would understand it somewhat. But just as Wu Bian said, the little beggar didn't see anything else in a man who had been on the battlefield to fight, his eyes were all burning with firelight, and his emotions were all contained in the thick soup that sat around, and it was boiling hot.