"Ho...... For...... Sky...... Rumbling sounded.

Qian Yang's mind was still chaotic, and in the face of this sudden inquiry, he was just stunned.

At this time, Qian Yang, who was in the fragment of memory, happened to open his mouth with confidence:

“...... Where the heart desires, is where the way of heaven is!"

That's right, that was exactly the answer that Qian Yang had with the red-faced old man in the belly of the mountain.

The fragments of memory stopped here and turned into 10,000 cold stars.

"Where does your heart want?" Qian Yang finally came to his senses.

The huge face in the sky was noncommittal, and the rumbling voice sounded again:

"The way of the world is not the direction of the heart, where is the man?"

Qian Yang didn't have time to think about it, and blurted out according to his heart: "Only be good to yourself." ”

As soon as the words fell, Qian Yang saw that the face seemed to show a hint of mockery:

"How to be alone?"

Qian Yang stared at that face for a long time, and his tone was full of firmness: "The vicissitudes of the world do not violate your heart!"

The face glared at Qian Yang, and Qian Yang was not afraid at all.

A smile appeared on his face, and then turned into a black mist, wrapping Qian Yang tightly in it, and a rumbling voice seemed to come from the sky: "Wait for me to see how you don't violate your heart!"

The thick drowsiness hit instantly, and Qian Yang didn't have time to struggle, and lost consciousness in the blink of an eye......

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My name is Sani and I am a glorious soldier.

I may not know exactly what glory means, but since last week, Aunt Hannah and Uncle Tim next door have been complimenting me with the word glory.

Well, I'll admit, I'm just a rookie, but I'm definitely not an ordinary rookie recruit. I had a talent for shooting that would amaze the recruit instructor with a poker face, and he even asked me more than once in amazement if I had ever served in the military.

Of course not! I don't remember any of the experience of shooting, and of course, I don't remember much. But what does it matter! In short, I am now a full-fledged soldier, an honorable soldier who can be paid thirty crowns a week.

Mrs. Cullen had eaten the white bread she had been absent for a long time this morning, with the money I had paid for the previous week. I saw a long-lost smile on her face, probably the first time I had seen her furrow furrow since my father's death.

Of course, there may be something wrong with my memory, and I only have a few limited fragments of the past in my mind, so Mrs. Cullen may have laughed before, maybe I just don't remember. Who knows! Memories don't matter whatever, I just know that from now on Mrs. Cullen will be able to eat white bread every morning, two slices, if she wills.

By the way, I probably forgot to mention that Mrs. Cullen was my stepmother.

On my way to the barracks this morning, I visited Josephine at the cloakshop, as usual. Yes, as usual! She's such a lovely girl, and what I like the most is the mischievous freckles on her fair skin.

Josephine may be a little nagging, but isn't that the hormones of youth beating? Some people say behind her back that she is a little snobbish. But I don't think so, isn't yearning for happiness the embodiment of loving life?

Josephine didn't seem to like me very much, and I was too shy to go into her cloakshop. I think maybe she's too reserved, or maybe she thinks I'm a little sloppy? No, I'm certainly not a sloppy person, it's just that my last job really didn't give me the energy to groom myself. As for what your last job was? I certainly won't tell you. You just need to know that I am a glorious soldier now!

Since last week, Josephine has noticeably changed her attitude towards me, and I think it must be my sleek uniform that has covered my only flaw, so I decided to drop by every morning to visit her.

This morning, Josephine not only spoke to me warmly, but even carefully prepared a gift for me. And when I unwrapped the beautiful package, guess what I saw? Oh my God! It was the latest topper of the year, and it was hand-sewn by Josephine. Looking at Josephine's slightly flushed cheeks, I couldn't help but feel the urge to kiss her.

Yes, of course I kissed her!

Don't make a fuss! Have you ever heard of a glorious soldier who kept that thing at my age!

I figured I might need some money to welcome my beautiful bride, and of course it had nothing to do with the first kiss or anything.

Everything is new in the army, the comrades-in-arms are interesting, and I don't know if my father had the same wonderful life during his lifetime. Oh, may the Lord bless him, I can't even remember what he looked like.

My favorite guy is Daniel, and he's such a good young man, and if he didn't smell like vodka in his mouth, I think I'd even like him more than Josephine.

Daniel would always tell me things I had never heard of, he always knew things that no one else knew, and he was happy to tell me them when the smell was strongest in his mouth. He was even willing to share with me the remaining vodka at the bottom of his bottle, which of course I refused. Perhaps I should not have refused his generosity, but I am terrified of the wine produced by our allies.

Daniel's favorite thing to talk about is where there was another strike, and how many people marched on a certain street with banners. He also liked to talk about what taxes had been added to the city recently, and every time he said this, he had a cheerful expression, because of course there was no need to pay taxes as a glorious soldier.

Actually, I don't mind paying a little bit of tax, because I love my city and I want it to become more and more beautiful. It's just that if that's the case, my bride will have to wait for me a little longer, and my savings plan may be delayed for a while.

Daniel doesn't always have fun talking about anything, like when he talks about the Boleyn Wall.

By the way, the city where I live is called Bolin, and the Bolin Wall is naturally the scarlet wall that stands outside the city. I don't know when the Boleyn Wall was built, but unfortunately I don't remember that. But I know I don't like the wall, and no one around me likes it.

My best playmate as a kid died under that wall. I vividly remember that he liked to look at the birds flying in the sky outside the wall on a bright afternoon, and sometimes he would bury his whole face in the dirt and be silent. At that time, I understood, understood his restrained yearning and his yearning for no restraint. But I'm sorry I can't remember his name, but I remember the indignation I felt when I learned of his death.

My playmates weren't the only ones who died under that wall. Boleyn looks huge, but if you live here for a long time, you will realize that she is actually very small. Any two people in the city are likely to have heard of each other, and are more likely to have a common social circle. The scarlet blood stain on the Boleyn wall seemed to indicate that almost everyone had an acquaintance and fell under the Boling wall.

The newspapers said that those who died there had betrayed the Lord and their homeland, and that they had been tempted by the devil to climb over the Boleyn wall and throw themselves into the devil's arms. I don't really believe it, because I haven't seen the devil, and I certainly don't want to.

Mrs. Cullen obviously knew something, and I remember she saying that there was no devil over there, yes, I remember it very well, but she wouldn't tell me what was over there.

Daniel had obviously drunk too much vodka that day, and he told me with a stiff tongue that there really wasn't a devil on the other side of Boleyn's wall, just countless white breads and a line of girls with fat waists @ buttocks.

He must have been joking. If it were me, I would never have fought for those two things, because I don't need that much white bread, two slices per meal is enough for me, and I don't need so many girls, because I have my beautiful Josephine.

I'm happy with my life now, huh...... At least after I became a soldier.

If there's anyone in the barracks that I hate, it's him.

I didn't know his name and I never spoke to him, but I didn't know why, I always felt like he had a dark cloud over his face, and he looked at me in such an unfriendly way that I even thought he was trying to eat me, even though he still had a smile on his face at the time.

He's a gendarme, and his team is in charge of us soldiers. Yes, take care. I don't think a glorious soldier needs to be guarded like a prisoner, so I don't like the gendarme. And that black face always stood behind me, consciously or unconsciously, giving me the illusion that he would bare his fangs at the back of my neck, so I didn't like black face even more.

Please forgive me for calling him blackface, but I'm not going to apologize.

Just today, Daniel brought good news, starting with a long list of the names of some big names, and then saying something like negotiation, compromise, and so on. The excited Daniel was obviously incoherent, but he kept his voice down and told me countless times not to say it. It took me a lot of effort to finally understand what he was going to say:

The Boleyn Wall will soon be torn down!

When I heard the news, I was just as excited as Daniel, but the reason for the excitement was needless to say? Of course, because I didn't like the Boleyn Wall, yes, nobody liked it.

"I actually wanted to tear that wall down a long time ago!"

May I say that?

Of course, I didn't dare to say it before, but now that the big guys have decided to push it down, it means that they agree with me, and I think I can already say what I think. Those who tried to climb over the Boleyn Wall didn't hurt anyone, so I don't think anyone has the right to kill them there, even if they were tempted by the devil, especially if it was only white bread and beautiful girls who tempted them.

Daniel covered my mouth and repeatedly warned me not to talk to anyone about the Boleyn Wall until the day it was actually topped down.

I could only agree with Daniel's prudence, but that didn't dampen my excitement, and at last I took a sip of his vodka. I have to say that this wine of our allies is really too bad to drink!

In the evening, I received my first assignment after joining the army. To be honest, after being an honorable soldier, I was always looking forward to my debut instead of going to those boring trainings all day. Therefore, when the sergeant major stood in front of me, my mood was quite emotional. But when he said the job was done, I preferred to stay in the camp for the rest of my life.

This is a temporary mission, and the mission requires me to take the place of a sick soldier to guard the Boleyn Wall tonight, of course, the purpose of the guard is not to prevent the enemy from attacking in, but to prevent those who have been tempted by the devil from escaping beyond the Boling Wall, and my mission is to kill all the "devil believers" who try to cross the Boling Wall.

Killed?

Oh my God, I had only heard that a lot of people had died there, but I never thought that such a frenzied task would one day fall on me. I really want to tell the sergeant major out loud that the Boleyn Wall doesn't need to be guarded anymore!

But I knew it didn't make sense.

He was a military man. Me too!

He didn't have a choice, and neither did I.

I still stood on the watchtower next to Boleyn Wall, and my mission was to defend this section of the wall within the satellite line, killing any creatures that came near Boleyn Wall. And what made me even angrier was that behind me stood a gendarme, oh, you guessed it, he was blackfaced.

Fate likes to play tricks on people, and the black face will always appear next to me for no reason, I always thought that he was the gendarme in charge of the new barracks, but I had come to the Boleyn Wall twenty miles away from the new barracks, and he appeared behind me as promised.

Now I know that his job may not be in charge of the boot barracks, nor of the Boleyn Wall, but of looking after me. It seems that my military salary should be sixty crowns a week, and only half of it is used to hire this guy who exists only for me.

For now, I can only hope that no one will be in front of the walls tonight.

They could have set the time for tomorrow. Tomorrow that sick guard should be healed, right? I can even pray in the presence of the Lord for the health of that comrade-in-arms whom I have never met.

Of course, they can also change their route a little. I've heard that the scenery near the wall in front of me is more sultry, and the guards there are taller and more handsome, so they must be much more attractive than me, a poor, lowly, and cowardly rookie recruit.

I'll admit, I'm a good-for-nothing bastard, I'm a cowardly piece of waste.

I couldn't hold back my tears, just as the boy with the big brimmed hat touched the bottom of Boleyn's walls.

"Raise your gun, soldier!" the nasty voice sounded behind me.

Yes, I have to beat that kid who defies the ban.

I am a glorious soldier, it is my duty to obey orders, and it is my glory to kill him.

And he dared to appear before me with that hat, if I am not mistaken, his hat is exactly the same as the one Josephine gave me, you must know that the topper hat was sewn to me by Josephine himself, and there will never be another hat like it in the world.

Maybe I'm wrong, but what does it matter? Shameful thief! You gave me another reason why I had to kill you.

I watched as my hands slowly lifted the rifle, but why couldn't my damn hand pull the bolt? I knew that the guy behind me had reached the holster on his waist with his right hand, and I knew that his cowhide holster contained a Luger pistol. But what does that have to do with me? As soon as I kill the damned thief, the gendarme, who has divided half of my salary, will obediently put down his hand.

So...... If I don't shoot, I'm just saying that if he does, will he kill me? like he would kill any soldier who disobeys a military order? Maybe not, if I turn around and plead with him now, he probably won't kill me, well! He will at most take me to court-martial, and then ...... And then...... Oh God, my dear Josephine, my dear Daniel, and ...... Mrs. Cullen's favorite white bread!

I don't know what I'm thinking, it's so simple, if I kill the boy who was seduced by the devil, it will all go back to the way it was. I'm still a glorious soldier, and I can listen to Daniel tell me every day and drink the "delicious" vodka from our allies. I could have prepared lots of white bread for Mrs. Cullen and watched her smile like an innocent child. Of course, I will also marry my beloved Josephine, and kiss her freckle-soft cheeks every day......

Yes, I must kill the thief who was tempted by the devil!

I pulled the bolt and aimed it at his head. Yes, I've got a lot of shooting talent, I'm a sharpshooter, and I'm sure I'll be able to get that kid a headshot with ease.

Actually, I don't have to think so much, I'm just a soldier, what else can I do besides carry out orders?

I can't do anything!

I am just a soldier, a glorious soldier!

"Bang!"

I fired! A bowler hat was nailed to the wall.

The boy was so frightened that he crawled to the other end of the fence to find the devil who tempted him, and of course it could be the girl with a fat waist @ buttocks.

Who knows!

I am just a soldier, a glorious soldier!

Of course I didn't hit him, because I was only a recruit and had never shot before, so how could I possibly shoot him in the head?

I said I was a sharpshooter?

You know, I've got some memory issues, so don't believe anything I say.

Okay, now it's time for me to go to Boleyn Wall. As for what to do?

Don't you wonder if that hat is mine or not?

As I walked down the watchtower, I heard someone behind me say, "Well done!

Of course, maybe I heard it wrong, but what does it matter?

I am just a soldier, a humble and cowardly glorious soldier with a little conscience!