When Zhao Zhenwu woke up again, his wife had left and the cabin was clean, leaving no trace of her or her son.
Zhao Zhenwu sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a long time, and somehow he touched the gun on his waist.
The medals and swords were all snatched away, but no one wanted the general's gun.
Maybe this gun is just like the generals in the imperial capital now, there are so many of them, and it's not worth much, right?
Zhao Zhenwu took out the miniature arrow blaster, placed it on his thigh and rubbed it carefully.
The muzzle of the gun bloomed with crystal clear brilliance.
It was full of strange attraction for some reason, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and wanted to blow it. muzzle…… "Boom, boom, boom!"
Someone broke down the door.
Zhao Zhenwu was so excited that he threw the gun far away as if he was electrocuted.
He calmed down and said, "Who is it?"
"Old Zhao, it's me."
A familiar voice muffled outside.
When he opened the door, he saw it was He Peng, his classmate in the general school class.
Immortal cultivators have absolute confidence in their own strength when they are triumphant in the spring breeze and their horses are hoofed.
Naturally, they are in intrigues and intrigues with each other, and they fight openly and secretly.
But on the battlefield, crawling around on a planet or even a trench, occasionally you will form life-long friendships.
Especially since everyone has been beaten to their limits and reduced to the pit of fire of the general school class.
There is nothing left to calculate and exploit.
Under the sympathy of the same people, the friendship is quite pure!
Immortal cultivators are also human beings, and they also show loyalty sometimes.
The circumstances of this "Lieutenant General He Peng" are almost the same as those of Zhao Zhenwu.
The two have similar temperaments and have a good friendship on the battlefield.
Now they are both fallen people in the world.
They are even more irreconcilable friends.
Seeing that it was He Peng who came to the door, Zhao Zhenwu felt a little uneasy, thinking that he knew about the conflict between himself and his wife, so he came to comfort him.
However, he looked at the sad look on his brother's face, and it didn't look like him at all.
He frowned and said, "What's going on?"
He Peng sighed heavily, shook his head and said: "Zhou Lifu is dead.
He died so miserably, alas!"
"What!"
Zhao Zhenwu was shocked.
The Zhou Lifu they were talking about was also a classmate in the general school class.
He was the lieutenant general of the Imperial Army and a ruthless man with a notorious reputation in the outer world of the first quadrant decades ago.
This gentleman was born as a gladiator.
He was ruthless and extremely tyrannical.
It is said that he had a brilliant record of winning thirty-five games in a row.
At his peak, he had reached the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage and was known as the "Ghost Butcher"!
Zhou Lifu is also a very famous student in the general school class.
He has a bold personality and has a wide circle of friends.
He is also regarded as a core figure among many students.
Unexpectedly, he died so silently.
"Lao Zhou is different from you and me.
I am naked and have no worries.
You only have a wife and a son, so the burden is not too heavy.
But Lao Zhou has five sons, and each of them seems to have cultivation talents.
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They all need Spend a lot of resources to support it.”
He Peng walked into the room, sat down, patted his thighs and said, "I am a half-grown man who lives in poverty.
There are five strong young men who are waiting for food at home.
How can I rely on Lao Zhou's small allowance and subsidy alone?"
"The child's future is important, so I have no choice but to return to my old career.
Somehow I contacted a dark arena in the underground world of the imperial capital and went to play games again.
"Hey, does he think he is still the 'ghost butcher' he was a few decades ago?
After fighting on the battlefield for so many years, one of his eggs was knocked off by the Holy Alliance people.
What kind of ghosts and butchers are there?
Relying on medicine?
It was exciting.
I barely won two games.
Last night I met a difficult character and was greedy for a huge bonus.
It seemed that if I stayed through one more round, I could get more money even if I lost.
But in the end, I was... beaten to death on stage.
Dead!
"Damn it, the 'Blood Slaughter Group' he led the eight hundred gladiators to form back then was so domineering, majestic, and tyrannical.
It was like a hail of bullets and swords on the front line for so many years, but he didn't kill the Holy Alliance people, but when he returned to the imperial capital, Such a useless death!"
Zhao Zhenwu had mixed feelings in his heart, feeling quite sad that the rabbit had died and the fox had died.
He couldn't help but feel his true feelings and began to lament.
“That’s not all” He Peng wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "When the body was brought home, something was wrong with Lao Zhou's family on the spot.
He didn't cry or make a fuss.
He even said thank you to the staff of the arena.
After everyone left, It was almost dawn, and I had to take my five sons with me!"
"ah?"
Zhao Zhenwu was so shocked that he forgot that he almost put the gun in his mouth just now, "Why did you do such a stupid thing?
Can you save me?"
"Fortunately, there was a family who wanted to pay.
I went to his house before dawn and kicked in the door.
I found him in time and everything was fine."
He Peng said, "It's just a matter of rescuing them.
Without the backbone of Lao Zhou, the family will collapse.
How will the five little guys go forward?
If they don't have enough resources, they will be useless all their lives."
Are you an 'original person'?
"Now all the students in the general school study class have gone to Lao Zhou's house.
Lao Zhou got along pretty well with everyone before he was alive.
We have discussed that we must work together to help and deal with what happened after his death.
We can't be a coward while alive.
You’re so cowardly, right?”
"right!"
Zhao Zhenwu said categorically, "Let's go, let's go together, go together, I don't believe it.
With so many generals and lieutenant generals gathered together, they can't bury a comrade in glory!"
The two Imperial Army lieutenant generals hunched their waists with packages between them, leaning against the wall, one foot deeper and one foot shallower, and walked toward Zhou Lifu's shack deep in Area 36.
He Peng naturally noticed Zhao Zhenwu's strangeness and asked him what was on his mind.
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Zhao Zhenwu was embarrassed to say that his wife had run away with someone, so after thinking about it, he revealed that the family heirloom sword had been stolen away.
After finishing speaking, he sighed and said bitterly: "Ten years ago, I would have beaten eight of them with one hand against such superficial guards!"
"It's a pity that you and I were seriously injured on the front line.
Now it's their turn to hit eight of us with one hand."
He Peng smiled bitterly and said, "The tiger fell down and was bullied by the dog.
The world is so cold and cold.
God damn it!"
The two of them sighed long and short, and talked about the current situation of their familiar classmates and Taoist friends, but everything they said was miserable and desolate, and there was no exciting news at all.
Talking about the "God of War" Lei Chenghu again, Zhao Zhenwu reluctantly cheered up and said that he had heard the news that Liaohai Hou Lei Chenghu couldn't bear the miserable situation of generals and commanders, and he would most likely appeal to the Senate to improve their situation.
It would be great if it were true.
He Peng smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Brother, this news is out of date.
The latest news is that General Lei Du Ni Bodhisattva cannot protect himself when he crosses the river.
Even his military power will be cut off.
How can he have the energy to control them?
Zhao Zhenwu said "Oh", shrunk his head and stopped talking.
The two of them walked in a dull manner, and soon they came to the alley of Zhou Lifu's house.
At this moment, this backstreet, less than three meters wide, was already crowded with generals and commanders.
Pieces of black, gray and tawny woolen uniforms of generals covered the ghosts of people and ghosts, making the atmosphere solemn and solemn, but also depressing to the extreme.
Deep in the alley, there seemed to be a woman crying like a ghost in a opera.
The crying made Zhao Zhenwu upset, and for some reason he thought of his wife again.
Shaking his head vigorously, he looked up and saw that they were all familiar or unfamiliar classmates who were suffering from the same problem.
Most of them were like him, with the word "embarrassment" written all over their bodies.
Some sighed, some gritted their teeth, and some There were angry expressions on their faces, some people were whispering with their mouths pressed together, and some people were nodding lightly towards Zhao Zhenwu and He Peng, as if they had concluded some secret covenant with each other.
Zhao Zhenwu and He Peng squeezed into the crowd, and suddenly heard that in addition to crying, there were people shouting at the top of their lungs, shouting a poem or something like a suicide note.
They vaguely heard these words: "Athletes who died tragically on the battlefield, heroes and souls wandering in the sea of stars, open your eyes and look at the bloody wealthy families behind you who are piled up with your bones!
“You are dying in vain on the front lines, while your families are starving in the rear.
Those corrupt officials and powerful people have used your flesh and blood in exchange for singing, dancing, feasting, and extravagance!
"Who can pity you, who will remember you, who can protect your innocent family members?
Let the miserable wind and rain come more violently to cover up your extremely sad screams!"
Zhao Zhenwu clenched his fists and asked in a low voice: "Is this a poem or a song, and who wrote it?"
"have no idea."
He Peng shook his head, "It must have been made up by some extremely depressed student.
Many people have been making up the past two days, and they are all singing.
Otherwise, what else can we do?"
The two of them finally squeezed into the mourning hall and saw Zhou Lifu's widow, dressed in all white, kneeling on the ground in a daze.
There were five little guys next to her who were a little at a loss.
They stared at her with big round eyes.
There are these "generals" who should be majestic around them.
A female officer was whispering comfort to Zhou Lifu's widow.
She didn't know what she said that touched the sad point.
Zhou Lifu's widow suddenly burst into tears again: "I don't want to die either, I want to live, I want to live well."
Go down!
But how can we survive, eldest sister?"
These words touched everyone's pain.
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The female officer was stunned for a long time, and she even started crying together with the widow.
The cries were contagious like a virus, and weird things that may have never happened in the history of the real human empire took place.
In the back streets, hundreds of immortal cultivators were moved by the scene, and started sobbing one after another.
The atmosphere was so well-done that even Zhao Zhenwu and He Peng shed a few sincere tears.
Everyone was crying until they were heartbroken, when suddenly an officer from the depths of the crowd shouted loudly: "We are all upright Imperial soldiers.
The Empire has fallen to this level.
Can we just cry secretly here and let it go?"
There were so many people, and under the flickering lights, it was difficult to see who was speaking.
Someone else retorted: "Now that we have no soldiers or guns, most of us are suffering from injuries and illnesses, and our realm has plummeted.
Even if we are determined to serve the country, what else can we do besides weeping secretly?"
The first officer to speak said: "Even if you can only cry bitterly, you shouldn't cry secretly here.
No one will know if you cry until you die.
If you want to cry, go to the gate of the Senate and cry openly and loudly.
Let all the people in the empire know what happened to us!”
The second officer continued to retort: "Who doesn't know that the imperial capital is currently under martial law, and the elites of the four elector families have surrounded the Senate.
They are afraid that they will be discovered before they even get close to the Senate, and they will be dispersed one by one.
How could it be 'earth-shattering' if we were arrested?"
"Everyone" The first officer finally stepped forward, stood on a high ground, and said with righteous indignation, "Fellow Taoists, fellow students, and brothers who have gone through life and death together, the highest authorities have torn down donkeys, crossed rivers, and demolished bridges to this extent.
We really can't bear it anymore!
What happened to General Zhou today is the fate of all of us tomorrow.
Do we really want to accept the situation and wait for death, just waiting to die like this?
"Yes, we are unarmed, and we have no intention of causing trouble, but we have no livelihood and are desperate.
Don't you even have the courage to gather together and cry, demonstrate to the highest authorities, and humiliate hundreds of millions of people?
?
"The Senate is heavily guarded, so naturally we can't go there.
So...
By the way, the Imperial Mausoleum.
Let's go to the Imperial Mausoleum and face the true human majesties of the Empire for thousands of years, and the Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi, the 'ancestor of immortal cultivators'.
Let’s cry heartily in the mausoleum, express our grievances, and ask the spirit of the Black Star Emperor in the sky to make a decision for us future generations of immortal cultivators who have been wronged!”