A Million Ways To Live In A Dungeon

"I reject."

The old man sipped his tea and categorically refused: "Don't think you saved my wife, I will listen to you everything, there is no way for me to go to the battlefield again!"

"Why?" Zheng Qian puzzled.

However, these three words seemed to touch the old man's scales.

"why?!"

The old man patted the table and shouted: "Because this is not my business alone!

Do you want me to fight again? I'm not afraid of death, I want to fight, my old bones are a big deal, just go and die!

But my family, after fighting for this country all their lives, what have they gained?

My eldest son is dead, my second son is dead, and my grandson is also dead!

They all sacrificed their lives for this country and fought on the battlefield. Our family did not seek prosperity and wealth, and we had no regrets.

But what did Tianshan, young people now, treat us? !

Now, what face do you have to beg us for? You say it! ! "

The old man's voice became louder and louder, as if he was about to vent all the grievances he had accumulated for many years.

His body couldn't help trembling lightly, and his fist was clenched tightly with detached force.

Meeting those sorrowful and indignant eyes, Zheng Qian sighed helplessly.

It's not that Zheng Qian couldn't understand his feelings.

In fact, his feelings are exactly the feelings of most veterans.

Even if you suffer all the humiliation, the object of the humiliation is the people you have used your life to protect, and their offspring.

Who can stand it?

If just being scolded by him can relieve him, it is a good thing.

Zheng Qian sighed again, took out a package from his arms and gently placed it on the table with both hands.

"This is yours. At 2 o'clock tomorrow afternoon, the gate of Zhujian Pavilion will open for you. I believe you will come."

After speaking, Zheng Qian turned and left.

The old man never looked back at him until his back left.

After a long time, the old man came back to his senses.

Looking down at the white cloth left by Zheng Qian, the old man slowly opened it.

Inside, twelve medals of military merit lay impressively.

...

It suddenly turned cloudy in the afternoon.

But at Zheng Qian's request, Jianren and Jianhuo still came to the square of Zhujian Pavilion.

What is Zheng Qian's answer? Jianren thought for a day but didn't get a clue.

The old saying goes: Those who win the hearts of the people win the world.

This should be a point of view shared by many rulers.

What is more important than people’s hearts?

Jianren really couldn't figure it out.

When Jianren followed Zheng Qian to Zhujian Pavilion Square, he couldn't figure it out even more.

There is no human hair on the square.

Just the same as usual.

"Zheng Martial King, what do you mean by bringing me here?" Jianren asked cautiously.

"You'll know when you wait."

Zheng Qian hugged his chest, standing still like an old pine, his eyes full of confidence: "They will come, for sure!"

"Wait?" Jianren Jianhuo both puzzled: "Waiting for whom."

"I said, wait and see."

In this way, everyone waited here for three full hours.

The cat lying on the roof yawned in disgust.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, Jianren was a little impatient even though he had a good temper.

He said with some dissatisfaction: "Then what, Zheng Martial King, I know that you are more familiar with the domestic affairs of the country than I am, but I am the master of a country after all, and I have a lot of things to do every minute and every second.

Isn't it good to just wait? "

Zheng Qian did not move like a mountain, and said calmly: "If you leave now, you will fail their determination.

If you go now, Tianshan will lose its soul.

They are more important than major events in any country. "

"them?"

Jianren couldn't understand it.

But at this moment.

Zheng Qian, who hadn't moved anything for three or four hours, suddenly raised his head and looked at the profound sword gate in the distance.

"coming!"

As soon as these words came out, Jianren Jianhuo both raised his spirits, followed his gaze, and wanted to see which onion was so big that the leaders of the two countries waited here for three or four hours.

However, when Jianren Jianhuo saw the figure walking from the side of Xuanjianmen, both of them were stunned.

At the end of the Xuanjian Gate, there were densely packed, nearly three hundred old men approached.

"they are……"

Jianren couldn't help taking a breath.

I saw this group of elderly people, ranging in age from sixtieth to elders.

A dozen of them have even paralyzed their lower limbs.

The youngest of them is also over half a hundred years old.

And these more than 300 elderly people are all wearing old Tianshan military uniforms.

Although old, without exception, the clothes are neat and the military looks neat and tidy.

It is hard to imagine that this kind of old military uniform that has been eliminated for three generations and can only be seen in the museum now is a new kind of old military uniform, and it is actually preserved by these more than 300 elderly people like new ones.

In the lead, the old man with more than a dozen medals on his left chest went to the richest, and shouted in an old but full of breath: "Everyone! Lined up!"

With a bang, three hundred old people lined up in a neat team.

Even those pushing wheelchairs are neatly arranged at the end.

The headed old man glanced at Zheng Qian.

Zheng Qian also glanced at him gratefully.

[You really came. 】

[Yes, here I am. 】

After completing a simple conversation with his eyes, the old man shouted.

"stand at attention!"

All the veterans presented a standard military stand that was enough to shame any contemporary soldier.

The elder shouted loudly: "The report chief, the remnant of the Second Regiment of the Sixth Division, the Thousand Cavalry Regiment, has been assembled, and you can join the battle at any time!"

At this moment, Jianren's emotions collapsed.

The high morale of the veterans hit his heart.

In just a second, he understood what Zheng Qian wanted to say?

"These veterans of the old age were born and died for the country, even though their life in their later years was extremely bleak, even though the public opinion had all sorts of insults and incomprehension to them.

But you have also seen that when this country and the world need them, they will still come forward without hesitation. "

Zheng Qian turned to Jianren and shouted: "Public opinion is certainly important, but if public opinion is everything, who is right and who is wrong, let the referendum decide for himself, and what is the use of justice?

Convicting a person just because he hates him is like just being discredited by the promulgation business group, and the people feel that the veterans are dragging down the country.

Looking at these veterans, do you think it is really right to exclude them from public opinion?

Public opinion is certainly important, but a ruler must have his own opinion, not only to appropriately compromise when public opinion is right, but also to dare to disobey public opinion when public opinion is wrong.

To comply with public opinion, we must override public opinion!

And these veterans, these veterans who are hated by the public opinion, have taken the blameless rebuke, but they are needed in this country and in this world, and they stand up without any regrets. "

Zheng Qian said this, and walked up to Jianren to get close.

"Public opinion is the foundation of a country, but the greatest malice in the world is also born of public opinion.

So Lord of Sword, let me ask you again, what is above public opinion, do you understand now? "

Facing Zheng Qian's questioning, facing these more than 300 military veterans.

At this moment, Jianren's lacrimal glands almost collapsed.

He walked to the front of the stage as if he had been drunk.

At this moment, the noble Lord of the Tianshan Mountains under his head.

Towards the veteran, Jianren bowed deeply and said in a trembling voice:

"I'm sorry you."

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