Taoist Quick Wear

Even though Si Qingyan was far away, he could still hear the sound of the charge.

That was the sound of the suona.

Like the roar of a dying man, it was out of tune, out of tune, and became increasingly sharp and high-pitched, leaving only the sad and desperate howl in the sky.

That sound almost broke through the clouds, ruthlessly tearing the human soul apart, just following it ups and downs, rushing towards the unknown darkness.

Even those who did not participate in the war could not help trembling all over and tears flowing like a spring when they heard such a sound.

This suona is the long and hard road of the heroic pass, it is the sword shining on the frost with the back of the bow, it is the moon full of the western mountains at the edge of the clouds, and it is the warrior who will never return.

"Kill——"

The last batch of remnants of Wancheng rushed towards the invading Japanese army.

Dragging their broken limbs and injured bodies, they once again faced the enemy's painful attack.

Amid the dense sound of gunfire, the shouts of killing gradually died down, and the sound of the suona stopped abruptly.

The sound of hand grenades exploding continued to ring out, flesh and blood piled up on the ground, blood flowed everywhere, the twitching limbs soon froze and stagnated, and the wide-open eyes were fixed on the lonely moon in the sky.

Why is there a war? How long will it last?

The country was lost, the whole army was killed, I wonder if the commander can survive?

When will our compatriots not be bullied, when will the war stop, when will there be a peaceful and prosperous age...

If that day really comes, I hope the commander can take a look for us...

The memories of the past are getting clearer and blurrier. In this life, even if there are many regrets, there is no regret after all.

"Kachidokiki!"

"Eiei oi!"

The trumpet of victory has been blown, and countless cheers have sounded.

On one side is dead silence, and on the other side is the joy after victory.

The broken flag on the city wall finally broke away from its inherent position, was blown up by the strong wind, fell from the air, and covered a soldier below.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Wancheng was broken. The whole army fought to the death and no one surrendered.

The night wind blew gently, and the blood was thick. On the wild land, many young lives closed their eyes forever, with beautiful expectations for the future, with reluctance to leave the living, and the determination to never regret.

I also want to sleep here with you, but I can't at this time...

Si Qingyan carried Si Qingheng on his back and looked back again.

Guns and beacons and flesh and blood intertwined into a elegy behind him.

He carried Si Qingheng on his back, with steady steps, and walked into the deeper night.

The church was not affected by the war. Red roses bloomed quietly in the garden, but it was too quiet without the crisp birdsong of ordinary nights.

"Bang bang bang——"

The priest slept very late and was praying to the statue. He heard someone knocking on the door outside. He hurriedly pushed the door with a candlestick, and then closed the door after leaning back.

It was terrible.

There was a man with fierce eyes outside, carrying another person who was unknown whether dead or alive. Both of them were covered in blood and looked like they came from the battlefield.

God knows what they wanted to do when they came in...

The soldiers in this country are generally hostile to outsiders. If they want to drag me to see God before they die... that would be really unlucky.

"We have no ill intentions." Si Qingyan knocked on the door again and explained in a low voice.

"You dripped blood on the lawn in my yard." The priest was a little dissatisfied and said:

"I won't..." let you in...

Before the priest finished speaking, the door was forced open by Si Qingyan.

"We need help, it's better to have a place to hide."

Si Qingyan held Si Qingheng with one hand and closed the door with one hand.

"But what does this have to do with me?" said the priest.

He tried to take out a gun from his clothes, but... the posture was a bit funny.

Oh, this damn robe, there are no pockets.

"You need to calm down." Si Qingyan quickly loaded the gun and pointed it at the priest.

"Oh..."

The priest raised his hands and cursed in his heart. Who the hell can calm down?

"Look at this." Si Qingyan struggled to take out the ring from his chest. Fortunately, this thing was lucky and didn't break.

"What are you...oh...Su..."

The priest stared at the ring on Si Qingyan's hand, a little dazed.

He was caught by a group of bandits on the way to the East and was almost killed. It was Su who saved him.

Su didn't discriminate against race.

Su said that being bad has nothing to do with skin color, appearance or race.

The priest agreed.

Countless people are fascinated by the culture, art, mountains and rivers of this land. Some people choose to occupy it by force and destroy it wantonly, while others just want to carefully protect it, observe it, and even try to save it.

There are also many international volunteers in the East who provide various assistance, whether it is medicine, culture, or economy...As long as you observe carefully, you can find some peace-loving people, regardless of nationality or race, who are trying their best to change the status quo.

"Come in quickly."

The priest is a white man, probably in his thirties, with golden brown curly hair, handsome and deep facial features, blue eyes, clear and gentle, and a silver cross on his chest.

His tone is much better now.

Since he can get the ring, this person should be very important to Su, and he can provide some help within his ability.

Si Qingyan was still a little overwhelmed when he moved into the top floor of the church.

The priest said that he didn't have time to tell the story of him and Su today, and he would talk about it in detail next time when he was free. The priest was very enthusiastic when he saw the ring, perhaps because he and Boss Su had a deep friendship... Anyway, he hid Si Qingyan and Si Qingheng.

This church did not have stairs leading to the top floor, so people could only climb up by ladders. Si Qingheng was injured, and Si Qingyan used a large bamboo basket to lift him up.

His wounds were inevitably touched during the process, but Si Qingheng had no reaction.

The priest spent the whole night cleaning the bloodstains, washing the church and the surrounding lawns and roads clean, and the bloodstains on the road outside were also washed clean by him.

When the Japanese army came to search, they saw the priest with red eyes holding a water pipe and splashing around, and they did not dare to move for a while.

"Oh... fuck... what are you doing here?"

The priest asked viciously.

He hated the Japanese, this barbaric and rude nation, with the spiritual pursuit of madmen.

"Search for deserters." The Japanese soldiers outside the church said indifferently.

"If you dare to come in today, I will punish you by the Lord!"

Can anyone just rush in? This is not a bathroom!

The priest was very angry, and this time he finally succeeded in pulling out his gun.

This is a new American-made gun, with a streamlined appearance and an exquisite cross. Every angle suggests that this gun and the gun holder are worth a lot.

"We are just doing routine work, please don't misunderstand." The leading Japanese soldier said softly.

At this time, the World War had just begun, and the relationship between the United States and Japan had not deteriorated to the extent it did later. Even Japanese officers had to maintain good etiquette when standing in front of the priest. Any problem involving a sect or a fanatic with an extraordinary family background symbolizes endless trouble. Offending one is like poking a hornet's nest. You will not get any benefits but will get stung by a lot of things.

The priest rolled his eyes. Perhaps because he hated the house and the dog, he was in a bad mood when he heard this strange English.

"There is no one here, don't disturb the Lord's peace."

"Otherwise... you don't want to know the consequences."

The priest was indifferent, with some anger left on his face. His blue eyes were slightly gray. When he stared at others, he had no emotions and brought a low pressure.

"You fought all night yesterday, and I didn't sleep all night."

"Now you are standing here, preventing me from watering the flowers."

The Japanese officer smiled and apologized, bowed again and again, and left with many subordinates.

"I'm sorry to offend you, we are so abrupt for your safety... If you need anything, please tell us directly."

The priest watched them leave and threw the water pipe on the ground angrily.

The Japanese who didn't walk far could still vaguely hear the pronunciation of "what the fuck", "knock Nima", etc.

They also had doubts about the priest, but the most important thing was that Si Qingheng's body had been found. Although his face was bloody and blurred by the shells, his body shape and outline were roughly the same as Si Qingheng.

Although it was a pity that such a person died, it also made the Japanese army deeply relieved. If the soldiers on this land were like Si Qingheng and his subordinates, the emperor's goal would never be achieved.

The most important generals have been found, and even if there are deserters, a few of them will not affect the overall situation. There is no need to provoke a crazy priest for a few people who are afraid of death.

People with faith are extremely scary.

However, many people in this land have no faith. Originally, they believed in the emperor and believed that the imperial power was supreme. Later, they overthrew the emperor and didn’t know what to believe in. They all fell into a sad confusion.

At that time, the imperial power can be re-established in the Northeast... Pick a person with orthodox blood, and he will surely lead the confused people to see hope again.

Si Qingheng has not woken up.

Maybe he died at that moment, but his body is still alive because of the Qilin tattoo.

He didn’t want to wake up.

Si Qingyan put the sandalwood beads on Si Qingheng’s hand and treated the wound on his back for him.

The priest has learned some surgical skills. Although his technique is not very good, he has complete tools.

Si Qingyan took out the shrapnel from Si Qingheng’s back little by little. With the help of spiritual consciousness, it was relatively smooth.

Si Qingheng was injured in more than one place. There was also a gunshot wound above the knee, and a knife wound...

Si Qingyan sewed it for a long time.

Often, there are big scars on top of small scars, layer upon layer. Even if he can survive this time, he will not be able to enjoy his old age with his serious illness.

The soft cloth is full of shrapnel, and there may be broken blades in between. Compared with him, Si Qingyan's injuries are nothing.

At dawn, Si Qingheng began to have a fever, but the conditions here are limited, and he can't even be given a bottle of water.

Si Qingyan can only occasionally feed him some warm water, and use the remaining spiritual energy to dredge his meridians and heal his wounds.

A day passed in a hurry.

There was music at night, and the red sun flag with a white background was replaced on the city wall.

"Wancheng is... lost..."

Si Qingheng finally opened his eyes, which were extremely dry.

After all, he had some desire to survive, or he couldn't rest assured.

The top of the church was too dark, without a trace of light. He couldn't see the surrounding situation clearly, and was stunned for a long time.

"Yeah." Si Qingyan touched Si Qingheng's forehead and was relieved to see that he didn't have a fever.

For several days, Si Qingheng was in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking. He had difficulty moving, and with bandages all over his body, he could only lie prone. Maintaining this position would make his whole body numb, and Si Qingyan would help him move from time to time.

The priest would deliver two servings of food every day, and sometimes he would come up and sit for a while to talk about his past.

His surname is a bit long, as if he belongs to a famous family at the top of society in the United States. His first name is Stephen, but he prefers the Chinese name - Aiping.

"Ai—pin—"

This name was chosen for him by Boss Su. It is concise and concise, and it has a unique charm when pronounced in the priest's deep and elegant voice.

The priest is somewhat familiar and is a very interesting person.

He often asked Si Qingyan all kinds of weird questions, such as driving corpses in western Hunan, the manufacturing process of traditional Chinese medicine, using insects as medicine, the four solar terms of the year, etc.

He didn't understand Si Qingyan's explanation, but he still pretended to be enlightened and said excitedly, "So that's it", and soon his eyes were filled with confusion.

When he first came to the East, he was in his twenties, full of enthusiasm, and still had some lingering innocence from his youth. He wanted to observe this gorgeous and grand country that was in a period of decay. The elegant and simple buildings with profound meaning, the exquisite and gorgeous works of art, the decadent and neglected rulers, the people in heavy suffering... all moved him with emotion.

Until he and some other foreigners were caught by bandits.

Many forces are established, and bandits are rampant in the gap areas.

These people don't care about anything. If they catch foreigners, they torture them to death, almost losing their humanity.

Of course, there are still sane people in the cottage trying to negotiate with the country behind them to get some benefits. This is understandable and even makes Stephen a little excited.

Later, a Japanese loudly insulted the bandits, kept silent about the Chinese people, and committed hara-kiri to prove that he was different from the Chinese people and that he was much more noble when he was bathed in the glory of the emperor.

Then the bandit leader threw a knife and asked the Japanese to prove himself.

The scene of seppuku was so bloody that Stephen could never forget it.

As punishment, the remaining people were each slapped twenty times with the soles of their shoes...

The complex smell is still fresh in Stephen's memory.

Later, after some complicated twists and turns, Boss Su rescued them.

Stephen has always admired Boss Su, who was able to communicate with the brutal bandits. He was simply a superhero. Later, after learning Boss Su's identity, Stephen became even more excited and even volunteered to help Boss Su act.

Of course Boss Su rejected him and talked about finger-wrestling.

Today, Stephen is no longer the passionate young man, but he cannot leave the country. There is still serious racial discrimination and cruel political struggles in his hometown. Instead of going back, it is better to stay in this ancient and remote town and awaken more lost lambs for God...

Another night, Si Qingheng was finally able to sit up reluctantly.

The church is very high, located on the top bell tower, overlooking most of Wancheng.

He looked down, staring at the lights.

At this time, there were still serious traces of the war in Wancheng, and there were Japanese soldiers patrolling in many places.

Si Qingheng looked at this night scene in silence, his vision gradually blurred. My chest was extremely dry, sour, bitter, spicy, and thousands of different flavors came to my mind.

Si Qingyan stood next to him and heard the sound of water drops falling on the stone floor and breaking, drop by drop. The suppressed sobs came from the chest, from the heart, heart-breaking, and wrenching the liver and intestines.

Like a lone wolf in the wilderness, a crow in the cold wind.

There is no armor to protect oneself, no sword or spear to protect oneself.

He is crying.

But Si Qingyan couldn't say a word of comfort.

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Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or gave me the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who threw [Bazooka]: 1 passerby from the flower garden;

Thanks to the little angels who threw [Grenade]: Mo Yuesheng and Ye Yuchen;

Thanks to the little angels who threw [Landmines]: 2 Lin Zhendong were killed; 1 Jiuze was killed;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates [nutrient solution]:

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