"Then why do you still come to fight this battle?" Yang Xi was confused and asked.

"Can I come?" the old soldier sneered:

"Now, there are only two boys left in my family: me and my youngest son."

"The regent is recruiting troops. If I don't come, my son will come."

"I am old. I am fifty years old, only one year younger than the First Emperor of Qin. I don't want to give away people with gray hair and send people with black hair. I don't want my family to lose its incense."

"If you want to die, let me die!"

"This will be my eighth time out of isolation."

There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth: "There is no difference from the past seven times. The old soldiers and officials are watching with cold eyes. The new recruits are eager to try, but they don't know whether they will lose their lives in Kanto."

"None of the people who joined the army with me back then are gone."

He looked around and realized that all his friends and relatives were gone, and he was surrounded by strangers and young people, a group of immature green grass.

"Do you know how they died?"

"The belly was pierced and the intestines flowed out and died; the body was shot through the crossbow arrows and died of excessive blood loss; he was frozen to death in the land of Yanbei, accidentally fell off the horse and was dragged to death, and was trampled to death by his colleagues who were marching forward in the rear.

In the low-heat land of Jiangdong, he contracted an illness and died of diarrhea. He even died suddenly while he was sleeping. He suddenly fell down on the roadside while marching and died..."

Yang Xi couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted the old soldier's pessimistic words:

"This battle is different from the past."

"The regent said that this is the battle to reunite the world and unite the world as one!"

"More than ten years ago, the First Emperor also said the same thing. What was the result?" The old military officer laughed, then looked solemn:

"I only know that this is a war. To us, every war is the same!"

Going out again and again, recruiting again and again, tired body, confused heart, when will all this end?

A deep silence enveloped the bonfire and stretched out, leaving only breathing, until the military judge who had been standing behind him for a long time spoke.

"enough!"

"Jiu Gong, come with me. As a Sima, you don't want to praise the enemy or fear the public anymore!"

The old military officer stood up unsteadily. No one knew how he would be punished for his words. He just turned around and burped wine on the way to follow the military judge and said with a smile:

"I was just drunk, I was just talking nonsense."

Then he continued walking and sang a song:

"How can I say that without clothes, I am in the same boat as my son..."

"The king raised his army, repaired my spear and halberd, and worked with me together with me, and worked with me..."

The song that was supposed to be exciting, but now sung by this old soldier, seemed to have endless sadness.

Or maybe it was because all his original comrades had been killed in the battle, leaving only one person left.

When there is only one lone goose left in the flock, it cries in mourning!

…

Fortunately, Jiu Gong was not punished too severely. He was just taught a lesson by the military commander and was put in solitary confinement according to the new military law. Lieutenant Li Bidu was also helpless. When he arrived in Guandong, this veteran soldier who had been out of the pass seven times

Officials are still of great use.

But for the observers, it was a difficult night. Yang Xi suffered from insomnia, turning over and over again, recalling other people's stories.

He had felt similar emotions during the Battle of Lantian. At that time, he didn't care about honor, title, responsibility, or ideals.

At that time, he just hoped to finish the war early and go home early. As for who won and who lost, who was orthodox and who was rebellious, it didn’t matter to him!

Almost all of the 100,000 people here are like this.

As far as the people of Guanzhong are concerned, they have experienced so much deception, lies, civil war, shaking of three views, surrender and reorganization. How do you want them to be simple soldiers who don’t think about anything? Continue to be gray animals and move around without thinking.

Head forward to fill in the ravines?

After being brainwashed, young people may be fooled again, but what about veterans?

How can it be!

When soldiers who only need to obey orders start to think and doubt, is this a good thing or a bad thing?

Yang Xi thought about it all night, and did not fall asleep until midnight. The next morning, he was awakened by the morning bells and drums.

"Three soldiers, come out of camp and assemble!"
Chapter completed!