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"However, since His Majesty wants to send the shadow guards to the border, it must mean that our work on the border has not been done well."

Zhang Luo continued: "You are good at governing the army, but you have never fought a war; I am good at governing the people, but I have never dealt with special situations."

"Speaking of which, we are actually just laymen. No one has ever seen this war. Everyone who has seen it has died."

Kang Jian took a sip of tea and smiled wryly, "Although I feel helpless, I have to admit that you are right."

"We are all sand and gravel under the big waves, and we may be washed away one day."

The two drank a glass, like wine.

The bitter tea was poured into the stomach, washing away some depression.

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An Xian's calmness did not last long.

Kang Jian was woken up in the middle of the night, the people below explained the matter briefly, and then left.

North of the barracks, a small group of men had escaped en masse from the Legion, and men had now been sent in pursuit.

Although Kang Jian reached an agreement with Heiwu, Heiwu was not allowed to preach to the legion members, but many young people were still affected.

When I was young, I liked to fantasize, always thinking that one day I could save the world.

These young soldiers also believed in the beautiful yearning of Heiwu, and believed that as long as they joined it, they could become a better version of themselves.

Because the training of the legion is often very difficult, many people's psychological defenses will collapse under such circumstances, their thoughts will fall into chaos, and their paths will easily go astray.

In fact, this is not the exception, but the norm.

A large part of Kang Jian's recent work is to carry out ideological work on the soldiers. The black mist has become the biggest enemy of the legion. Spiritual and ideological attacks are often more silent than others. more sinister.

He happened to be there when Chen Xian'an was inspecting work at the military department.

Now he finally understands the meaning of what the prince said back then.

For the training of the legion, ideological training is the foundation. Only when the ideological level is well controlled can the army have combat effectiveness and cohesion, and the path will not go astray.

At the beginning, few military officers agreed with this sentence.

These people are all warriors, and they have dealt with various weapons and fists all their lives.

As for what a literary person says, he just listens to it.

What can he understand?
Now, Kang Jian also wants to ask himself, what can you understand?
In the beginning, they went to arrest people. In fact, they still sent people out to arrest people, but the people who were arrested were no longer suitable for the army.

This kind of mental breakdown.

For the first time, Kang Jian's hatred for Hei Wu reached an unprecedented level.

This group of people was arrested soon, and everyone looked at the comrades around them with deep disgust on their faces.

That look seems to say, you selfish little people, why do you want to stop us from pursuing happiness.

The crowd stepped aside, and Kang Jian walked over.

When those people saw Kang Jian, their eyes flickered with struggling brilliance, and their emotions were very complicated, including awe, fear, and even a trace of dissatisfaction.

"why?"

Kang Jian didn't blame these people, but just asked a question.

Those people were silent for a long time, and one of them, as if mustering up all his courage, said seriously: "Sir, do you know what is the most important thing for a person?"

"what?"

Kang Jian followed the other party's words.

"The dignity of being a human being, this feeling, I can't feel it in the Legion."

It seemed that the emotions had accumulated to the extreme, the man blushed, and his voice began to amplify: "We are human beings, not tools. Fighting is our duty, survival is our instinct, and respect is our pursuit."

"You mean I don't respect you?"

"No." The man shook his head: "Sir, you are a very good officer. We are also resisting this kind of barracks system with closed humanity, not against you."

"Then do you think you can get the respect you want in the black mist?"

The man shook his head again, "I don't know, but pursuit is an unknown thing. We pursue the unknown for the sake of the unknown. At least, I have taken this step."

Kang Jian clapped his hands, smiled, turned around and walked back.

"Let them go."

"Sir!"

A centurion shouted.

But Kang Jian didn't look back, and walked straight into the barracks.

It was as if there was a crack, created in the barracks, dividing the people into two camps.

Such cracks not only appeared in military camps, but also in civilians.

In the beginning, it was a natural choice to join the black mist, and these people were regarded as outliers.

But when this number gradually equals to or even exceeds that of normal people, the remaining people become aliens instead.

People will feel that these remaining people, not accepting their own good, yearn for the dark.

These people, on the contrary, have become heterogeneous.

There was a gust of gloomy wind outside, and the howling cold wind blew half of the spring away.

Old Chen's family stayed in the dilapidated house with the door closed.

There was a hole in the ceiling of the house, and old Chen was going to repair it today, but because of the black tide, he gave up this idea again.

If caught by these people, I don't know what will happen.

"Father, I'm hungry."

At the man's feet, stood a childish child with pure eyes, wearing a large suit that didn't fit well, and it looked like it was sewn together with other clothes.

His bones were buried in the loose clothes, and his emaciated face showed his hunger and malnutrition.

The man squatted down and looked at his son's small face. Because of his emaciation, his eyes were very conspicuous.

"Liu'er, good boy, when daddy sells those calligraphy and paintings tomorrow, we will have money to eat, now go to sleep with mother?"

A young woman walked over from one side. The clothes she was wearing were incomplete, and a large area of ​​white skin was exposed. The woman had a beautiful face, but she was obviously malnourished.

She glanced at the man, then took her young son to the back room, which was the only room that was complete and wouldn't leak in the air.

In the cold winter, that is the only warmth.

In the past, he felt that Anxian was still stable, and he could still make a living in this border town and support his family by relying on those calligraphy and paintings that were still regarded as art.

But since the appearance of the black mist, everything has changed.

He lit the candle on the table and flickered the light, illuminating and warming the even cold place.

Suddenly, the light went out.
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The addition of updates has been completed today. There are a lot of exams recently, so adding updates should not be realistic. The new book is also ready to be prepared, and I should meet you all during the winter vacation.

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