A million ways to survive in the dungeon

"I reject."

The old man drank tea and categorically refused: "Don't think that because you saved my wife, I will obey you in everything. If you want me to go to the battlefield again, no way!"

"Why?" Zheng Qian was puzzled.

However, these three words seemed to stir the old man's nerves.

"Why?!"

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

You want me to fight again? I'm not afraid of death. If I want to be beaten, I'll just die if I'm too old!

But my family has fought for this country all our lives, and what have we gained?

My eldest son died, my second son died, and my grandson also died!

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

But what do Tianshan and today’s young people do to us? !

Now that things have happened, why do you still have the face to beg us? You say ah ah! ! "

The old man's voice became louder and louder, as if he wanted to vent all his years of grievances.

His body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and his fists were tightly clenched with extraordinary strength.

Facing those eyes filled with grief and anger, Zheng Qian sighed helplessly.

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

In fact, what he feels is exactly what most veterans feel.

It doesn't matter if he is bullied all the time, the targets of the humiliation are still the people he once protected with his life and their descendants.

Who can bear it?

If just being scolded by him could relieve his anger, it would be a good thing.

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

"This is yours. Tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon, the door of the Sword Making Pavilion will be opened for you. I believe you will come."

After saying that, Zheng Qian turned and left.

Until his back left, the old man never looked back at him.

It took a long time for the old man to come back to his senses.

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

Inside, there were twelve military medals lying impressively.

…

The sky suddenly turned cloudy in the afternoon.

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

What is Zheng Qian’s answer? Jianren thought about it for a whole day and still couldn't get a clue.

As the old saying goes: He who wins the hearts of the people wins the world.

This should be a view shared by many rulers.

What is more important than the hearts of the people?

Jianren really couldn't figure it out.

And when Jianren followed Zheng Qian to Zhujiange Square, he was even more confused.

There was not a single human hair on the square.

Just like usual.

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

"You'll find out later."

Zheng Qian hugged his chest, as tall and motionless as an old pine tree, with confidence in his eyes: "They will come, for sure!"

"Waiting?" Jianren Jianhuo Shuangshuang was confused: "Who are you waiting for?"

"I told you, we'll find out later."

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

Mao Nanbei, who was lying on the roof, yawned again and again in disgust.

It was around three o'clock in the afternoon. No matter how good-tempered Jianren was, he was still a little impatient.

He said with some dissatisfaction: "What, King Zheng Zhan, I know that you are more familiar with the internal affairs of the country than me, but after all, I am the leader of a country, and I have a lot to do every minute and every second.

Isn’t it good to just wait and see? "

Zheng Qian remained motionless and said calmly: "If you leave now, you will fail their determination.

If you leave now, Tianshan will lose its soul.

They are more important than any national event. "

"them?"

Jianren really couldn't understand it.

But at this moment.

Zheng Qian, who had not moved at all for three or four hours, suddenly raised his head and looked at the Xuanjian Gate in the distance.

"coming!"

As soon as these words came out, Jian Ren and Jian Huo both cheered up and followed his gaze, wanting to see which green onion was so grand that the leaders of the two countries had been waiting here for three or four hours.

However, when Jianren Jianhuo saw the figure coming from the other side of Xuanjian Gate, they were both stunned.

On the other side of the Xuanjian Gate, there was a dense crowd of nearly 300 old men approaching.

"they are……"

Jianren couldn't help but gasp.

I saw this group of old people, ranging in age from sixties to octogenarians.

A dozen of them even had paralysis of their lower limbs.

The youngest among them is over fifty years old.

And these more than 300 old men were all wearing old Tianshan military uniforms.

Although they are old, but without exception, they have neat clothes and neat military appearance.

It is hard to imagine that this kind of old military uniform, which has been eliminated for three generations and can only be seen in new condition in museums, was actually preserved like new by these more than 300 old people.

The leader, an old man with more than a dozen medals pinned to his left chest, walked to the end and shouted in an aging but energetic voice: "Everyone! Line up!"

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

Even those pushing wheelchairs were lined up neatly at the end.

The leader of the old man glanced at Zheng Qian.

Zheng Qian also glanced at him gratefully.

【You are indeed here. 】

【Yes, I'm here. 】

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

"stand at attention!"

All the veterans put on a standard military stance that would put any contemporary soldier to shame.

The old man shouted loudly: "Report to the leader, the remnants of the Thousand Cavalry Regiment, the Second Regiment of the Sixth Division, have been assembled and can join the battle at any time!"

At this moment, Jianren's emotions collapsed.

The high morale of the veterans struck his heart.

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

“These veterans, who are still in their 70s, have served their country through life and death, even though their later years were extremely miserable, even though public opinion has been all kinds of insults and incomprehension towards them.

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

Zheng Qian turned to Jianren and shouted: "Public opinion is important, but if public opinion is everything, then let the people decide who is right and who is wrong by voting. What's the use of the judiciary?"

Convicting a person just because he is annoying is like being smeared a few times by the propaganda business group and the people feel that the veterans are dragging the country down.

Look at these veterans, do you think it is really right to exclude their public opinion?

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

Comply with public opinion, but also surpass it!

And these veterans, these veterans who are hated by public opinion, have endured unreasonable blame, but they have been needed in this country and in this world, and they have stood up without any regrets. "

After Zheng Qian said this, he stepped forward and approached Jianren.

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

So Lord Sword Kingdom, let me ask you again, what is it that overrides public opinion? Do you understand it now? "

Faced with Zheng Qian's questioning and these more than 300 veterans in uniform.

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

He walked to the stage as if his soul had been taken away.

At this moment, the noble Lord of the Tianshan Kingdom had his head removed.

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

"I'm sorry for you."

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