Taoist fast crossing

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

That was the sound of suona.

Like the roar of a dying person, the song cannot be tuned, and the tune cannot be tuned. It becomes more and more sharp and high-pitched, and only the mournful and desperate cry remains in the sky.

The voice almost broke through the sky, tearing the soul of the person fiercely, and only followed the ups and downs of it, rushing towards the unknown darkness.

Even people who have not participated in the war can't help trembling and bursting into tears when they hear such a voice.

This suona is the majestic pass, the road is as real as iron;

"kill--"

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

Dragging his stumped limbs and wounded body, he faced the enemy's severe blows again.

Amidst the dense gunfire, the shouts of killing gradually fell silent, and the suona stopped abruptly.

The sound of grenade explosions kept ringing, flesh and blood piled up all over the ground, and blood flowed horizontally. The twitching limbs quickly 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 and the entire army was killed. I wonder if the commander can survive?

When will compatriots not be bullied, when will wars stop, when will there be peace and prosperity...

One day, I hope the commander can take a look for us...

The memory of the past was gradually clear and gradually blurred. In this life, even though there are many regrets, there is no regret after all.

"Kachidoki!"

"えいえいおう!"

The horn of victory has sounded, and countless cheers have sounded.

One side is dead silence, and the other side is joy after victory.

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

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

The night wind is blowing, the blood is thick and lingering, on the barren land, many young lives will always close their eyes, with good expectations for the future, with the reluctance for the living, and the determination not to regret even if they die .

I would also like to sleep here forever with you, but at this time I cannot...

Si Qingyan turned her head behind Si Qingheng's back.

Guns, beacons, and flesh and blood interweave into a lament behind him.

With Si Qingheng on his back, he walked steadily into the dark night.

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

"Bang bang bang-"

The priest slept very late and was praying to the statue when he heard someone knocking on the door. He hurriedly opened the door with a candlestick in his hand, and then closed the door behind his head.

Very scary.

Outside there was a man with fierce eyes, who was carrying another man who didn't know whether he was dead or alive. The two of them were covered in blood, and they looked like they had come down from the battlefield.

God knows what they came in for...

The soldiers in this country are generally hostile to outsiders. If they want to drag me to meet God before dying... that would be really bad luck.

"We have no malicious 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'm not..." I'll let you in...

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

"We need help, and it's best to have somewhere to hide."

Si Qingyan embraced Si Qingheng with one hand, and closed the door with one free hand.

"But what does it matter to me?" said the priest.

He tried to get a gun out of his clothes, but... the posture was a little funny.

Oh, the damn robe, no pockets.

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

"oh..."

The priest raised his hands, scolding his mother in his heart, who the hell can calm down?

"Look at this." Si Qingyan struggled to get his finger out from his chest, but luckily the thing was alive and not broken.

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

The priest stared at the finger wrench on Si Qingyan's hand, a little lost in thought.

He was caught by a group of bandits on the way to the east before, and was almost killed, but it was Su who saved him.

Sue is not racist.

Being bad has nothing to do with skin color, looks or race, Su said.

The priest thinks so.

Countless people are obsessed with the culture, art, mountains and rivers of this land. Some people choose to occupy it by force and destroy it. Some people just want to carefully care for it, observe it, and even try to save it.

There are also many international volunteers in the East, providing all kinds of assistance, whether it is medical, cultural, or economical... As long as you observe carefully, you will find that some peace-loving people, regardless of nationality or race, are trying to change status quo.

"come on in."

The priest is a Caucasian man, about 30 years old, with golden-brown curly hair, handsome and deep features, blue pupils, 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.

When Si Qingyan lived on the top floor of the church, she still couldn't react.

The priest said that there is no time to tell the story of him and Su today, and we will talk about it in detail next time when we are free.The priest was very enthusiastic when he saw the fingers, perhaps because of the deep friendship between him and Boss Su... Anyway, he hid Si Qingyan and Si Qingheng.

This church didn't have stairs leading to the top floor, so it could only be climbed up by ladders. Si Qingheng was injured, and Si Qingyan hung him up with a big bamboo basket.

In the process, it was inevitable that he touched his wound, but Si Qingheng did not respond.

The priest spent the whole night cleaning the bloodstains, cleaning the church, the surrounding lawns, and the roads, and he also washed away the bloodstains on the roads outside.

When the Japanese army came to search, they saw the red-eyed priest messing around with a water pipe, and they didn't dare to move rashly for a while.

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

asked the priest viciously.

He hates the Japanese, a barbaric and rude nation with a spiritual pursuit like a madman.

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

"If you dare to step in today, I will let you be punished by the Lord!"

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

The priest was very angry, and this time he finally managed to pull out the gun.

This is a new American-made gun, with a streamlined appearance and an exquisite cross. Every angle suggests that this gun and its owner are expensive.

"We are just a routine, please don't get me wrong." 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 was later.Even Japanese military officers had to maintain good manners when standing in front of the priest.Any problem involving sects, or fanatics of extraordinary family background, is a symbol of endless trouble.Offending one is like stabbing a hornet's nest, you will get a handful of stings without any benefit.

The priest rolled his eyes, maybe it was because he hated the house and black people, he was in a bad mood when he heard this kind of weird English.

"I don't have anyone here, don't disturb the purity of the Lord."

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

The priest was extremely indifferent, with some offended anger remaining on his face, his blue eyes were slightly gray, and when he stared at others, he showed no emotion and had a sense of depression.

"Yesterday you guys played all night, and I didn't sleep the whole fucking 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 really sorry to offend you. We are also being so abrupt for your safety... If you need it, please tell us directly."

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

Japanese who have not gone far can still vaguely hear the pronunciation of "whatthefuck", "knock Nima", etc.

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

Although it is 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 all been recruited, even if there are deserters, a few of them will not affect the overall situation.There is no need to mess with a crazy priest for a few people who are greedy for life and afraid of death.

People with faith are terrible.

However, many people in this land have no faith.At first they believed in the emperor and believed that the imperial power was supreme, but later they overthrew the emperor, but they didn't know what to believe in, and they all fell into a sad confusion.

At that time, the imperial power can be re-established in the Northeast... Picking an orthodox bloodline will surely lead the confused to see hope again.

Si Qingheng never woke up.

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

He doesn't want to wake up.

Si Qingyan put the sandalwood beads on Si Qingheng's hands and treated his back injury.

The priest has learned some surgical skills, although the technique is not very good, but the tools are complete.

Si Qingyan took out the fragments of shrapnel from Si Qingheng's back little by little, and with the help of spiritual consciousness, it went smoothly.

Si Qingheng was injured in more than one place.Gunshot wounds above the knee too, and knife wounds...

Si Qingyan sewed for a long time.

There are often big scars and small scars, one layer after another, even if he can survive this time, he will not be able to enjoy his old age comfortably due to his serious illness.

The soft cloth was full of shrapnel that had been removed, and there might be broken blades among them. Compared to him, Si Qingyan's injuries were nothing.

At dawn, Si Qingheng started to have a fever, but the conditions here are limited, and he can't even get a bottle of water for him.

Si Qingyan could only feed him some warm water occasionally, and use the remaining spiritual energy to clear his meridians and heal his injuries.

A day passed in a hurry.

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

"Is Wancheng... lost..."

Si Qingheng finally opened his eyes, extremely dry.

After all, he has some desire to survive, or he can't rest assured.

It was too dark on the top of the church, and there was no light at all.He couldn't see the situation around him clearly and was stunned for a while.

"En." Si Qingyan probed 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.It was difficult for him to move, his whole body was covered with bandages, so he could only lie on his stomach, and maintaining this position would make his whole body numb, so Si Qingyan would help him move around from time to time.

The priest will deliver food for two people every day, and sometimes he will come up to sit for a while and tell some about his past.

His surname is a bit long, and he seems to belong to a famous family at the top of American society. His name is Stephen, but he prefers the Chinese name - Aiping.

"Ai—pin—"

Boss Su chose this name for him. It is concise and to the point, and it has a special charm when pronounced in the priest's deep and elegant voice.

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

He often asks Si Qingyan all kinds of strange questions, such as expelling corpses in western Hunan, the manufacturing process of traditional Chinese medicine, using insects as medicine, the four solar terms in a year, and so on.

After Si Qingyan explained, he didn't understand either, but he still acted like he had suddenly realized, and said excitedly, "So that's how it is", and soon there was only confusion in his eyes.

When he first came to the East, he was in his 20s, full of enthusiasm, and still had some innocence from his youth. He wanted to observe this gorgeous, grand, and decaying country.Elegant and simple buildings with profound charm, exquisite and magnificent works of art, desolate rulers, and people in heavy suffering...all of them made him feel moved.

Until he and some other foreigners were captured by bandits.

There are many forces, and bandits are rampant in the gaps.

These people don't care about anything, and if they catch foreigners, they will be tortured to death, almost destroying their humanity.

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

Later, a Japanese insulted the bandits loudly, kept his mouth shut about the Chinese people, and even used seppuku to prove that he was different from the Chinese people, and that he was bathed in the glory of the emperor, which was much nobler.

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

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

As a punishment, the remaining people were each given twenty blows from the soles of their shoes...

That complex taste still fresh in Stephen's memory.

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

Stephen has always admired Boss Su, who can communicate with ferocious bandits, he is simply a superhero.Later, after learning the identity of Boss Su, Stephen became even more excited, and even volunteered to help Boss Su take action.

Boss Su of course rejected him, and said something about pulling fingers.

Today, Stephen is no longer that passionate young man, but he can't leave this country either.His hometown still suffers from severe racial discrimination and brutal political struggles. Instead of going back, it is better to stay in this ancient and remote town and awaken more lost lambs for God...

It was another night, and Si Qingheng was finally able to barely sit up.

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

He looked down, staring dreamily at the lights.

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

Si Qingheng watched such a night scene in silence, his vision gradually blurred.The chest is extremely dry, sour, bitter, spicy, and thousands of tastes come to my heart together.

Standing next to him, Si Qingyan heard the sound of water droplets falling on the stone slab and shattering, drop by drop, the forcibly suppressed sobs came from the chest cavity, from the heart, the pain pierced the heart, twisting the liver and intestines.

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

There is no armor to protect the body, no swords and guns to protect oneself.

He is crying.

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