Lord of the Desert

Chapter 324
The man knelt in front of him.

Hong Fan didn't look at him, only looking at the standing sword.

The main body is a piece of wrought iron, and the blade is made of finely forged steel.

The blade body is polished smooth, but traces of many chip repairs can be seen vaguely.

"I'm afraid this knife has killed many living creatures."

Hong Fan said.

He grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled it out.

The buzzing sound lasted for a long time.

At the base of the knife, an inscription of four and a half flowers is revealed.

【Better to break than to bend. 】

"That day when I wanted to kill Hao Yong, I saw you in a Cliff Palm stance."

Hong Fan asked, placing the blade on Gan Deshou's shoulder.

"Have you ever been in the military?"

"More than ever."

Gan Deshou replied dejectedly.

"Being a soldier has been my livelihood for half my life."

"Tianfeng Army?"

Hong Fan asked.

"The Tianfeng Army doesn't practice Cliff Palm."

Gan Deshou shook his head.

"When I was young, I went to Shengzhou Maoyan City to join the army. It was about twenty years ago."

"Why didn't you say more when you were dying?"

Hong Fan said.

"nothing to say."

The smell of alcohol came out of Gan Deshou's mouth.

"Everyone who joins the army in Maoyan works as a monk for one day and clocks one day - killing insects or being killed by insects."

"At least you survived."

Hong Fan seemed curious.

From what he saw, the fighting on the border of Shengzhou was far more intense than that of Jinhai.

Snake people are not afraid of death, but at least they will weigh the cost.

The low-level insect soldiers don't even have the ability to use their brains.

"In the end I survived."

The corners of Gan Deshou's mouth rose, revealing a faint smile.

"But that doesn't mean I'm more capable than others."

"Looking at what happened at that time now, it's just that some people died and those who stayed were looked down upon."

"Then I was passed on to Cliff Palm, and I entered the realm of totality. In the end, I was still in charge of two Centuries."

"Once I led a team to kill the leading insect, and was given a pill called..."

He spoke more fluently, then suddenly paused.

Only then did Gan Deshou realize that the memory he thought would never fade had become blurred at some point.

He was startled.

After returning to Huaiyang Kingdom, Gan Deshou often lamented that the world was changing too fast.

Is this the case for me too?
"A military attache in the Huran Realm is in charge of a team of hundreds of people."

Hong Fan interrupted the other party's thinking.

"Why do your father and daughter still look like farmers?"

"That's not my daughter, that's my niece."

Gan Deshou corrected him seriously.

“Lao Gan’s family has been farming for generations, it’s just their original appearance.”

"You don't have a wife and children?"

Hong Fan raised his eyebrows.

"I didn't dare to marry then."

Gan Deshou sneered.

He originally only wanted to die, but now he and Hong Fan chatted for a while, seemed to have forgotten about it, and gradually started talking.

"Everyone in the world is alive and dead, but Shigeru Yanbianjun is half dead and half alive - he was alive during the day, but said to be dead at night; he was said to be dead last night, and this morning he crawled back from the dead."

"I was so confused at that time that I only went to Goulan occasionally. How could I dare to get a wife?"

"But four years ago, when I heard that there was chaos in my hometown, I couldn't stand it any longer. I gave up my military position and sneaked back, taking with me a bag of silver and a sword."

There was no need for Hong Fan to ask questions, so Gan Deshou recounted the past events on his own.

"Who would have thought that the situation here is much more complicated than that over there!"

"The situation was so urgent that I had to turn a blind eye even to sleep and was forced to be smart - but unexpectedly, by some strange combination of circumstances, the rebel army ended up becoming the Deoksu Army."

"As for Qianmianfeng, it was a year and a half ago..."

Then Gan Deshou heard Hong Fan laugh.

"You said you were ignorant at the time but smart now, but I think it's the opposite."

"When you were in Maoyan City, you were guarding the country and risked your life. When you heard that your family was in trouble, you were willing to risk everything and come back."

"Now you are just living for the sake of living."

Gan Deshou was obviously dissatisfied with these words.

He was making up words in his mind, wanting to refute.

At this time, the sharp blade on his shoulder was pressed down sharply.

The stinging pain spread, followed by a low cry.

"Don't tell me anything else, just ask about this knife!"

"In the past, it only killed foreigners, but now it kills innocent people?" Gan Deshou clenched his teeth when he heard this.

Ignoring the pain on his shoulder, he suddenly raised his head to look at the saber.

The blade is like a mirror.

Gan Deshou saw only his own eyes.

Just looking at each other for a moment, his breath was suffocated and his hair was sweaty.

Hong Fan watched all this quietly.

How could I feel so angry when my dearest relative who saved the person in front of me was framed?
However, he now understood that this was the face of Huaiyang country.

A country is a country, officials are officials, and people are people.

But the state is a gathering of people, and officials come from the people. The three are essentially one.

If he doesn't follow the thousand-faced wind, Gan Deshou may not survive this year.

If Gan Deshou is killed and the rebels join forces again, many people in Niutoushan will not survive until next year.

If the building is damaged, just rebuild it.

People's hearts are broken, but what should they do?

When Hong Fan thought about it, he felt that there were so many things to think about and everything was difficult.

"That's it, that's it."

He took a deep breath.

"Head of Gan Da, the world is so difficult. If you and I can live together, let's live as many people as possible."

There was a clang.

The sword was thrust back into the ground.

Gan Deshou then knew that his death date was not today.

The hanging heart dropped.

Only then did he realize that his whole body was soaked with sweat.

"Take care of the people I brought back."

"Maybe I will come back to see them sometime."

Hong Fan gave one last instruction and turned around and left the room.

He heard a thump behind him.

It was probably the sound of his forehead hitting the floor tiles.

But Hong Fan didn't understand.

He couldn't help but think of some names engraved in history from his previous life.

After going through all the events at the beginning of the year, Hong Fan felt that he was not smart enough.

This is even more true now.

The sand wings spread out and the wind lifted them up.

Gan Deshou straightened up and walked to the door on his knees.

When the wind and sand cleared, he saw Hong Fan ascending towards the silver moon.

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It was the last day of June in the 29th year of Zhenghe.

The new summer rain has passed, the time is right.

Forty miles west of Duanli City.

The hills rise and fall like a dragon's spine, with green curves all over.

In the valley, thunder flew low over the valley.

The horse's hooves crushed the sky filled with puddles.

The leading knight in the four-man team looked back and saw that more than a dozen Thousand Faced Wind Knights had been thrown away.

"Did you get rid of it?"

he asked urgently, his heartstrings relaxing slightly.

"Ha, I knew that the four of us would be able to accomplish something together..."

Just as the smile was blooming, there was a wind whistling from the side.

"Beware!"

The young man wearing a bamboo hat on the right shouted loudly and urged his horse hard.

He drew his sword with his backhand and used the pain of his mount to jump up and slash with the sword, cutting off the white rainbow.

The sparks were extinguished in the wind.

The horse's speed did not slow down slightly.

The man in the hat let go of the horse's rein and drew his second sword. The two swords formed a round, and in the blink of an eye, they struck three times.

Not just him.

The other three knights were holding spears, shields, or swords, and each had already taken action.

The offensive paused.

The traces of more than a dozen sword lights still remained in the eyes of the four people.

"People are in the Northeast!"

The voice came from the companion on the left.

Guests in bamboo hats are attracted by their reputation.

On a hill nearly ten feet high, an independent rider was riding under the golden clouds, running away from the dust.

The horse is pure white, lean and strong, with two whiskers growing under its jaw.

He is a handsome man with red and phoenix eyebrows, and his temples are tied with gold threads on both sides.

With just one glance, the four riders were already frightened.

Because the horse is a different breed, the man is a genius.

"Tang Family's Thousand Point Star'!"

The leading knight burst out with an almost desperate cry.

(End of this chapter)