Records of Beating Workers Forced to Save the World

Jia Meng is leading the battle, but at this time the military power is in Feng Qianshun's hands. His mission to the front line this time is only to deliver food and grass. Logically speaking, he should leave after delivering food and grass. It is wrong to stay at the front line now, if not He really couldn't leave, and now his team was supposed to guard Lang City.

And based on the [-] untrained recruits in his hands, Jia Meng knew during the First Battle of Langcheng that it was nothing but a dream to ask this group of people to fight on the front line. There is no other way.

He thought about it, and wanted to persuade him again, so he knocked on Feng Qianshun's door again: "Brother Feng! Listen to me again! This matter must be discussed in the long run!"

Jia Meng knocked for a long time, put his ear to the door to listen carefully, but there was no sound in the room, it was completely silent, as if Feng Qianshun had never returned to this room, and there was no one in the room.

He waited at the door of the room for a long time, but there was still no sound in Feng Qianshun's room, so he had no choice but to leave in the end.

Feng Qianshun lay on his side on the small bed in his room. The eight-foot man curled up to less than six feet. Like Jia Meng, he rose to his current position step by step from the bottom by relying on military achievements, not born Noble, if he could treat human life as just a number like that headstrong civil servant, he would not be so painful.

unfortunately,

He always can't do it...

……

……

On the other side, in the capital of Heng Kingdom.

The monks of Wanxiang Sect were sitting in the palace, headed by a female cultivator who looked about 30 years old. She was not good looking, but her eyes seemed to be filled with the compassion of the world.

"Your Majesty, my Wanxiang Sect is afraid of this matter..."

Hengguo Xinjun looked a little anxious: "Master, you can't just ignore us like this, the lives of our millions of people are now in your hands!"

The monks under the female nun's seat didn't look sideways at first, but when they heard Xinjun's words, they still looked up at Xinjun uncontrollably.

Originally, you were arrogant and conceited, taking tens of millions of lives as a toy in your hands, but now that the disaster is difficult to end, you throw all the responsibility on the master, how can there be such a reason in the world, let you take all the good things by yourself? !

When the battle is won, it means that you command meritorious service, and when the battle is defeated, it means that the master did not save the common people in the world? !

"Don't dare."

That female cultivator is not a fool, and she has lived for hundreds of years, and she is not a living dog. She agreed to be a national teacher at the beginning, but it was just to facilitate the Wanxiang sect to enroll students in Heng State. Every New Year, she came to Heng State to say a few words A good job will attract lots of students. Naturally, any sect is willing to do it.

But at this moment, the situation is not trivial. If the new king asks a mascot who usually does not do any serious business to bear such a big pot and bear such a big responsibility, then the Wanxiang sect will not agree to it a hundred times: "Your Majesty, we monks cannot participate. The way of heaven cannot be violated in wars between humans, please forgive me, Xinjun."

The new king, who could still sit on the throne, slapped the armrest made of gold, and stood up suddenly from the throne: "What did you say?!"

"We are here today to ask His Majesty to resign. I am getting old, and now it is time to concentrate on cultivation."

Si Yuan didn't have the slightest liking for the newly appointed monarch. Originally, when the previous monarch became more and more addicted to cultivation, Si Yuan, the suzerain of the Vientiane Sect, wanted to resign from the position of Hengguo National Teacher, but for the sake of the old prime minister, the Vientiane Sect Reluctantly stayed for another ten years, and now it was time to leave.

"Your Majesty, listen to my persuasion. There may still be a glimmer of hope in sending troops to guard the capital to help the border."

After finishing speaking, Si Yuan took the monks of Wanxiang Sect to leave the palace.

Do not……

cannot……

When Xinjun heard that he was going to transfer the 70 troops guarding the imperial city, he immediately felt as if he had been stripped of his cotton-padded clothes in winter. Just thinking about it made him unacceptable: "Is there no other way?" ?!"

Am I really wrong?

I just want to regain the lost land, open up the territory...

It's just to achieve a hegemony... Why did it fall to this point? !
Am I really wrong...

Seeing the back of Wanxiangzong who was about to leave, Xinjun hurriedly chased down from the throne: "Don't! You are not allowed to leave! Quick! Quick! Stop them!"

The soldiers guarding outside the main hall looked at each other, hesitant to hold their weapons. These are monks. Even the monks who have just entered the Qi training state are not something they can stop, but the new king dare not disobey the order. So he could only raise his weapon and aim at the monks of the Wanxiang sect tremblingly.

"I beg you, Xiangu, as long as you can point me to a clear path..."

Si Yuan took a deep breath and turned to face the new king: "What I just said is Minglu, I am not afraid of offending you today, the prime minister is talented, and his son is also powerful, he could have protected you Hengguo again." It has been prosperous for a hundred years, but the stupid things you did yourself caused Heng Country to show its decadence."

"No! You can't leave! If you hadn't said that my father had a talent for cultivation, he wouldn't have been so immersed in it that he would have abandoned the government. You have to bear the karma!"

Si Yuan's face darkened suddenly, and Xinjun couldn't help but tremble all over with fright, but for the sake of Heng Country, for hegemony, and...to save his life, he still fixed his eyes firmly on Si Yuan's face: "I Wrong, Xiangu, I want to save Heng Country, and I also want to save the people, please show me the way!"

He was not begging, but still a threat, thinking that with the so-called karma, he could drag Si Yuan into the chess game and into this war.

At this time, not only Si Yuan, but also a group of monks brought by Si Yuan stared at the new lord, wishing they could step forward and poke a few holes in the new lord on the spot.

"I've said it's true, it's true that he had the ability to cultivate at that time, this is the cause of me," Si Yuan looked at the new king and said every word, "but I never let him kill people for fun. , Relying on human life to cultivate, this is your own fruit."

At this time, the anger in Xinjun's heart also burned away the remaining rationality at this time, "You come as soon as you say, and leave as soon as you say, and you still call yourself a cultivator. Shouldn't a cultivator save the common people?! Any pity for sentient beings is a lie!"

Si Yuan looked at the new king. She witnessed the rise and fall of two dynasties. It seemed that history was a circle, and it had the same ending along the way. Before her eyes appeared the appearance of the last king who was subjugated, kneeling and crying bitterly, as if That face bears some resemblance to this angry, desperate face.

"Let me tell you one last time. Only by transferring the troops guarding the imperial city to the border can there be a chance of survival. Only guarding the imperial city. Does your country only have one imperial city?"

Si Yuan continued: "You don't have the ability to achieve hegemony, and it's still difficult to maintain your career. In the early days, countless people persuaded you and insisted on going your own way, causing countless people to die for nothing. Who doesn't have mercy on the common people?"

Why does this chapter feel bigger and bigger...

small theater:
Si Yuan (persuading with kind words and persuasive words): You are not capable, so you have to accept your fate.

Xinjun: I don't believe it!

Si Yuan: You really can’t do it, and your brain is not working well.

Xinjun: I still don’t believe it! ! !

Si Yuan: ...Why doesn't this child listen to persuasion...You are not good-hearted, why don't you abdicate.

Xinjun: ...? ? ?