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Chapter 94 The minister's heart is a magnetic needle stone, and he won't give up unless he guides Fang Fang (Seventh watch for subscription)

"That...that's..."

Looking at the picture that suddenly appeared on the mirror, Ma Linger and Zhao Xue felt extremely astonished, but before they could speak, the fat man next to them immediately made a silent movement.

Although this was the first time Fatty had seen Feng Yun perform such an evil technique, he also knew some basic common sense. During the process of performing this kind of technique, when others speak, it will cause a collision of yang energy.

So even though Fatty was shocked, he didn't forget to remind the people around him to keep silent.

The picture in the mirror is like a white horse passing through the gap, jumping a person's life in a short moment.

From being a toddler when he was young, it was only a blink of an eye for a strong man to wear armor and fight on the battlefield.

Through the image that emerged from the mirror, Feng Yun finally understood the life of this zombie...

……

Zombie was named Zhao Hu before his death, and he was born in a blacksmith's family in a poor mountainous area in the Southern Song Dynasty.
Because he is the only child in the family, his parents love him in every possible way.

After Zhao Hu grew up, he had the ambition to serve the country and joined the army resolutely.

That day, the general stood on the platform, his gaze was like a sword, and he looked down at Zhao Hu:

"Why do you want to join the army?"

Zhao Hu seemed to have thought about this question for a long time before coming here, so he said forcefully without any hesitation:
"Follow the example of Marshal Yue, defend the family and the country!"

The voice was not loud, but it was firm enough, and it also attracted the attention of many generals.

"well!"

The general nodded approvingly:
"Da Song Erlang, it should be like this!"

Since then, Zhao Hu went out with the army. Although Zhao Hu was only a soldier in the army, Zhao Hu always kept his blood in every battle.

"Zhao Hu, why are you working so hard, you always rush to the front?"

Facing the inquiries from his companions, Zhao Hu always said seriously:
"Loyalty and devotion to the country should be the foundation of a man's life, and the death of a man will not stop everything!"

This spirit shocked both Fatty and Yan Qilin.

Sui is a pawn, but he has the heart of a general.

And the general of Zhao Hu's army is the well-known General Li. In addition to following General Li to fight everywhere, Zhao Hu will also forge soldiers in the army on a daily basis.

This is a skill he learned in the army, and he is very familiar with all armor systems and weapon forging care.

In this way, Zhao Hu went out with the army while forging iron in the army, and decades passed by.

He devoted himself to the army all his life, and he was discharged from the army and returned to his hometown until he was old.

However, at this time, the Southern Song Dynasty has exhausted its vitality, and there are wolves everywhere.

The large-scale invasion of foreigners cast a cloud over the entire Song Dynasty.

The enemy's iron hooves trampled on the ground, and the aged Zhao Hu wanted to put on his armor again and go to battle to kill the enemy.

But again and again, when Zhao Hu came to the barracks, he couldn't even get in the gate.

"Old man Zhao, I've said it several times. You're an old man, you can't go to the battlefield. The recruits are young and strong guys, don't come again!"

Zhao Hu's body is no longer as firm as before, and his stooped posture is obviously faded.

But the light in Zhao Hu's eyes didn't go out because of his age. He left the barracks very slowly, and the sound of fighting in training always made Zhao Hu miss it.

For him, the humble house in the mountains is just a place to live, and this land of soldiers is his home.

Soon afterwards, the Yashan naval battle broke out, which directly related to the survival of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Although Zhao Hu had the heart to serve the country, he had to watch helplessly as the country was overthrown and the country was destroyed.

Every day, Zhao Hu would walk from one end of the village to the other, find the only literate gentleman in the village, and inquire about the frontier customs before the war.

"Master, how is the battle going, can there be a big victory?"

Looking at Zhao Hu, Mr. shook his head and sighed:
"Old man Zhao, you are asking every day and worrying every night. What is the reason for this? Since it is the year of Zhangxiang, why are you so worried?"

Faced with Mr.'s puzzlement, Zhao Hu's cloudy eyes burst into tears because of excitement:
"Where the country is, the home is there.

If the old man fails to kill the enemy and defend the country on the battlefield, he should also have a strategy to serve the country.

The mountains and rivers are turbulent, how can we be safe? "

As Zhao Hu said, in that remote mountain village, the sound of iron forging can be heard almost all the time, day and night.

Everyone knew that it was Zhao Hu who was building weapons and armor day and night, only hoping to contribute a little to his country.

Since he dedicated his life to the barracks, Zhao Hu had no wife or heirs.

This incident was so unfilial at that time that Zhao Hu hadn't visited his ancestor's grave for ten years, and said that he would never return to his ancestors after his death.

"Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have been difficult..."

Whenever this matter is mentioned, Zhao Hu always makes the same remarks.

He has always felt guilty towards his parents in his heart, and he has no face to face his ancestors.

Occasionally, late at night, Zhao Hu would sit alone on the mountain road, looking in the direction of the ancestral grave on the mountain.

No one knew what he was thinking, but he always sat like this for a whole night.

In his old age, there were only cold irons and hot stoves for company.

When he was dying, Zhao Hu was surrounded by people from the village.

Since he has no heirs, only neighbors in the village come to take care of him.

But even so, Zhao Hu still held the villagers' hands with difficulty.

He carefully entrusted all the forged weapons and armor to the village elders.

"If one day, the soldiers are short of soldiers and armor, we must send these to their hands..."

The elders in the village couldn't bear to close their eyes and nodded, and put the weapons and armor that Zhao Hu personally made into place properly.

When Zhao Hu was lying on the bed and couldn't get up again, he knew his time was approaching.

Everyone in the village respected Zhao Hu, so when Zhao Hu was bedridden, people came to take care of him frequently.

But Zhao Hu always struggled to get up at this time, grabbed the villagers and asked:
"How is the battle going? Can we win a big victory?"

Until today, when the villagers were asked again, they shook their heads in pain:
"It's lost, it's all lost.

General Su Liuyi died in battle, and no one survived the battle of Yashan. The gate of the Song Dynasty can no longer be guarded! "

"Snapped!"

Zhao Hu, who was struggling to get up, staggered and sat on the ground, his eyes were blank, and his words were full of disbelief.

These news were all disasters to him. General Su died in battle, and the Yashan naval battle ended with the destruction of the entire army.

The disgrace of the Southern Song Dynasty was engraved on the cliff, and the words that the Song Dynasty was destroyed here also announced the demise of the Song Dynasty.

"puff!

This was the last news Zhao Hu heard. With a mouthful of turbid blood spurting out, Zhao Hu's life also came to an end.

But this obsession turned into a breath in his chest, stuck in his throat.

Until his death, Zhao Hu stared and clenched his fists tightly.

No one can understand the pain in his heart, watching the iron hooves of foreigners stepping into the Central Plains, but there is nothing they can do...

"I really want to kill the enemy!"

After Zhao Hu's death, the people in the village followed his instructions and did not bury him in the ancestral grave.

Instead, they found an auspicious place, a tomb built with the help of the villagers, and buried Zhao Hu here.

On this day, the villagers spontaneously came to see Zhao Hu off one after another, with tears on everyone's face.

I don't know if it's because of Zhao Hu, or because of the country's collapse...

All the buried objects are these armors and weapons made by Zhao Hu.

It is now unable to send it to the battlefield, so it can only be reserved for another battle in the next life.

Time has passed and time has passed. The place where Zhao Hu was buried is now Xiheli Road.

And because Zhao Hu was dying with great obsession and refused to die, this resentment condensed in his throat for a hundred years.

Coupled with the evil spirit that permeated the world, he finally turned into a zombie.

As the image in the mirror gradually disappeared, Feng Yun and the others seemed to return from a dream.

"Snapped!"

Coincidentally, at the moment when the picture on the mirror disappeared, the three sticks of incense stuck on the rice had burned out, and the ashes that had been straight were all broken off.

As the saying goes, people are afraid of three longs and two shorts, and incense is afraid of two shorts and one long.

At this moment, the three sticks of incense sticks on the white rice, and the falling of the incense ash formed a sign of two short and one long.

Seeing this, Feng Yun frowned, then covered the mirror with a red cloth, and asked the fat man to turn on the light.

After turning on the light, the expressions on the faces of the fat man and the others could be clearly seen. At this time, the expressions of the several people were very solemn, obviously shocked by Zhao Hu's deeds.

This is a loyal person, who has always cared about the country all his life, but at the end of his life, he watched with his own eyes the destruction of the Southern Song Dynasty country he cared about.

This obsession has been entangled with Zhao Hu, so much so that he is still building weapons and forming teams after he becomes stagnant.

It's no wonder that when the Yin soldiers borrowed the way before, all the Yin soldiers seemed to be possessed, and all the emotional discussions were still about the Song Dynasty.

Feng Yun looked at the motionless zombie in front of him, and sighed softly:

"It's no wonder the obsession is so deep, the Yashan naval battle itself is a battle that is so heavy that people can't breathe.

There are more than 20 officers, soldiers and civilians, and more than 1000 warships, which still haven't stopped the iron heels of foreigners.

Lu Xiufu committed suicide by throwing himself into the sea with the young emperor behind his back, and many loyal officials followed him, and there were rumors in later generations that there were more than 10 corpses floating on the sea.

These things must be great regrets for Zhao Hu, who has dedicated his life to the country.

Since he had no heirs, even the funeral was handled with the help of the villagers. It is no wonder that he was buried with a fallen tree. "

Fatty and the others also sighed one after another. Zhao Hu is not a famous general, or even just one of many unknown soldiers.

But he also fully embodies what it means to be loyal and righteous. Although he is a nobody, his loyalty is no less than that of any general.

At this moment, none of the people present got out of the emotion just now, so that even the fat man's eyes when he looked at the zombie softened a lot.

"I didn't expect that there was such a past hidden in him.

This spirit is enough to be admired at any time..."

Such words rarely appear in the fat man's mouth, which shows how much the knowledge he has just seen has had an impact on the fat man.

At the same time, Feng Yun thoughtfully opened the "Encyclopedia of Folklore" in his spiritual consciousness, and the pages of the book opened by themselves, turning to one of the pages.

"I think, I understand why this matter is not over yet..."

After a while, Feng Yun looked up at Fatty and the others in front of him, and said with a stern expression:
"You just brought back Zhao Hu's dead body, but his obsession has not dissipated.

If this obsession does not subside, Xiheli Road will never be peaceful, and the sound of iron striking will not stop every day, because that is the sound of him building armor and weapons to support the front line..."

At this point, Feng Yunchang sighed, closed the "Encyclopedia of Folklore" in his consciousness, then turned his head to look at the crowd, and said in a deep voice: "Tomorrow night, Yanjun Houhai, send you off, and sacrifice to the sea!"

(End of this chapter)