Emperor’s Battlefield: I, Zhu Houzhao, like to push horizontally

Chapter 34: Fight in life, and have no regrets in death!
"Sir Xu, do you think they will really remember us?"

The night was as dark as ink, and the night wind blew across the Gobi Desert.

The surroundings were very quiet, except for the sound of wind and even the chirping of insects.

Behind a bunker in the camp, a soldier holding a submachine gun looked at the crescent moon in the sky like an eyebrow and asked in a low voice.

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding soldiers at other posts couldn't help but look at the officer sitting by the fire, pretending to sleep with his gun in his arms.

"Will do."

The officer gave an affirmative and firm answer without even opening his eyes.

"Your Majesty is a man of faith, and he will definitely do what he says."

"Besides, there are so many brothers watching, and they won't let us pay for it in vain."

Hearing this answer, the surrounding soldiers showed smiles on their faces.

They come from space, have no home, no roots, and no relatives. Your Majesty and the comrades around you are their closest relatives.

They are willing to die for the sake of their lord, and at the most dangerous time, they are willing to use their chests to save their friends around them.

They are not afraid of death, they are not afraid of sacrifice, what they are afraid of is that no one will remember their death, and no one will remember that there are still people like them fighting silently in the unknown space.

Fortunately, they followed the right person.

Although Zhu Houzhao was only a young man, they all saw the firm look in his eyes and his sincere respect for them.

I want to know which monarch can talk about brothers like these rootless soldiers.

Their loyalty does not need to be won over, nor does it need to be put on for show.

Zhu Houzhao still treats them like this, which shows that he really regards them as his own.

"I really want to see the outside world. I heard from the battalion commander that His Highness is already considering formulating a merit system."

A wounded soldier with a broken arm took over the officer's words and told him the information he had inquired about.

The surrounding soldiers were shocked. They wanted to look back, but they resisted their inner impulse and looked outside warily.

The wounded soldier did not give in and told the news he had found out.

"According to the battalion commander, as long as we achieve a certain level of merit in the future, your Majesty will take action to untie us from the battlefield, grant us the status of common people in the Ming Dynasty, let us marry, have children, and pass on our bloodline."

"Really?"

The soldier who asked the question first couldn't help but stood up excitedly.

The officer beside the fire also opened his closed eyes and looked at the wounded soldier in surprise.

He is a platoon leader, but he has never heard of this matter.

The wounded soldier glanced at the surprised soldier and said somewhat speechlessly: "Why are you so surprised? Even if this system is implemented in the future, it will have nothing to do with us."

The wounded soldier's words silenced the somewhat fanciful soldiers around him.

Yes, what does this have to do with them? Maybe tonight, or tomorrow, they will return to the beginning.

"Well, although we can't keep up with this good thing, we don't have any benefits."

Seeing that the morale of the soldiers was a little low, the officer glared at the wounded soldier and said to everyone with a dry smile: "Originally, I planned to tell you this news before the battle started."

"But looking at you guys, if I hadn't told you in advance, you would have lost all your fighting spirit."

The somewhat silent soldiers who were stimulated by the wounded soldiers looked at him curiously when they heard what the officer said, and a sense of expectation arose in their hearts.

After looking around, the officer said slowly to everyone: "Before leaving, your Majesty told me that after returning to reality, he will adopt a group of orphans in your name."

Hearing this, the surrounding soldiers looked a little blank.

Don't understand the meaning of this.

The officer didn't hold back and directly told what was to come.

"These children will recognize you as their fathers, and they will pass on your name and achievements as your children."

"In other words, although I am waiting for death, in the real Ming Dynasty, our incense name has been passed down."

"This this……"

When the soldiers heard the news, they were surprised and excited.

What are they pursuing? Isn't it just for this?

Their Lord helped them accomplish all this, and they had no regrets in their hearts.

"I have a child... Hahaha, I have a child..."

The soldier who asked the question at the beginning jumped up excitedly, punched the sky and shouted.The officer did not reprimand him when he saw this. Instead, he looked at him with a smile and allowed the other party to vent his excitement.

At the same time, he was also imagining in his heart that the person who would receive his name in the future would be a son or a little girl.

If it were a son, would he be as strong as him?

If she were a girl, would she be as beautiful as your maid, Wanru?

"puff!"

But just as he was imagining, a wave of heat spread on his face, causing the officer to wake up suddenly.

The first time I opened my eyes, I saw a soldier shouting excitedly, staring blankly down at a green arrow on his heart.

"Enemy attack!"

The officer roared angrily, rushed to the bunker, grabbed the flare gun next to him, and pointed the trigger at the sky.

As the flares came on, the dark night was illuminated.

It may be too late.

In the dark night, the frogman's skin is camouflaged, and coupled with the cold-blooded racial characteristics, not to mention naked eye surveillance, even the thermal imaging camera is useless.

When the flares lit up, countless frogmen rushed in from all around the camp, carrying weapons that they didn't know whether they were wood or iron, and killed the soldiers who were left behind.

Fierce gunfire, deafening grenade explosions, and battle roars all rang out.

"I…"

Listening to the crazy shooting around them and the roars of their partners and enemies fighting each other, the soldiers did not panic or scream in pain, but just looked at the sky in the distance with a silly smile.

"I...I have a child...I have a child, but I don't have one after death..."

The last word was not uttered after all, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Maybe he regretted his behavior just now, but he had no fear of death.

He was infinitely loyal to Zhu Houzhao, and he would never refuse no matter what tasks Zhu Houzhao arranged.

Now that Zhu Houzhao has arranged everything for him after his death and passed on his spiritual legacy, he has no regrets in his heart.

There is no need to worry about life, and there is no need to fear death.

For these soldiers, it is just the end of reincarnation.

half an hour later...

"Cough cough..."

A painful cough sounded in the central tent.

The officer with several dark green sharp arrows stuck in his body endured the pain of tearing his lungs, grabbed a starter, and leaned against a big guy.

After all, he was outnumbered. Facing the frogman with extremely strong jumping ability and abnormal ability to capture dynamic targets, he was the only one left among the hundreds of people led by the officer.

But the other side didn't take advantage either.

After half an hour of fierce fighting, his men sacrificed their lives, and at least a thousand people on the opposite side fell.

"One hundred for one thousand, it's worth it."

The officer grinned, listening to the approaching noise outside, and pressed the starter in his hand without hesitation.

Listening to the sound of dripping behind him, he lay lazily on the ground, looked at the roof of the tent, and continued to think about whether the little guy who inherited his name was a son or a daughter.

"Drip drip..."

The voices behind him became more and more urgent. The officer didn't pay attention. He looked at the roof of the tent and murmured softly.

"Kid, remember, your father's name is Xu Jianghan!"

"Boom!"

A deafening thunder shook the world and the night was instantly broken.

All the creatures within a hundred miles of the Gobi looked at the huge mushroom rising.

ps: I wrote this chapter after thinking about it for a long time.

The Imperial Battlefield is not only the battlefield of the emperor, but also the battlefield of these soldiers, who are also one of the protagonists.

I feel that they should not be empty tools. As a book writer, I have this responsibility and obligation to give them soul and life.

This chapter alone pays tribute to the countless nameless people who sacrificed their lives on the battlefield for the sake of their race.

(End of this chapter)