Chapter 129: A man of integrity can be killed but not humiliated

The Gongyang School of Confucianism is good at fighting and debating, but not good at saving people.

Faced with Xu Zhiyuan's current situation, Su Mu didn't have any better solution.

"Tell the Firemen to make a thick vegetable porridge for Xu Jiguan. Don't make it too oily and add a little more wild vegetables."

There are no doctors in Yancheng, and the elixirs are only for treating knife wounds, so there is no way to cure Xu Zhiyuan immediately.

But fortunately, Xu Zhiyuan's condition was not as bad as imagined.

Although his lower limbs were completely crushed by the barbarians, he was locked up in a dark dungeon for many years, without seeing the sun for a long time, his eyes could hardly see clearly, and he did not speak for a long time, so his voice was weak and hoarse and could not be heard clearly.

But Xu Zhiyuan had an extremely strong will, a clear mind and normal thinking. After taking a spoonful of hot vegetable porridge, a tear shed from his only remaining eye.

The tears were turbid and melted into the soil in an instant when they fell on the ground. If there hadn't been tear marks in the corners of Xu Zhiyuan's eyes, perhaps no one would have noticed.

But Guo Xiaoding, who was feeding the child, saw it.

He watched Xu Zhiyuan's tears dripping slowly and could no longer suppress his emotions. He handed the thick vegetable porridge to Chu Zhongxing and took a deep breath.

"Chu Shuai!"

As if he knew that Chu Zhongxing was going to intercept him, Guo Xiaoding spoke directly to stop Chu Zhongxing from saying anything further.

"A gentleman with integrity can be killed but not humiliated."

"Xu Jiguan has endured such a great humiliation, but he still lives on. He must have great ambitions in his heart. I can't compare to him."

"Now I am a soldier of the Imperial Shang Dynasty. Seeing the court officials being humiliated by the barbarians, how can I remain indifferent?"

Guo Xiaoding, who also had one eye, squatted on the ground, tightly holding Xu Zhiyuan's rough and withered hands, and made up his mind:
"I am already 136 years old, and half of my body is buried in the ground. If I don't draw the bow now, I'm afraid I won't be able to draw the bow anymore!"

"Now that Yancheng has you, I can go into battle and kill the enemy with peace of mind."

At this point, Guo Xiaoding smiled. He stood up and looked at Chu Zhongxing seriously, his face full of satisfaction:
"I am a soldier and not good at commanding and managing troops. I am better at charging into battle. Now, under your command, Yancheng is as vibrant as the rising sun."

At this point, Guo Xiaoding seemed to feel that this was a bit too long-winded and corny. He paused, patted Chu Zhongxing's shoulder hard, and then held Xu Zhiyuan's hand tightly, assuring:

"I will slaughter all the barbarians in the Iltsk Oasis and avenge the humiliation!"

Go ahead and say it. Guo Xiaoding strode out of the general's mansion. He took out a whistle and started to blow it.

A slightly sad and unique whistle sounded in Yancheng. The white-haired soldiers who were busy with their own work in Yancheng stopped what they were doing and looked towards the general's mansion after hearing the whistle.

Afterwards, the white-haired soldiers of Yancheng began to tidy up their military appearance. More than a hundred centenarians carefully straightened their clothes, then took their weapons and gathered at the training ground.

"Go, inform the soldiers who are farming and hunting, and have them assemble!"

"Yes, General!"

An old soldier rode out of Yancheng on his horse and called back the old generals of the Yancheng Town Northern Army who were farming and hunting. After about two incense sticks of time, 142 soldiers stood neatly in the Yancheng martial arts field.

"A gentleman has integrity. He can be killed but not humiliated!"

"Now the barbarians have insulted our imperial officials, dug out their eyes, destroyed their legs, imprisoned them in a dark dungeon, and tortured their bodies."

"Xu Jiguan has great ambitions and wants to survive, but as soldiers of the Imperial Merchants, how can we watch Xu Jiguan being humiliated by the barbarians?"

"Everyone!" "Follow me and crush the barbarians in the Iltsk Oasis!"

Guo Xiaoding held a Mo Dao in his hand, pointed in the direction of the Iltsk Oasis and shouted, and then he laughed loudly:
"By the way, let the little bastards in Yancheng see what the Yancheng Zhenbei Army is."

"Although we are old, we can still fight and kill the enemy!"

The 143 soldiers of Yancheng Town's northern army gathered together for the first time since Chu Zhongxing came to this world.

They gathered together and set out from Yancheng in an orderly formation, immediately attracting the attention of the players.

"Hey, what happened? Why did the NPCs suddenly gather together?"

"I don't know. I just saw an NPC riding a horse out of Yancheng, and then about 20 NPCs came back from outside!"

"Damn, this game developer is so awesome! The aura, eyes, and even actions of these veterans give me chills!"

"The game developers are really awesome. The NPCs in front of me really give me the feeling of veterans who have fought for a hundred years. The murderous aura is so strong that I almost dare not breathe."

"The game developer is really rich and has really put in a lot of effort. To be honest, for such a large open world, the cutscenes are not even CG, but they are made so seriously and realistically!"

"Brothers, what do you think the NPCs are going to do in formation?"

"Who knows? Maybe the plot will be pushed further."

"Come on, come on, follow and see!"

The players who stayed in Yancheng to watch the fun, seeing the white-haired veterans of Yancheng marching out of the city in formation, could not hold back their curiosity. They immediately followed the white-haired soldiers, wanting to see what this group of NPCs were going to do.

However, the player could not catch up with the speed of the white-haired soldiers.

Guo Xiaoding led his team and the cavalry on a forced march towards the Iltsk Oasis. The remaining infantry rode in horse-drawn carriages and also moved quickly towards the Iltsk Oasis.

Brother Xun once said that people in Yanlong Country like to watch the fun.

Players who were doing daily tasks in Yancheng saw that all the NPCs in Yancheng had gathered together and were marching out of the city. They all put down their tasks and wanted to follow to see what was happening.

However, the speed of the cavalry and the carriages was naturally not something that the players who were just watching could keep up with. After following for less than a minute, the players gave up the attempt.

Unable to keep up with the NPCs, the carriage was requisitioned again.

But this does not bother the players at all.

The players who could not catch up with the NPC decisively chose to commit suicide and resurrect from the new resurrection point. After resurrection, they immediately went straight to Iltsk Oasis and waited for the NPC outside Iltsk Oasis. At the same time, many players went offline and came to the forum to tell other players about the NPC's expedition.

As players communicated with each other, soon almost all players knew that for some unknown reason, the NPCs of Yancheng had gathered together and marched out of the city.

"NPCs assemble in formation?"

"What happened? I didn't receive any news at all!"

"Brothers, is there a possibility in this game that the game is calculated in real time, and the NPCs are calculated in real time too!"

"Like my cousin? Every NPC has his own course of action?"

"Don't use my cousin to sue me. Does my cousin have the right to sue "The Hundred Schools of Thought"? The two games are not in the same dimension. The difference between my cousin and "The Hundred Schools of Thought" is like the difference between primitive people and Trisolarans!"

(End of this chapter)