Secular world: My destiny has no taboos

Chapter 295: 294: The Battle of Sheshan

Day three.

Sheshan today is different from the past. It seems extremely noisy and faint crying sounds can be heard coming from houses everywhere.

The rows of houses seemed to be sinking in a river of sorrow.

"Crunch..."

Zhang Luo had a sad look on his face and walked out of the house with a bag on his back.

Behind the half-open door, in the dim light, a woman was sitting beside the bed, looking at him with tearful eyes.

"gone!!"

Zhang Luo sighed and wanted to turn around and take a look at his wife, but finally gave up.

This time I don’t know when I will be able to come back, or even if I can survive. Instead of worrying about it, it’s better to just do it.

"Brother Zhang."

Suddenly, a voice came from the side.

He was a thin and short man, also carrying a bag and with a sharp knife distributed by Sheshan on his waist. He faced Zhang Luo and greeted him.

"Old Xing."

When Zhang Luo saw the other party, he responded with a smile, but anyone could see that his smile was a little forced.

Xing Liang glanced inside the door behind Zhang Luo, opened his mouth and sighed.

"Won't your sister-in-law leave with you?"

"Forget it. We all know the danger. Rather than dying together, it's better to let her live with the worry. After I die, there will be people to burn incense for me."

"..."

Xing Liang was silent. Unlike Zhang Luo, he was a loner. If one person was well fed, the whole family would not be hungry. He had no relatives to tie him down with.

For him, the two choices given by Sheshan were the same, both of which were leaving.

"I don't know if I can come back this time. Have you thought about leaving a child?"

The two walked and talked.

These people were about to leave and return to Luozhou to face those vicious starving ghosts. Their future was bleak. They might die in the mouths of starving ghosts as soon as they left.

They had seen a lot of those things in the early days of the outbreak.

Zhang Luo treaded with heavy steps and shook his head silently: "In this world, the sun has already disappeared. Rather than letting the next generation face such suffering when they are born, it is better not to have children and let the suffering end in our lifetime. That is actually better."

Xing Liang didn't know what to say and could only sigh helplessly.

Perhaps seeing that the atmosphere was a bit depressing, Zhang Luo took the initiative to change the subject.

"What's in your package? Why is it making the noise? Are you bringing all the bottles and jars from home with you?"

Zhang Luo looked behind Xing Liang and reminded him: "We don't know whether we will live or die when we return to Luozhou this time, so just bring some dry food and weapons with you. Bringing other miscellaneous items won't be of much use to you!"

He saw some clanging sounds coming from Xing Liang's bag, which seemed to contain porcelain.

"These are all my livelihood's business, I can't lose it." Xing Liang grinned when he heard that.

Seeing the other party answer like this, Zhang Luo didn't know what to say and withdrew his gaze.

Xing Liang was his neighbor next door to the house. Although they had all lived in Sheshan for nearly two years, they did not know each other very well.

He learned the craft of blacksmith and joined a forging shop in Sheshan, while Xing Liang took on the job of reclaiming barren hills and cultivating crops.

Farming is something that any farmer can do, it's not something strange.

But he saw Xing Liang in the fields several times, but found that the other party seemed to have never done farm work and was very unfamiliar with it. On the contrary, he was very smooth in wielding a knife.

Once, Zhang Luo went to the forge shop to work and returned home very late.

During this period, a few bastards who couldn't control their nature wanted to violate his wife when he was not home, but Xing Liang beat them away.

I heard from my wife that Xing Liang's knife skills were quite brutal and ruthless. There were several times when he subconsciously chopped at the opponent's neck, but he stopped in the end and used the back of the knife instead.

Therefore, Xing Liang's original identity has always been a bit mysterious in Zhang Luo's cognition, and he even suspected that the other party was once a bandit in a certain mountain.

The two walked along the mountain path, and from time to time one or two Huxian would stand on both sides of the road.

There was an inexplicable light in the eyes of these Huxians, as if they were watching the fun, or as if they were pointing the way for those who were about to leave Sheshan.

Gradually, more and more men gathered around Zhang Luo and Xing Liang. They had miserable looks on their faces, lowered their heads, and looked very depressed.

In Sheshan, no one could resist Hu Xian.

Although some people privately hoped to take power in Sheshan, slowly squeeze the Huxians out of their positions and take their place.

But when the time comes to resort to force, one has to accept one's fate. Even the immortals are above, and everyone has to kneel down.

The atmosphere was depressing and the air seemed to be frozen. The crowd of tens of thousands of people was a dark mass, like a lonely and depressed long snake on the mountain road. Even if the sun shone on their bodies, it could not dispel the coldness in their hearts.

Zhang Luo and Xing Liang in the crowd no longer had the intention to communicate with each other. They just walked with their heads down. There was a road under their feet, but they didn't know whether there was a cliff or a road ahead.

Suddenly, a strange noise came from the front.

At the junction of two mountain roads, on a flat slope, a team of two hundred people stood there quietly. In front of them were more than a dozen desks with papers and pens on them. Two people sat behind each desk.

To the side, there is a large plaque with the words "Recruiting Soldiers" written on it.

Most of the people in the crowd were illiterate, but there were a few who had been to school and read the words on the plaque. As a result, the news that someone was recruiting soldiers spread quickly among the long line of 10,000 people.

Zhang Luo raised his head in confusion, muttering to himself.

"The front is recruiting soldiers, but is it organized by Sheshan?"

He subconsciously regarded this matter as arranged by the Hu immortals of Sheshan.

"It shouldn't be. If Sheshan wanted to recruit soldiers, there would be no need to drive us out directly. I think there must be a master who wants to gather people together."

"It's better for us to be together than to separate after we go out." Xing Liang guessed.

"Is that right?"

Zhang Luo was a little confused and found someone stopped in front of him. He stood on tiptoe and stretched his neck to look forward.

In the sight, there were indeed two hundred soldiers wearing armor, who looked quite strong and sturdy, standing side by side in front.

These soldiers stood with their backs straight, and when viewed horizontally, they looked like two straight rows, with an incredibly neat formation.

"Dang, Dang, Dang..."

A series of gong sounds were heard, and then a sturdy figure was heard holding a gong in his left hand and a mallet in his right hand, beating the gong and shouting at the top of his voice.

"Recruiting soldiers and horses, ambitious men, to face the difficulties together, golden armor, fame and fortune, all in the army!!"

"Sheshan doesn't welcome us, they drive us away and let us fight for the land of Luozhou ourselves. If we can live standing up, why should we kneel down under others to live in disgrace?"

"They are Huxian. After all, they are not the same species as us. Only we humans can help each other. We should unite together and exert our greatest strength!!"

……

Behind a desk, Shen Tingmiao looked at Wu Huo beating the gong and shouting, with an embarrassed expression on her face. She turned to Lin Beixuan beside her and said.

"Does this really work?"

"Now that Sheshan has expelled and abandoned them, it is the most vulnerable time for these people. People are looking for hope in despair. A promise or an opportunity may become a life-saving straw for them to grasp."

Lin Beixuan swept his eyes across the numb and confused faces, and sure enough, after Wu Huogu's words, they all looked in this direction.

Some of them have already made some moves, but are just waiting and watching.

Wu Huo kept beating the gong and turning back and forth, while trying hard to recall the words that Lin Beixuan had asked him to recite last night when he was alone with him.

"Join us. In addition to the basic military pay, when we retake Luozhou, everyone will be able to distribute land according to military merit. The more enemies you kill, the more land you will have."

Wu Huo grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth.

"There aren't many people left in Luozhou now. The imperial court doesn't want us, and neither does Sheshan. Rather than turning into dry bones on the roadside, it's better to risk our lives and fight for a future with our own hands."

These words are not very inspiring, and even have a bit of sadness, but for those who have just been expelled from Sheshan and are confused and helpless about the future, it is like a ray of light shining in the darkness, helping them to illuminate the way forward.

“Rather than turning into a withered skeleton on the roadside, it is better to risk your life and fight for your future with your own hands!”

These words are like a shot of adrenaline, piercing people's hearts.

Yes, the imperial court doesn't want them, and now even Sheshan is going to expel them. They are obviously human beings, but they are like dogs without any dignity of their own.

Those high-ranking officials in Jingzhou are all rich and prosperous, with fine clothes and delicious food, while these common people who work in the fields are worse off than pigs and dogs. Even their own hometowns have been invaded by evil spirits.

They were abandoned, and after they died there might not even be anyone to collect their bodies. The world was unfair and fate was cruel. They had no choice, but they could still risk their lives to find that glimmer of hope.

Finally, someone moved.

A man walked out of the crowd with an expressionless face and came to Lin Beixuan's desk.

"Zhang He, whose ancestral home is in Luozhou, Lu County, has learned a few tricks and worked as a constable in the county government... and now he is here to serve in the army."

Lin Beixuan looked at the middle-aged man named Zhang He, nodded, and said lightly.

"remember!"

Shen Tingmiao beside him immediately understood and wrote down Zhang He's information in the book.

With the first one, many people were attracted and walked out of the crowd, came to the desks and reported their names and hometowns.

"Zhang Luo, his ancestral home is Zhangjia Village, Sui County, Luozhou. He used to be a blacksmith and has strong arms..."

"Xing Liang... his ancestral home is Yiling, Changzhou, and he is an executioner..."

Hearing the word "executioner", Lin Beixuan raised his eyebrows and his eyes fell on Xing Liang.

No wonder he smelled a strong murderous aura as soon as the other party approached.

As one of the various evil-collecting professions in the city, the executioner, who ranks among the most prominent ones along with coroners, paper figurines makers, and corpse tailors, can be said to be the profession most likely to be contaminated by evil spirits.

There is even a popular saying: knife sellers, executioners, and mourners are everywhere, as are shoemakers, tomb keepers, and orchid thieves.

These people who are seeking revenge may not be as strong as the knights in the martial arts world, but in terms of weirdness and viciousness, they are definitely among the best.

Lin Beixuan raised a smile and said lightly.

"remember!!"

　Thank you Chen Lin for the reward. He is also an old book friend who has always supported Sanyang.

　　One more later

　　
　
(End of this chapter)