Chapter 2265 Things Are Going to Get Bigger!

When Zhao Zhenwu woke up again, his wife had already left, and the hut was cleaned up, leaving no breath of her and her son.

Zhao Zhenwu sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a long time, somehow, he felt the gun on his waist.

Medals and sabers have been snatched away, but no one wants this general's gun. Probably this gun is the same as the generals in the current imperial capital.

Zhao Zhenwu took out the miniature bolt gun, stuck it on his thigh and rubbed it carefully, the muzzle of the gun bloomed with crystal clear brilliance, somehow, it was full of strange attraction, so he couldn't help but open his mouth, wanting to muzzle……

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Someone knocked on the door.

Zhao Zhenwu was shocked, and threw the gun far away like an electric shock. He collected himself and said, "Who is it?"

"Old Zhao, it's me."

A familiar voice muffled outside.

He opened the door and saw that it was He Peng, his classmate in the general school's study class.

Immortal cultivators have absolute confidence in their own strength when they are proud of their horseshoes. Naturally, they are intrigues, intrigues, and open and secret fights.

But when it comes to the battlefield, on a planet or even a trench, they will occasionally make life-threatening friendships.

In particular, everyone has been blown out of their realm and reduced to the fire pit of the general school study class. There is nothing to calculate and use. Under the pity of the same disease, the friendship is quite pure!

Immortal cultivators are also human beings, and sometimes they will show loyalty. This "Lieutenant General He Peng"'s fate is almost the same as that of Zhao Zhenwu. The two have similar temperaments, and they have a good friendship on the battlefield. It is an irreversible friend.

Seeing that it was He Peng who came to the door, Zhao Zhenwu was still a little uneasy, thinking that he knew about the conflict between himself and his wife, so he came to comfort him.

However, he didn't like his brother's sad look, so he frowned and said, "What's going on?"

He Peng sighed heavily, shook his head and said, "Zhou Lifu is dead, a terrible death, alas!"

"What!"

Zhao Zhenwu was startled.

The Zhou Lifu they mentioned was also a classmate of the general school, the commander of the Lieutenant General of the Imperial Army, and a few decades ago, he was a famous and ruthless person in the outer world of the first quadrant.

This gentleman was born as a gladiator, ruthless and extremely tyrannical. It is said that he had a brilliant record of winning thirty-five matches in a row. At his peak, he had cultivated to the initial stage of the Nascent Soul Stage. He was known as the "ghost butcher"!

In the general school study class, Zhou Lifu is also a very well-known student. He has a bold personality and a wide range of friends, and he can be regarded as the core figure among the many students.

Unexpectedly, he died so silently.

"Lao Zhou is different from you and me. I am naked and have nothing to worry about. You only have a wife and a son, and the burden is not too heavy. Lao Zhou has five sons, and each of them seems to have cultivation talents. Spend a lot of resources to support."

He Peng walked into the room, sat down, patted his thighs and said, "Half-year-old, poor old man, five strong guys who are waiting to be fed at home, how can Lao Zhou's little allowance and subsidy be enough?

"The child's future is important, there is no other way, so I had to go back to my old job, somehow contacted a dark arena in the underground world of the imperial capital, and went to play again.

"Hey, does he think he's still a 'ghost butcher' from decades ago? After fighting on the battlefield for so many years, one of his eggs has been knocked out by the members of the Holy League. What the hell? What kind of slaughter? Rely on medicine Excited, barely won two games, met a tricky character last night, and was greedy for a lot of bonuses, as if saying that one more round, even if you lose, you can get a sum of money, but on stage... died!

"Damn it, how domineering, majestic, and tyrannical was the 'Blood Slaughter Group' formed by the 800 gladiators he led back then. After so many years of hail of guns and swords on the front line, no members of the Holy League were beaten to death, but when he returned to the imperial capital, Such a useless death!"

Zhao Zhenwu had mixed feelings in his heart, feeling quite sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox, he couldn't help being moved with true emotion, and he also lamented.

"That's not enough"

He Peng wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "The corpse was transported home, and the old Zhou's family did something wrong on the spot. They didn't cry or make trouble, and even thanked the arena staff. When everyone left, When it is almost dawn, you are going to take your five sons with Lao Zhou!"

"ah?"

Zhao Zhenwu was taken aback, forgetting that he almost put the gun in his mouth just now, "How did you do such a stupid thing, have you been rescued?"

"Fortunately, there is a family that wants to pay. I went to his house and kicked the door before dawn. I found it in time, but it was all right."

He Peng said, "It's just that it's just rescued. The old Zhou's pillar is gone, and the family will collapse. How will the five little guys go forward? Without enough resources, they will be useless for the rest of their lives. To be an 'original person'?

"Now all the students in the general school's study class have gone to Lao Zhou's house. Lao Zhou got along well with everyone before he was alive. We discussed it, and we must work together to help and deal with his affairs together. We can't live uselessly and die. It's so stupid, isn't it?"

"right!"

Zhao Zhenwu resolutely said, "Let's go, go, go together, go together, I don't believe it, so many generals and lieutenant generals gathered together, it's not possible to bury a comrade-in-arms with glory!"

The two imperial army lieutenant generals hunched their waists with their parcels in between, pressed against the wall, one foot deep and the other shallow, and walked towards Zhou Lifu's shack in the depths of the thirty-sixth district.

He Peng naturally noticed Zhao Zhenwu's strangeness and asked him what was on his mind.

Zhao Zhenwu was embarrassed to say that his wife ran away with someone, and after thinking about it, he told the story of the family heirloom sword being tricked away.

After finishing speaking, he sighed and said bitterly: "Ten years ago, I beat eight of them with one hand for such ostentatious guards!"

"It's a pity that you and I were seriously injured on the front line. Now it's his turn to beat us eight with one hand."

He Peng smiled wryly, "Huluo Pingyang was bullied by dogs, the world is so cold, God damn it!"

The two sighed for a long time, and talked about the recent situation of familiar classmates and fellow Taoists, but what they said was miserable and desolate, and there was no exciting news at all.

Speaking of the "God of War" Lei Chenghu, Zhao Zhenwu managed to pull himself together, saying that he had heard news that Liaohai Marquis Lei Chenghu couldn't see the plight of the miscellaneous generals and poor commanders, and would most likely appeal to the Senate to improve their situation. It would be better if it was true; He Peng smiled wryly and shook his head and said, brother, your news is out of date. The latest news is that General Lei is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and he can't protect himself. Even the military power will be cut off. How can we spare them?

Zhao Zhenwu said "oh", shrunk his head and stopped talking, and the two of them walked dully all the way, and after a while, they came to the back alley of Zhou Lifu's house.

At this moment, this poor street less than three meters wide is already crowded with miscellaneous generals and polished commanders.

A pair of black, gray and yellow-brown general school woolen uniforms covered ghosts who were neither human nor ghost, making the atmosphere solemn and solemn, and suppressed to the extreme.

In the depths of the alley, there seemed to be a woman crying like a ghost singing an opera. The crying made Zhao Zhenwu upset, and for some reason he thought of his wife again.

Shaking his head vigorously, looking up, he saw that they were all familiar or unfamiliar classmates, brothers and sisters in distress. Most of them were like him, with the word "distress" written all over their bodies. Some people sighed, some gritted their teeth, some Eyebrows were glaring, some people were whispering with their mouths closed, and some people nodded slightly to Zhao Zhenwu and He Peng, as if they had signed some secret covenant with each other.

Zhao Zhenwu and He Peng squeezed into the crowd, and suddenly heard besides crying, there were people shouting at the top of their lungs, shouting something like a poem, but they didn't know the suicide note, and vaguely heard these words:

"Athletes who died tragically on the battlefield, heroic souls wandering in the sea of ​​stars, open your eyes wide and look at these blood-colored giants behind you piled up with your bones!

"You died in vain on the front line, and your family members suffered from hunger in the rear, but those corrupt officials and dignitaries exchanged your flesh and blood for singing and dancing, feasting and feasting, and extravagance!

"Who can pity you, who will remember you, who can protect your innocent family members? Let this miserable wind and rain be more violent, and cover up your screams!"

Zhao Zhenwu clenched his fists and asked in a low voice, "What kind of poem or song is this? Who wrote it?"

"have no idea."

He Peng shook his head, "It must be made up by some student who is extremely depressed. In the past two days, many people have been making up and singing, otherwise, what else can I do?"

The two squeezed into the mourning hall with great difficulty, and saw Zhou Lifu's widow, all in white, kneeling on the ground in a daze, and there were five little guys beside him who were a little at a loss, staring at him with big round eyes. Surrounded by these "generals" who should be majestic.

A female officer was comforting Zhou Lifu's widow in a low voice, and she did not know what she said that touched her heart. Suddenly, Zhou Lifu's widow burst into tears again: "I don't want to die either, I want to live, I want to live well Go on! But big sister, how do we live, and how should we live?"

Her words touched everyone's sore spot, and the female officer was stunned for a long time before crying with the widow.

The crying was contagious like a virus, and a strange event that may have never happened in the history of the real human empire was staged. In the poor streets and back alleys, hundreds of immortal cultivators were touched by the scene and sobbed one after another.

The atmosphere was well rendered, and even Zhao Zhenwu and He Peng shed a few sincere tears.

Everyone was crying to the point of sadness, when an officer from the depths of the crowd suddenly said loudly: "Everyone is an upright soldier of the empire, the empire has degenerated to such an extent, should we just cry secretly here and let it go?"

The crowds were crowded, and under the flickering lights, it was impossible to see who was speaking.

Someone else retorted: "Now everyone has no soldiers or guns, most of them are suffering from injuries and illnesses, and their realm has plummeted. Even if they want to serve the country, what else can they do except weep secretly?"

The first officer who spoke said: "Even if you can only cry bitterly, you shouldn't cry secretly here. No one will know if you cry until you die. If you want to cry, go to the gate of the Senate, and cry loudly in a bright and earth-shattering way. Let all the people of the entire empire know what happened to us!"

The second officer continued to retort: ​​"Who doesn't know that the imperial capital is under martial law now, and the elites of the four major elector families have surrounded the senate tightly. I'm afraid they will be found before they get close to the senate for a hundred and eighty miles, and they will be dispersed one by one. After being arrested, how can it be 'shattering'?"

"Everyone"

The first officer finally stepped forward, stood on a high place, and said with righteous indignation, "Dear friends, fellow students, brothers who have been born and died together, the highest authority has killed donkeys and demolished bridges across rivers, we can't bear it anymore! What happened to General Zhou today is what will happen to all of us tomorrow. Do you really want to just sit back and wait for death like this?

"That's right, we are unarmed, and we don't mean to make trouble, but everyone has no livelihood and nowhere to go, so we gather together to cry, demonstrate to the highest authority, and complain to hundreds of millions of people. Don't you even have the guts to do that? ?

"The Senate is heavily guarded by soldiers, so we can't go there. Then... by the way, the Imperial Tomb, let's go to the Imperial Tomb. We will face His Majesty the True Human Empire for thousands of years, and the Black Star Great Emperor Wu Yingqi, the 'father of the cultivators' Let us cry heartily, tell our grievances well, and ask the Black Star Great Emperor, the spirit in the sky, to be the master for us who have been wronged by future generations of immortal cultivators!"