Chapter 182
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Chapter 182: Crying and Asking the Messenger, When Will the Six Armies Come?
Street at the city gate.
Qiao Mu held a long spear, and behind him were old soldiers like Hai Siyuan, who were giving their support to Qiao Mu on behalf of Captain Hai and others.
This solitary city is not small, and it used to be a big city in Zhong Province.
Although the streets are dilapidated, they are spacious, and the old houses on both sides are tall and can vaguely be seen as the former magnificent city of Zhong Province.
Even as a magnificent city, it couldn’t withstand the forty years of wind and sand, the forty years of harsh weather.
This city has aged, become old, and even older than the city are the elderly people in it.
Qiao Mu walked on the long street and saw countless elderly women with white hair, a few young children, and disabled veterans who couldn’t go to the battlefield.
In the past forty years, the young adults in the city have been the only source of new soldiers for the remaining troops of Great Yan, and even they are nearly extinct.
Men, women, and children in the city have a pale complexion, thin and aged, not much better than the impoverished victims Qiao Mu saw in Nan Province.
But it shouldn’t be like this.
This place used to be the heartland of Zhong Province and it’s only a few days’ journey from the Great Yan Imperial Capital.
Zhong Province was a fertile land with abundant water and grass, and the cows and sheep were fat and delicious. How did it turn into a hundred miles of desert?
Behind the crowd.
Storyteller Clairvoyance looked at the lonely city in front of him and sighed.
Previously, he had heard many secrets behind the scenes of the Inhuman War from Captain Hai Siyuan Hai.
In fact, this lonely city was not the main battlefield of the Inhuman War.
Powerful cultivators could turn the ocean into mulberry fields and turn the plains into deserts, making a hundred thousand ordinary soldiers vanish into thin air.
If the main battlefield had been in this lonely city, how could it still exist?
Forty years ago, the hundred thousand soldiers didn’t defend the lonely city and fight against the inhumans.
Because the ordinary people’s city walls are not very meaningful to cultivators who can fly and disappear.
But later, it seems that the inhumans changed their minds and turned from attacking to trapping. They set up a hidden formation in this desert, trapping the remaining soldiers and civilians of Great Yan in this isolated city, unable to escape.
In the past forty years, trapped in this desert, the soldiers and civilians in the city have already spent a lot of effort just searching for water sources and food, as well as farming and herding.
"What exactly did the Nine Immortal Gates want to do?" Clairvoyance frowned.
"They could have killed the entire army of one hundred thousand, but they didn’t launch a full-scale attack… And the Immortal Gate formation, its function is probably more than just an illusion, it might also include the capture of souls."
Although Clairvoyance had extraordinary abilities, he was still just an ordinary person. He couldn’t understand the intention behind the Immortal Gate.
"Could it be deliberate torture of ordinary people? I don’t think so." Clairvoyance puzzled over it.
At this time, as Qiao Mu moved further away, the crowd on the street became more and more gathered.
There were more and more pedestrians, silently staring at this old man who had returned from beyond the desert, for a moment not knowing how to react.
Only Walker Lu Yanbei with the Wooden Sword hesitated for a moment, looking confused.
"The Immortal Slaying Army? How come I’ve never heard of it? Such things still exist?"
Lu Yanbei, just like Qiao Mu, was a martial artist from outside. He arrived in this lonely city a year ago.
But in his memories, Great Yan was already in a state of decline and chaos. Where did this Immortal Slaying Army come from?
Can the imperial court really raise a large army to conquer the Immortal Gate within a year?
As an informed outsider, he had doubts in his heart, but the others in this lonely city didn’t.
After the initial confusion, this lonely city had become lively and excited.
"The soldiers of Great Yan, you have come too late! Why did it take you so long?" The old woman, who had lost her husband and son, burst into tears.
The residents of this lonely city had imagined countless times over the past forty years the scene of the imperial court sending reinforcements to the city. But no matter how they imagined, they couldn’t have anticipated this appearance.
The old woman thought she would go forward to question and scold the old man who claimed to be a veteran of Great Yan.
But he was too old, which made people feel sorry for scolding him.
This old man looked very old, estimated to be at least eighty or ninety years old. Perhaps in this deserted city filled with old soldiers, there couldn’t be any soldiers older than him.
It wouldn’t be easy for such an old man to reach this deserted city… but if Great Yan really had reinforcements, really had thousands of soldiers, why would they send such an even older veteran?
Children ran around to tell the news, and the disabled veteran walked over with a cane, following the sound of people, wanting to take a good look at this soldier from Great Yan.
For the children in the city, as well as all the young and middle-aged people under forty, Great Yan was just a legend, just a legend passed down by their elders.
As far as the eye could see, there was only a vast desert, besides yellow sand, there were no reinforcements, no Great Yan.
The younger people in the city were curious, while the older people in the city were feeling sad, excited, and thrilled.
They have seen outsiders before.
Lu Yanbei stood among them and fought alongside the old soldiers in the city for a year.
But this situation is different, it is not the same as when Lu Yanbei and other martial artists entered the city.
Martial artist Lu Yanbei from the martial world represents only himself.
Whereas Qiao Mu is a soldier, he claims to be the Commander of the Immortal Slaying Army, and he says he will bring thousands of soldiers to help.
He doesn’t represent himself, but he represents the Great Yan.
How can this not make the elderly in the city shed tears?
In the crowd, an old one-legged soldier with white hair and a walking stick slowly approached Qiao Mu.
He let go of his walking stick and, using his one leg, stood in front of Qiao Mu with trembling body. Tears filled his old eyes as he performed a bow to Qiao Mu:
"The Great Yan Western Conquering Army, reporting for duty, paying respects to the commander."
There was no one behind him, no horses either. Only the wind with yellow sand blowing on the street, making his empty trousers flutter.
"May I ask, is it true that the Great Yan’s soldiers and horses are coming back?"
For forty years in the lonely desert, the elderly have been waiting year after year for their return.
Holding back tears, he asked the messenger, "When will the army really come?"
Qiao Mu showed no emotion on his face, but he tightened his grip on the long spear in his hand.
"Yes, the Great Yan’s army is about to come, very soon." He silently straightened his chest, his gaze becoming even more determined.
Although he was speaking lies, he knew that at this critical moment, he had to appear confident.
"The Great Yan’s army is coming back, and our Immortal Slaying Army will surely break through this desert and take you all home."
Among the crowd, old people constantly approached him, asking question after question. And he kept speaking to the old soldiers in the crowd, repeating the lie he had just told.
"Yes, Great Yan has always been here."
"There are people guarding the Lonely City, and there are people guarding other parts of Jiu Province."
"The reinforcements are about to arrive, but it’s not easy to enter the Immortal Gate formation, it will take some time."
"Great Yan has been burdened by you for the past forty years, but from today onwards, it won’t be anymore."
"We, the Immortal Slaying Army, will take on the heavy burden of these forty years from now on."
He was welcomed by women, children, and old soldiers all over the city, walking in the middle of the road. He looked like a triumphant general returning home.