The Demon Swordsman 2
Ch. 208 - Fortress of Fugi City
Mou Zhueyang could no longer understand what Xin Chen was thinking, the young man left after saying the meeting was over and made their conversation hang. Tomorrow night, they will descend directly into the battlefield. Ready or not, from the ranks of the soldiers no one dared to argue let alone protest. They dispersed without saying anything, while Mou Zhueyang stared at the dark night sky from the top of the fortress. Entering the morning blind, the middle of the night had just passed and the cold wind tried to freeze the man's body.
Mou Zhueyang sat leaning against the wall of the fortress, his roar of breath sounding heavy. He could not believe Xin Chen's plan which did not even explain more about who the other soldiers were on their side. In fact, they are only ten. There was no one standing behind them to help.
"You're not sleeping?"
Mou Zhueyang straightened his waist, finding Xin Chen had unwittingly stood next to him.
"Ah, I was just thinking about our attack plan. I'm not sure we can win." Mou Zhueyang regretted saying it, but what can be made. Complaining will also not increase their number a little.
"For people like you, it still has a firm stand even when the Shang Empire has changed and it doesn't care about your efforts. I'm pretty amazed." Xin Chen jumped to the edge of the fortress, staring down from a height. Only the city gates were deserted and several couriers passed by carrying messages.
"Master, it's our duty to risk our lives in battle." Mou Zhueyang stared at Xin Chen for a bit longer, "Just like you, we feel we have a great responsibility towards the safety of people."
"I was a little disappointed when I found out that Uncle Lan An also turned a deaf ear to the problems at Shangyu Bridge. He was just protecting the capital, I knew aunt and mother were there. But that doesn't mean he has to throw others out to make sure his closest survivors."
Mou Zhueyang noticed the disappointment Xin Chen's face from the side, the name of the First Pillar at the moment, Lan An is only known by the people in Fanlu City. There was the territory occupied by the Imperial Pillar. It was only fitting that even when he first entered the city, Xin Chen had already encountered dozens of soldiers. Very strict supervision for a city.
"Young Master Xin second," called Mou Zhueyang bitterly. Xin Chen did not turn his head and just waited for the man to speak first.
"Will the Demon Sword return?"
For a while they only looked at each other, Xin Chen fell silent and stared down at his feet.
"Of course."
The man clenched his hands tightly, "The Devil Sword must be back!" Then both of Mou Zhueyang's eyebrows were tightly knit. "Even to the point of the final blood, he was a strong man. For that I will continue to fight for the sake of returning his name in the first position of the Imperial Pillar!"
Mou Zhueyang's sudden high intonation broke the silence of the atmosphere. Then Mou Zhueyang regained his senses, "Sorry, I got too carried away."
"Then make sure you don't die until that name returns to our Empire. With or without his body here, though it only returns by name ..." Pause in his sentence, Xin Chen smiled blankly. It's been a long time since that day, the wound still feels the same. The moment he really could not accept the fact that he lost everything; the house, the father, the relatives and the black dragon. And at this time he was distancing himself from those who were waiting for his return.
"I don't want to go back before I can keep my promise to you."
Mou Zhueyang could understand Xin Chen, without having to tell him, he already knew how the young man was doing. It is difficult and does not know where to go.
"I'm also a father, Second Young Master Xin. If I become a Demon Sword then I will regret myself. Makes you feel guilty. Your happiness is something she always fought for. That's a dad, stop acting like everything that's happening is your responsibility."
Xin Chen chuckled, he had also heard his father say the same thing. But if not who else? The Shang Empire had forgotten the justice they held up for centuries. Heroes have long disappeared. And all that remains is the hope that peace will last long before they are completely destroyed by their own rulers.
"Young Master, if it's true that the Demon Sword is gone ... I'm sure you're the right person to replace him."
"But–"
"There's still a lot of things I have to do. My goal is, maybe I'll do it in a very long time. I don't have time to take the position of First Pillar."
Mou Zhueyang was worried to hear that, he recalled the current Imperial Pillars. If the time comes, the Demon Sword will inevitably step down from its position. He did not want to see the rotten faces that appeared as the Imperial Pillars, those who were crazy of power and honor.
For that reason Mou Zhueyang bowed his body and kowtowed with a forehead touching the floor of the fortress. "Until your goal is complete, I will still wait for you to become the next Imperial Pillar. Please accept this devotion of mine, I as the chief soldier in Fugi City, gladly declare an oath of allegiance to continue to support your intentions."
Xin Chen told him to get up. "You're stubborn too, Uncle Mou."
Mou Zhueyang smiled faintly, "I will gladly do everything possible to keep the position of the Imperial Pillar from falling into the wrong hands again."
"Then what about my brother Xin Zhan? He was more suitable, his looks alone had already frightened the criminals before setting foot into the Shang Empire."
Mou Zhueyang shook his head, "No, the first Young Master Xin is not like before. Since growing up, his attitude and mannerism are much calmer. He's a good young man–or even too good?"
"Huh? Sure enough, he used to hit me in the head with the lid of the pot just for opening the door haphazardly."
"Ahahaha, he has changed. Mrs Ren, I've heard that she's sick. I don't know what disease, I don't know. You've met him, haven't you?"
"It." Xin Chen rectified it inwardly, 'Although only for a few seconds.'
"Good."
"We're leaving this afternoon, tell the others to get ready soon."
Mou Zhueyang's eyes glared at Xin Chen, "Young Master?"
"Yes, this afternoon. I must see that place before attacking the Valley of the Gods."
Mou Zhueyang did not refute it, the blood of the man rippled and again remembered that they were going back to war. He imagined the corpses of his subordinate soldiers who died horribly on Shangyu Bridge. They were tied to a tall old tree, the maggots from the bodies falling down as Mou Zhueyang tried to free them.
Mou Zhueyang could not let the soldier suffer any longer, he nodded steadily.
"Understand me, Young Master."
"But we go first to the Shangyu bridge rather than the Valley of the Gods. There's something I need to tame in there."
Mou Zhueyang's forehead wrinkled deeply, she simply nodded in understanding. "Good."