I am a commoner, but I will lead the empress to unify the world

Chapter 539: Veteran Spirit Lives Forever

Tu Queling was shocked when he saw the old soldier's injuries. He quickly supported him and let him sit down against the wall.

She tore off the strips of cloth from her clothes and shouted inside,

"Are all the people inside dead? Don't you see anyone injured? Go get the doctor in your town! The bandits outside are almost all dead!"

The shopkeeper pushed a waiter, and the waiter bravely looked outside. Seeing that the bandits had indeed been beaten far away, he hurriedly ran towards the clinic.

Tu Queling looked at the horrific horizontal wound on the old soldier's stomach, the blood flowing out, and the intestines leaking out, and felt a surge of despair in his heart.

Can't be saved.

"Don't... don't be afraid, Nizi, don't look..."

The old soldier said weakly.

At this time, he was still worried that his injuries would scare Tu Queling.

At this time, Yan Fuyao and others came out, surrounded the old soldier, and looked at the shocking injuries.

A moment later, Shen Changgong came back. When he was about to interrogate the bandit leader, he suddenly saw Yan Fuyao and others gathered at the door. He immediately walked over and asked,

"what happened?"

Everyone made way for Shen Changgong to pass by.

Shen Changgong looked at the old soldier leaning against the wall, breathing weakly, and saw the hideous wound on his stomach, and he stood there in a daze.

How could he not understand that with the medical conditions of this era, even a god could not save such an injury.

If only the skin and flesh on the belly were cut, it could be sewn up, but the intestines were cut, so it couldn't be sewn up.

"Go get two jugs of wine."

Shen Changgong sat next to the old soldier.

Tu Queling ran out quickly and took two pots of wine, handing one to Shen Changgong and the other to the old soldier.

The veteran raised his hand with difficulty, took the wine jug, and took a big gulp.

"Haha, young man, this time I really...killed enough."

"It's good that you enjoyed it. Do you have any other wishes?"

Shen Changgong took a sip of wine and asked.

"That's it, that's it, haha. I've been a deserter all my life and haven't killed many enemies, but this time I finally killed one.

I killed four of them, hahahaha..."

Looking at the old soldier's carefree smile, Shen Changgong smiled and said,

"Yes, I finally got what I wanted. I have no regrets in this life."

"Yeah, I have no regrets. People like me are destined to die on the battlefield from the moment we join the army.

I was lucky enough to survive the previous few times, but that was a life I stole. I still have to return this life to God.

It's worth it if I can kill a few bandits before returning it to him."

More and more diners gathered around, looking at the veteran with pity and admiration.

Even if they looked down on poor soldiers, they had seen with their own eyes that the veterans died to save them.

Shen Changgong said,

"Brother, you came here clean and left alone, that's not okay, at least leave your name behind.

After you leave, the villagers will build a grave for you and erect a tombstone so that everyone will remember who saved them.

The official said quickly,

"Yes, brother, tell me your name and I'll pay for a grand funeral. I'll also erect a monument and a temple for you so that future generations can admire you."

The old soldier smiled bitterly, his breath becoming weaker and weaker.

"No need, dust to dust, no one in this world remembers me anymore. I'm not a hero, and there's no need to leave my name behind.

All you have to remember is that there was once a person who was willing to wield a knife against the wicked to protect the weak. Just remember this spirit..."

Shen Changgong looked at him and smiled.

"Then how do you want the monument erected? An unknown veteran? Or give it a name."

The old soldier shook his head weakly and raised his hand with difficulty, wanting to drink, but he could no longer lift it.

Shen Changgong took his wine jug and fed the wine into his mouth.

The old soldier drank the wine and smiled.

Many people around were crying.

Especially the Jianghu man, who burst into tears when he saw the old soldier who had just been chatting and laughing with him and fighting side by side was about to die.

The old soldier said slowly,

"Young man... tell me, who are you? You're definitely not a businessman... you must be a soldier..."

At this moment, the sound of hurried horse hooves came from the town. A large group of cavalrymen in black armor and black flags rushed over quickly and stopped on the street in front of the door.

All the cavalry dismounted.

Shen Changgong looked at the old soldier and pointed at the cavalry in front.

"Zhennan Army..."

The old soldier's eyes were distracted, and he recognized these people.

The man who cut off his own arm was dressed like this.

All the Zhennan soldiers knelt on one knee in salute.

"Greetings, Your Majesty! Greetings, Prince Lanling!"

The sound was deafening and the diners were shocked.

The old soldier suddenly grinned.

"Ahem... I see... I see..."

The hand that wanted to be raised dropped weakly, and the pupils were completely dilated.

Dying from anger.

Shen Changgong squatted down, stretched out his hand, and slowly closed the old soldier's eyes.

"Go to sleep. Even in the underworld, remember that Lanling Wang is not a bad man. Lanling Wang is your friend."

When the people around saw that the old soldier was dead, they all felt sad and tears fell from their eyes.

Shen Changgong stood up and shouted to the Zhennan Army,

"All troops, listen up! Dispatch 10,000 infantry and 2,000 cavalry to the northern Shuanglong Mountains to suppress the bandits. Capture as many leaders as possible alive.

A group of people went to the mayor's house and invited him over.

The rest of you, protect His Majesty!"

"As ordered!"

Soldiers immediately went to the military camp to mobilize troops.

"Go to the coffin shop in town, buy the best coffin, carve a tombstone, and bury this old soldier with honor."

"As ordered!"

This time it was the guards who went.

Gongsun Wan'er went into the house and brought a chair, and asked Yan Fuyao to sit down near the door.

The diners around were trembling with fear, not knowing what to do.

This unparalleled beautiful woman in front of me is actually His Majesty the Emperor of Dayan?

That man in brocade clothes and covered in blood, could he be the butcher Lanling King?

How could such a big shot appear in our small area?

Wait a minute, didn’t Lanling Wang just say that he wanted to go out and suppress the bandits?

After all, the official was knowledgeable and experienced, so he immediately knelt down in front of Yan Fuyao and kowtowed,

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I was blind and didn't recognize the real man. Thank you, Your Majesty, and the prince for killing the bandits and wiping out the criminals, and for protecting the peace of Luyao Town."

Other people also knelt down to express their gratitude.

Yan Fuyao said,

"Please stand up, fellow villagers. The bandit problem is serious. It is the local government's poor governance. I am sorry for you and should apologize to you.

"Da Yan has only recently taken over Qi, and hasn't had time to rectify the local situation. These corrupt officials have taken advantage of this situation. I will never allow this to happen again."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The people all stood up and stood obediently, not daring to look up at her.

Yan Fuyao said to the official,

"You go find a good cemetery to bury this old soldier."