"Dangdang"

"Please come in. ”

An old but dignified voice came from the room, Mu Shaoan pushed the door in, and saw a white-haired old man with black eyes sitting behind a rough case, on which was placed a book that was larger and more cumbersome than bamboo slips, just this pile, I am afraid that it weighs more than 100 catties, but the things recorded in it are at most 3,000 words.

This is the stubborn and rigid, ascetic-like black-eyed people, who have clearly opened the 5G data era even for the civilization of long-bearded slaves, and even have mastered the technology of cloning and replicating bodies, but they are stunned to keep this stupid tradition.

Of course, there is only one benefit to this, the virus will never be able to tamper with the history of the black-eyed people.

"Report to the sir, the ninth squad of the third squadron of the crossbow barracks has been redressed, please instruct. ”

Mu Shaoan shouted energetically, and then handed over the key to the arsenal.

The one-eyed old man in front of him didn't speak, but there was a bit of banter in his eyes that saw through the world, and after a long time, he waved his hand and signaled Mu Shaoan to get out.

"Report to the commander, all the soldiers of my ninth squad are eager to fight and have high morale, and now I officially request to join the frontline battlefield!"

Mu Shaoan said loudly.

The old man's one-eyed narrowed dangerously, "In what capacity did you go to war?"

"Report to the sir, we will be in battle as a squad of crossbowmen!"

"Fuck off, the black-eyed people don't have crossbowmen! You are not crossbowmen, or even if you are crossbowmen, the old man will not admit it!" The old man's one-eyed became more and more dangerous, the temperature in the room dropped instantly, and an invisible murderous vortex wrapped the old man, as if he was a prehistoric beast.

However, Mu Shaoan didn't seem to feel it, and just continued to shout loudly: "The ninth squad requests to join the establishment of the Long Beard Army!"

"You're looking for death!"

Before the voice fell, Mu Shao'an's whole person had already flown out, he was kicked away, the old man didn't kill him, but he almost died.

But Mu Shao'an breathed a sigh of relief at this time, because the black-eyed people were extremely martial arts and took glory very seriously, and they couldn't even accept becoming a crossbowman, not to mention that Mu Shao'an actually wanted to join the establishment of long-bearded slaves, which was simply tantamount to being willing to degenerate, and he had changed from a scholar to a son-in-law.

This is absolutely unbearable for the arrogant black-eyed man, and now this old man actually kicked him only once, which is enough to prove that this old man is actually very talkative.

"Get out, if you dare to say one more word, the old man will kill you!"

"Then we have to be given a chance to die in battle! a chance to at least prove that we are true warriors!"

Mu Shao'an spat out a mouthful of blood, got up and shouted with his neck strained, "You old guys who can't eat the ancients keep shouting that the bravery of the black-eyed people doesn't need humble crossbowmen, and even you can pretend not to recognize the identity of the crossbowmen for the sake of your own face, and you are not allowed to go to the battlefield, but don't we people don't exist, just jokingly?" Just trap us here year after year, cover our ears and pretend not to exist, grass, we are not resentful women in the deep palace, not birds in cages, not fattening animals, we are warriors, we have to go to the battlefield! Otherwise, you old immortal will just kick me to death!"

The one-eyed old man was a little confused, probably no one had ever dared to scold him in front of him.

After a few seconds, the one-eyed old man laughed strangely, then turned and slowly returned to his seat, one one-eyed spirit scurrying around, and finally asked:

"You were a second-class spearman?"

"Yes. ”

"Later became a deserter?"

"It's not. Mu Shaoan hurriedly denied it.

"It's not weird!" The one-eyed old man snapped and threw out a badge, "When your team is completely wiped out, you are still alive, this is a deserter, you should die on the battlefield, not run back!"

"Of course, this behavior is not a crime, but you are still the first deserter in the history of the Black-eyed People, so you were sent to the boot camp, so even if you performed very well in the assessment, you were also eliminated by the instructor, not because your combat skills were not good enough, but because you were a deserter. ”

"You know, in fact, I appreciate you very much, the glory of the black-eyed people is greater than everything, including life, but, I still hope to change it a little, just after the easy break, the fate of the black-eyed people, hehe, I'm worried about the glory of success and glory. Do you understand what I'm talking about?"

The one-eyed old man laughed mockingly, and Mu Shaoan blinked, pretending not to understand.

"Hehe, boy, you are very smart and cunning, what you said just now, if you were in front of other officials, you would definitely die, so you ran to me, an old immortal, and shouted, because you know that I will not do anything to you. Now, you've got your way, soldier, from this moment on, you and your Ninth Squad will be transferred to the headquarters of the Longbeard Army, and at most, you will be transferred to the front line of the battlefield, life and death. ”

"Thank you, sir, we won't let you down!"

Mu Shaoan was overjoyed.

"Don't thank me, prove your worth first, you know, your value, if you can make a great contribution, I can call the shots, change your name to Black Hawk, go ahead. ”

The one-eyed old man said leisurely, and the one-eyed blinked twice.

Mu Shao's peace of mind shook dramatically, thoughtfully, and then said goodbye and left.

When he was out of the door, he walked a long way, and the dryad Green Leaf hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

"It was a very smart, very wise, forward-thinking old man. ”

Mu Shaoan turned his head and said lightly.

"I still don't quite understand. ”

"It's nothing, this old man has already foreseen the ultimate fate of the black-eyed people, with the black-eyed people have always been not afraid of death, and they will do whatever it takes for honor, their race, their civilization will soon be consumed in this cruel war. It's almost certain, and it is, that's why he's so kind to see me as a deserter, it's as simple as that. ”

"So, what is your plan? It seems that you alone can't change the outcome of the black-eyed people's death and extinction, right? You said before that you want to do something, what do you mean by doing something?"

"No, I'm suddenly thinking now, in the Purple Eagle War, there were a total of five gods who fought, but there was no god of fate among these five gods, but now the Purple Eagle War appears in the memory of the god of fate, so in fact, it proves one thing, he is in the Purple Eagle War, and he is not a god at present, he is a member of this war. Mu Shaoan frowned and thought.

"Well, then, we still can't seem to do anything. ”

"No, we can still do things. ”

"Hey, my friend, you've already said this inexplicable sentence a second time, so can I understand that it's just a scaring nonsense?"

"So you're a dryad, and I'm human. So your homeland is shattered, and you can only live in the glory of the past, and I am making history. ”

"Cut, make history, brother, don't forget, everything we see, hear and experience is history. ”

"No, my friend, you are wrong, this is not history, this is fate! And just now, I suddenly had a glimmer of realization, that is, even if it is as strong as fate, there is still something that cannot be bypassed. Mu Shaoan muttered, his eyes full of light.

"I don't really understand, is it because my IQ is not high enough?

"It's right if you don't understand, because you're not me, and you're not a law breaker, and the world we are in right now, everything in front of us, what do you think it will be?" Mu Shaoan suddenly pointed ahead and asked.

"Fate?"

"No, this is the 3987th year after the outbreak of the Purple Eagle War, there are still 3 years and 7 months left before the civilization of the Black-eyed people completely falls and dies, and there are still 18 years left before the fall and death of the god Changge, but this is not history, nor fate, we - are reborn through rebirth, I, the black fly, will be renamed Black Eagle in the future, and then later, I will become the god of fate. ”