Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

The moon has set for a while before the cold stars in the sky light up, or in other words, human eyes can get used to the darker environment. Guo Jia could see the leaves blown down by the night wind, and the blood that gradually solidified on the ground.

A thin figure stood in the middle of the reflective pool of blood, dressed in odd armor, and pointed an equally odd round tube at him.

Although I don't know what kind of weapon it is, the blood in Guo Jia's whole body froze in an instant, his hair stands on end, and his brain is full of sharp whistling sounds.

Of course he recognizes this face. He has seen this face countless times on the sacred high platform of the Academy, and countless times in the fields and in the pharmacy and the medical hall. This face is always compassionate, equal and tolerant, honest and kind, and it is simply the projection of the most splendid **** in this world.

But now it's totally different!

I saw the demon behind the god. Under the sparse and cold starlight, Guo Jia couldn't restrain his chattering teeth. The sense of danger of death was so clear that he couldn't even think of running away.

Then the woman's expression loosened.

"Ah... it's filial piety..."

The killing intent subsided, Guo Jia did not care to touch the cold sweat on his head, and bowed first: "Jia, Jia, see you—"

"Can you help me move the body?"

Huh?

"Quick."

Huh?

Two quarters of an hour later, Guo Jia struggled to pull the feet of a corpse and drag it to the open space in front of the rock. "Hu, hu—" He gasped from exhaustion. "Fifteen, this is the last one. Hu—"

When they finally reached their destination, Guo Jia let go of his hands and let the corpse's feet hit the fallen leaves directly. Then he held his waist with one hand and called out "Ouch, oops". He looked up at Ah Sheng, who was leaning against a dead tree, unmoved, and cautiously probed: "You won't ask me to dig a hole to bury them, will you? You can do it, can we burn it with fire?"

A Sheng's hostility has receded a lot at this time, she is holding a sniper rifle, and her voice has the usual peaceful feeling: "I remember a long time ago when I was in Xu County , you have asked me, are there any living saints in the world?"

"Jia—"

"You are right. Those who are worshipped on the high platform are not saints, but just a fearful guide." Ah Sheng took two steps forward and walked to the place where all the bodies were. Right in the center. She seemed to be walking very hard, with the slight mechanical screeching sound of her steps. Then she reached out.

Guo Jia watched the fifteen corpses slowly blurring under the starry sky, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and when he looked up again, there were no corpses on the ground, if it wasn't for the blood seeping in The soil was darker than elsewhere, and he almost suspected that the Shura Field he had just seen was a dream of his own.

Guo Jia is a man who doesn't believe in monsters, so he was so frightened that he pointed at Ah Sheng like a ghost: "You, you, you..." The raw weapon was gone, along with the strange armor.

Zhong Huagong was wearing a white shirt and trousers. The wind blew away her scattered black hair, revealing a huge wound on her left shoulder, which went all the way down to her chest. The blood spreads on the white cloth at an extremely frightening speed.

"You are seriously injured!" Guo Jia stepped up subconsciously and supported the woman's shaky body. It was only at this time that he realized that until just now, it was the strange armor that was supporting her.

Things are weird and out of control.

Asheng half closed his eyes, smiled, and a small voice sounded in Guo Jia's ear: "You are right, I am not a saint. So..."

Guo Jia couldn't tell what she was feeling. The premonition of being trapped is very clear, but it is more of a sense of security, the kind of security that comes after knowing the truth that is difficult for ordinary people to touch.

"...I'll bother you with the aftermath." She closed her eyes completely, and her body slipped down, like sinking into the mire.

When Ah Sheng woke up again, he was on a bumpy carriage. The morning light penetrated through the gaps in the fabric, showing a transitional color between cyan and light gold. The wound has been simply bandaged, but with the bumps of the car board, there is still a steady stream of blood seeping out.

He is dizzy, and the space jade pendant hanging on his chest is so hot that it will burn people. Even if he didn't go in, Ah Sheng could imagine the scene in the space: the water surface was dyed red by the corpse, and the pink spread all the way to the sky. There may also be an exasperated mechanical voice screaming in the air "Warning! Warning! The vital signs have reached a critical point! The mission is about to fail! The mission is about to fail!"

This kind of nonsense in the middle of the second imagination brought a smile to the corner of her mouth, and then affected her wound, causing a tingling pain.

Really.

"Water..." She said, her voice much softer than she thought.

But with her voice, the carriage stopped abruptly. Then there was a "dong" sound of both feet landing, and then the curtain was lifted, revealing Guo Jia's face with dark circles under his eyes.

"Zhong... Zhong Huagong, please hold on." Guo Jia handed a pottery bowl filled with water to Ah Sheng's mouth, but the sad expression on his face made Ah Sheng feel that he was about to die .

The mouth is really dry, I am afraid she has been in a coma for a long time, but the wound on her chest cannot allow her to drink a lot of water. So the simplest "drinking" action is not much worse than the weight-bearing off-road.

In her two lifetimes, she has never suffered such a serious physical injury.

"Where to go?" After drinking the water, Ah Sheng's voice finally became clearer. Although his body is still fluttering, he is able to communicate calmly.

Guo Jia helped her tuck up the blanket, and half lowered her head: "Mr. Zhong Hua was seriously injured, and the medical officials in Chengxian and Rencheng only temporarily stopped the bleeding. They asked me to send you as soon as possible. Returning to Xu County, firstly, Xu County has the most complete medicinal materials and the best medical skills, and secondly, if something goes wrong, you can see the lord for the last time."

This child is sometimes so blunt that it is heartbreaking.

Asheng coughed, the wound tore, and the **** smell in the car instantly became two more intense.

Guo Jia's face flashed a trace of panic, but he immediately realized that he was not skilled in medicine, so he could only stand and pretend that everything was under control.

"Just you, no guards?"

"No one else is as fast as my horse. And thanks to the construction of Duke Zhonghua, the people on both sides of the new road protect each other, and they are very safe."

A Sheng leaned his head against the wall of the carriage and closed his eyes: "Thank you for your hard work."

You really don't worry about me. Guo Jia's breath stuck in his throat and couldn't get up. After a moment of stunned, he returned to the driving seat and sat down. "Mr. Zhonghua, if you hold on a little longer, you will be able to arrive at Changyi at noon, and you will be ready to change your medicine and eat."

If it weren't for your physical condition, this would be a refreshing journey. Five years of hard work gave her a huge reward at this time. From the big city to the big city, every station along the way, every medical hall, even every elementary school, every village, extended a warm helping hand to her.

The people in their families who are a little more prosperous are not stingy when facing the "Cao" flag. Wherever they stopped for a while, people who heard the news would bring **** soup, eggs, tofu, noodles, and even local wine and spicy oil that Ah Sheng couldn't bear at all.

Finally, Guo Jia's polite words for pushing and rejecting gifts were as skilled as turning a car.

A Sheng was in a drowsiness most of the time, and the rumor of "Zhong Huagong's injury" has spread along both sides of the new road at an alarming speed. On the night they entered Changyi, they met the spy officers who came to respond. They not only mobilized bactericidal and anti-inflammatory drugs, but also changed the horses for Guo Jia.

The further you enter the affluent area, the better the medical and road conditions. By the time Dingtao passed, Ah Sheng was able to cheer up and say two long sentences.

There are fields on both sides. Only Guo Jia rode two thousand-mile horse-drawn carriages, galloping fast on the new road alone.

But Guo Jia is not a horse lover, he is Guo Jia. Compared with horses, he cared more about the disappearing corpses. He was afraid that something miraculous would happen when Ah Sheng was in a coma, so he insisted on rejecting the good intentions of the troops along the way to follow him, and did not hesitate to consume horsepower to go alone.

Besides, the content of their conversation now is really inconvenient for a third party to hear.

"The espionage department in your hands is all over the world, where do you need to do it yourself?" Guo Jia asked while waving his horsewhip, and at the same time he muttered in his heart: "Besides, you are seriously injured while holding an artifact. What's the trouble with this?"

"You asked in the wrong order." A Sheng wore a blue-gray robe and sat half-lying in the carriage. Let her lie down. "You should ask me why I want to kill Liu Bei first."

Guo Jia is good-hearted: "Why do you want to kill Liu Bei? I thought you were the kind of person who would rather die than fight and subdue the soldiers. You said that you are seeking the Tao and the country. , As for plotting wars and plotting people, it is the matter of our juniors."

"It was when he was the magistrate in Yuxian that he wanted to kill Liu Bei. Liu Bei personally took care of Nongsang and resolved grievances. He was very popular in Yuxian County." Ah Chang let out a sigh of relief, " But when he left, the people of Yu County only knew that there was Liu Bei, not the law. Because they were afraid of being exploited by his successor, there were hundreds of families crying to follow him away."

Guo Jia only vaguely understood something: "So you transferred him to Xu County to serve as the prefect of Yingchuan. On the bright side, Gao Sheng is actually isolating him from the people."

The sound of breathing rang regularly in the carriage, and after a long while, a voice continued: "For me, ambition is nothing; talent is nothing. But what is terrible about Liu Bang, Liu Xiu and even Liu Bei is that they can rekindle Qianshou's confidence in the rule of man."

The people in the carriage let out a mocking laugh, followed by a muffled groan involving the wound. "Of course I can let him go, and then face it openly. Under the blow of my brother and I, he will be like a lost dog, unable to stand on the same land for more than ten years. However, Feng Xiao, as long as he stays there Where ever, human beings will become lazy.

"How hard it is to spread knowledge and learn the law; how hard it is to treat enmity dialectically and rationally; how hard it is to fight for one's own destiny. The foundation of my rule is extremely fragile, because there is nothing like believing A hero, a benevolent savior, and a descendant of the same surname as him is easier. This influence will be passed on from generation to generation with the story of Liu Bei, even a hundred years, a thousand years will not be eliminated.

"He is destroying my way."

Guo Jia couldn't say a word for a long time. He had read all the works of Cao Xue, but this was the first time he was clearly moved by this thought.

And the voice in the carriage continued, because the content of this speech was really long, and it had a faint vibrato: "I used political assassination, of course, is violating my own bottom line. This is This kind of thing can't be repeated again, but for Liu Bei, I can only leave one of the only two opportunities to him."

"Can one or two?" Guo Jia keenly grasped the point. The carriage continued to run forward, and the autumn sun hung high, which was extremely precious in this increasingly cold season. "Believe in descendants of the same surname..." Guo Jia suddenly woke up, a creepy feeling enveloped his whole body, "Could it be that, Emperor Han..."

"I don't know if this is right or not. But standing at the bifurcation point of history, only me can make a choice. Fengxiao, you are at the right time, and you are the one who will record my true face in the annals of history. Inescapable responsibility."

Guo Jia is speechless. All the shock turned into powerlessness. You TM really believe me.

The last sigh came from the carriage, almost inaudible, but Guo Jia did hear it clearly.

I can't see it, but that person is about to cry.

So Guo Jia also sighed and rode the carriage all the way west. It's not even twenty-five years old, but Guo Jia feels that he is old, a thousand years old.

The question "why come in person" is too superficial. Maybe she wanted to remind herself with blood on her hands, maybe she wanted to protect those spy agents who, in her opinion, were too vulnerable to the lure of sin, maybe she wanted to carry the burden of choice alone...

But in a word, this time and space has gone through another crucial fork of fate in the ignorance of most people.

The author has something to say: This article will come to an end after Yuan Shao is beaten.

I know that many people have high expectations for Liu Bei, but unfortunately, I only write the story according to my own outline.

There was a discussion in the group about Ah Sheng's assassination of Liu Bei. I am delighted that some dissenting readers are actively expressing their opinions. Your ability to think independently is one of the most valuable qualities in this information-heavy age. In contrast, whether my personal opinion can be widely accepted is a secondary matter.