At Taixing Airport, planes take off one after another.
History professors, geological experts, and archaeologists from Kyoto University and various research institutes traveled to various parts of the country.
The history of Kyushu has a long history. Since the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, every change of dynasty has been accompanied by a period of chaos.
At that time, there were wars and wars everywhere.
This land gave birth to the most brilliant ancient civilization in the world.
There are also buried bones left by countless wars.
However, as time goes by, the sea turns into a mulberry field.
The exact sites of many ancient battlefields cannot be found.
Coupled with the atavistic craze sweeping the world, faults appeared in the Kyushu civilization and the appearance of this land underwent tremendous changes.
Trying to find those ancient battlefield ruins and imperial tombs is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
It must be a huge project that is time-consuming and labor-intensive.
The so-called profession has specialization.
This arduous task can only be left to historical experts and scholars who have profound research on the ancient history of Kyushu.
Xuanwu City, Commandery Mansion.
"We must protect those professors and experts, as well as those more than ten students."
"Their lives are more important than yours!"
Qingqiu took back the jade slip and looked at the holographic map in front of him.
Twenty-six airplane icons draw twenty-six lines on the holographic map, starting from Kyoto City and flying to various places in Kyushu.
"The History Department of Kyoto University has only a dozen students..."
Qingqiu sighed leisurely, rubbed his eyebrows, suddenly remembered something, and asked: "Where is Xiao Li? I haven't seen anyone since I came back for a few days. After making such a great contribution, not only the military department is looking for me, but also Mr. Ge
Those old immortals can’t sit still anymore.”
The military affairs officer next to him broke into a cold sweat and stammered, "After Lieutenant Colonel Li came back from the northwest, the nameplate signal was lost, but someone saw him in the Chicheng area. He should be busy with something."
Chicheng and the other twelve large cities echo each other and form the main body of the sixth defense line in the north.
Qingqiu frowned, "What is he doing there?"
Seeing the embarrassed look on the military affairs officer's face, Qingqiu knew that asking was in vain, so he waved his hand and said, "Get out."
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The south gate of Akagi is always open.
As one of the most important military cities on the sixth line of defense, there are as many as 300,000 troops stationed in the city. When there is no war, the returnees like to go to the surrounding areas to hunt ferocious beasts. While improving their food, they can also earn some military merit.
Over the past few years, the ferocious beasts around Akagi have become rarer than pandas.
Without the threat of ferocious beasts, more and more people moved out of the crowded city and established small towns and villages around Akagi.
There are buses leaving the city and driving on flat cement roads.
Sentinel Liu Xing sat in the window seat.
There is no air conditioning in the car, so you can only feel the coolness by opening the windows and letting the wind blow in.
It was almost an hour's drive away from home. Liu Xing held his head and took a nap. In a daze, the bus suddenly stopped.
He opened his eyes and saw the driver shouting outside, "Young man, do you want to take the bus?"
The car door opens.
Liu Xing turned around and saw a young man in his twenties walking up.
The young man looked and found that there was only one seat left, so he walked over and sat down.
He happened to be sitting next to Liu Xing.
Liu Xing noticed the standard combat boots on the opponent's feet and couldn't help but ask: "Which army do you belong to, little brother?"
The young man smiled lightly and said, "Xuanwu."
Liu Xing regained his energy, stretched out his hand, and said with a grin, "They are all from the Zhenbei Army. My name is Liu Xing, and I am from Yong'an Town."
The young man also extended his hand, "Li Xiang, from Tongzhou Prefecture."
Liu Xing was a little surprised. The Xuanwu Army had very high requirements for recruiting people. If they were from other places, they would be even more strict.
The young man in front of me is actually a return to his ancestors.
He couldn't help but sit up straight and asked curiously, "The Xuanwu Army's defense line is far away from here. Brother, why are you here in Chicheng?"
Li Xiang said calmly, "There are only cities surrounded by high walls in Tongzhou Prefecture, unlike here there are villages and towns. I have nothing to do, so I just wander around. By the way, are you taking a break?"
Liu Xing's eyes dimmed, "An old man passed away at home, and I asked for leave to go back to attend the funeral."
"Condolences."
Liu Xing forced a smile and said, "My grandma is eighty-six years old, so she is mourning her. You can stay in the town for one night first, and after I finish my work at home, I can also take you for a stroll."
The cement road turned into asphalt road.
The land on both sides of the road has turned into farmland. As the sun sets, farmers carry hoes and roll up their trouser legs, walking on the field path.
This scene is probably the only pastoral scene left in the entire Kyushu.
The bus drove into Yong'an Town and stopped at the small bus station.
Li Xiang followed Liu Xing out of the car, crossed the street, and came to a small alley.
Downstairs of the residents, wreaths were placed and white flags were hung.
Liu Jianjun was sitting on the bench, immersed in writing money paper.
"Liu Xing is back." A middle-aged woman came to greet him.
"Third Aunt." Liu Xing responded.
Hearing his son's voice, Liu Jianjun raised his head and called Liu Xing over, "Go and burn some paper money for your grandma."
"Yes." Liu Xing put down his luggage bag, came to the simple mourning hall, and knelt down in front of the coffin.
"Your grandma was still talking about you before she left."
Liu Jianjun walked over with a cane and handed a pile of paper money into his son's hand.
"I originally wanted to call you back in advance, but your grandma didn't want to."
"She said that you are on the front line, doing something important to protect your home and country. There is nothing more important in the world than that."
Liu Xing hummed, his voice a little hoarse.
Liu Jianjun pulled over a bench, sat down, leaned his crutch against the wall, took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed one to his son.
Liu Xing quietly wiped his eyes and took the cigarette from his father's hand.
Liu Jianjun also took out a cigarette, bent down, lit it with the wax candlelight, leaned against the door, and took a puff.
"If you kill a ferocious beast in the future, remember to tell me. I will tell your grandma and grandpa to make them happy too."
Liu Xing said dejectedly: "I'm just a sentry guarding the road. I shouldn't have a chance to go to the front line."
"There will be a chance."
Liu Jianjun patted his son's shoulder meaningfully, turned to look at the young man who was helping to move tables and benches outside, and asked, "Is that young man your comrade in arms?"
Liu Xing hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"He is a comrade-in-arms, a brother who can rely on him in life and death. Let him also come and offer incense to your grandma. Your grandma knows well and will bless him," Liu Jianjun said.
Liu Xing hummed, and just as he was about to stand up, he saw Li Xiang walking over.
Li Xiang came behind Liu Xing and looked at the Yin Qi floating in the room.
After death, the soul will leave the body.
Once there is resentment or other strong negative emotions, the soul will condense with this as the core and remain there for a long time, forming a resentful ghost.
Obviously, the old woman in the coffin had not encountered such a situation.
Less than twenty-four hours after her death, her soul was almost gone.
Li Xiang came over.
Liu Xing thought he was here to offer incense to his grandma, so he lit three incense sticks and handed them over.
Li Xiang was slightly startled, hesitated for a moment, and then took the incense.
The next moment.
The coffin board suddenly trembled violently, a cold wind passed through the mourning hall, and the incense in Li Xiang's hand went out instantly.
Liu Xing, Liu Jianjun and his son were stunned on the spot.
In Li Xiang's eyes, the yin energy floating in the room quickly condensed into the ghost of an old woman wearing a shroud, prostrate on the ground, shaking constantly because of fear.
Li Xiang's will came out, "Get up."
The old woman's ghost hesitated for a long time, seeming to be considering and struggling, and finally stood up tremblingly.
The coffin board stopped shaking, the cold wind passed, and the mourning hall seemed to be back to normal.
Liu Xing looked horrified.
Liu Jianjun threw himself on the coffin, tears streaming down his face, "Mom, what are your unfulfilled wishes? Tell your son..."
Li Xiang walked out of the mourning hall and looked at the three "Glorious Home" signs hanging at the door.
Three generations of men in the Liu family are all soldiers.
There were gradually more and more people in the alley, including neighbors, relatives and friends.
The women who helped brought the food to the table.
People sit around the table.
A child ran over and shouted to his friends who were lagging behind, "Hurry up, it's time to eat, it's time to eat."
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[PS: There is another chapter, but it’s quite late. Everyone should go to bed early and read it tomorrow.]
