Du Yichuan was a very prestigious name in the Chang Dynasty.
This name should belong to the court, to the officials, or at least to the family members.
This is how it should be, the sons of aristocratic families, become officials through the imperial examination, and rise to the top of the court.
But now this name has become a code name, and people are more accustomed to calling him Du Yisha.
More than half a year ago, the charming young master, who was very talented in writing and dancing, was the dream lover of countless girls in Taizhou City.
Due to a sudden change, his family fortune fell into decline, and Du Yichuan became a miserable ghost waiting to die in prison.
At that time, Du Yichuan was scolding that a living beast had come to the capital, and when he arrived in the East China Sea, he had become a living king of hell.
What happened to the flying eagle and the horse?
What happened to the collusion between government and businessmen?
What happened to the smuggling of salt and iron at sea?
Everyone does this, why do you only arrest my Du family?
Du Yichuan had seen live animals. Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. He pointed at the live animals through the door of his old house and cursed, "If you have the ability, you can arrest all the big and powerful families such as the Sun family, the Liu family, the Zhou family, and the Wang family."
How can you bully the Du family, who has no one in the capital?
That was Du Yichuan's first encounter with a living animal.
The living beast was a young man. He smiled very frivolously and only said one sentence, thank you for reporting.
Seven days later, more than 300 people from the Sun family, Liu family, Zhou family, and Wang family, wearing prison uniforms, came to the prison and thanked Du Yichuan personally.
How could a well-dressed young man endure the pain of prison? In the dark dungeon, he tried to hang himself from the beam several times but failed.
Nearly two months later, the scrawny Du Yichuan was released. Looking at the dazzling sun, it felt like he was in another world.
My father became a commoner and had a huge family fortune, but only one acre of thin farmland was left.
The old woman, who weighed seven or eight pounds in accessories, was wearing civilian clothes and waving her hands outside the prison. Her palms were covered with calluses.
Du Yichuan wanted to fight with a living animal, but his father and mother beat him up outside the prison.
Being alive is a blessing, and having a fortune is nothing.
Du Yichuan knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times, his face was full of tears, and he was full of confusion about the future.
His parents gently helped him up. Don't be confused. Your future has been arranged by your parents.
Du Yichuan felt like he was struck by lightning because he was going to become a new soldier of Shang Yun Dao Zhou Division.
He thought that his parents had dissipated all their wealth so that he could escape from prison.
But the fact is that in order to survive, the parents signed orders to join the army and sent their only son into the army.
There was no time to be confused or to accept the reality. The tall and powerful Hu female tribesmen took him to the military camp.
He cried, knelt, and sought death. Many people were like this. Many of the former young masters were like this, but everyone just watched with cold eyes. No one cared about his life or death.
He lived like a zombie, practicing, with tears on his face. He fell ill and lay down for three days.
Three days later, with not a trace of blood on my face, I went to practice again and swam in the sea. Life was worse than death.
He wanted to run, but was held down by the Lake Girl tribesmen in the water. He couldn't breathe. He struggled, and his tears melted into the seawater and disappeared.
This was the first time that he was so close to death.
The Hu female tribesman asked him in broken Chinese whether he was still running.
Du Yichuan shook his head violently and said, I won’t run away, I won’t run away, I won’t run away even if I die.
The Hu Nu people are very stubborn. They will not run away unless they die. If you run away, you must die.
After that, the Hu female tribe members released Du Yichuan and returned to the camp.
It was still naan bread, minced meat porridge, and fish soup. Looking at the unpalatable food, after half a stick of incense, Du Yichuan cried and said, "It smells so damn good."
After the incense, we boarded the boat.
He was still an old pawn, still a member of the Hu Nu tribe, but for some reason, everyone changed after getting on the boat. Those old pawns who beat and scolded them at every turn, and those Hu Nu tribe members, took care of him like brothers.
Du Yichuan was very puzzled. He didn't know why these people's attitudes towards him and all their buddies had changed drastically.
After sailing for a long time, we arrived at an island, Ryukyu Island.
Du Yichuan finally understood why everyone was so kind to him. It was because this was a battle formation. This was a battle formation where he would die in the next second. He treated you badly because he hoped that you would not die in the battle formation. He was good to you.
It's because everyone wants to live and die together.
The deafening sound, accompanied by the raging flames, devoured one living body after another.
The Ying people show their teeth and claws with a ferocious face, and the sharp sword will cut the throat of the Chang people.
He looked at the ferocious Ryukyu Island tribe, speaking a language he couldn't understand, but they were living life and death with him.
The Hu female tribesman who once pushed him into the water became his team leader, always cheating him of his money, gambling, gambling, come on, gambling.
Over time, Du Yichuan began to call this honest-looking but clever guy a gamble.
Until one day, during an ambush battle, I took a gamble and lit the gunpowder crossbow, but it couldn't be fired no matter what.
An arrow hit his shoulder, but the gunpowder crossbow was already lit, and he couldn't move his hand no matter what.
Taking a gamble, he looked at Du Yichuan and smiled. He smiled treacherously, as if a prank had succeeded. Let's take a gamble and see if I will die. Then, this female tribeswoman from the Lake knelt on the ground and pressed the gunpowder crossbow with her body.
Lighted gunpowder crossbow.
Du Yichuan didn't know what happened. When he woke up again, he was gone and would never be seen again. There was a long scar on his handsome face.
Everyone envied Du Yichuan because the legendary Third Master also had this scar on his chin.
From then on, Du Yichuan became Du Yishang, and he also became a gambler. On Ryukyu Island, he trained new recruits and trained young men who cried for their fathers and mothers.
Du Yichuan seems to have a concern, a concern that he no longer needs. He always rushes fiercely, as if he wants to catch up with someone, even if he is always the first to rush.
He rushed too hard, won again and again, became the team leader, and became the scar brother among everyone.
Even the new general, an equally young but extremely brave general, General Xu, chatted happily with him.
Everyone said that this general named Xu was the Wenquxing of the most powerful family in the three border areas.
Wen Quxing liked Du Yishu and asked him that with his current military exploits, he had almost redeemed the Du family's sins and could go back. Do you want to go back?
Du Yichuan didn't want to go back because he hadn't caught up with that person yet, the person he could never catch up with.
When I could catch him, he didn't cry.
He never cried when he couldn't catch her.
At the top of Mount Fuji, Du Yichuan couldn't bear it anymore and lay on the ground, crying so hard that the sky was splitting.
In the tub is a letter, a burning letter, written to a gambler.
Even though he couldn't speak Chinese well and couldn't read, Du Yishu cried and translated, saying thank you, thank you, thank you...
Many people were crying, even the young commander who said "Thank you for reporting" to him was crying.
Sunrise, the scenery is beautiful.
The bravest man in Dachang burst into tears.
The most glorious moment, the moment that will go down in history, the only thing left is tears, this is war!
"My ancestors, the people I respect the most, the people we owe the most!"
Chu Qing knelt on the ground, letting the flames of the letter burn his fingers, and burst into tears: "Twenty-one million martyrs, thank you and remember you."