Mountain Patrol Military Officer
Chapter 240 - 216: I Will Take You Home! (Request for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 240: Chapter 216: I Will Take You Home! (Request for Monthly Ticket)

The four departed, and Chen Yuan stepped out of the house to see them off. Looking up, he watched as several streaks of light pierced through the murky rain curtain, quickly disappearing, leaving his thoughts somewhat complex.

His earlobes fluttered slightly, and a vast, somewhat sorrowful flute melody, carried by the thinning rain, floated into his ears. He turned his head to look outside the door.

At that time, outside the courtyard, beneath the veil of rain, a spacious practice field appeared cold and desolate.

In one of the military camps.

Some sat cross-legged, constantly refining their vital energy.

Some sat on their bunks, bare-chested, with white bandages wrapped around their chests, holding a long blade in hand, diligently wiping the blade that glistened with a wintry light stained with blood.

Some took out a scroll from their bosom, unfurling it with one hand, the other sleeve hanging empty. The painting depicted a vividly smiling woman, enchantingly charming. The man looked at it, entranced, gently caressing the scroll with his remaining hand.

And there was an Armored Soldier playing the flute, surrounded by others who were either sitting, leaning against the wall with a blade in arms, or lying on their beds with hands under their heads, quietly listening. In the sounds of the flute seemed to be the hometown, family, and friends. Unconsciously, some bowed their heads, silently tearing up.

At this moment, a rustling sound came from outside.

Following that, the tent flap was lifted, the noisy rain and wind blustered in slightly, and a figure walked in, with Armored Soldiers kneeling outside visible in the shadows.

Soon, exclamations rang out, interrupting everything inside.

"General!"

"The General is here!"

"......."

Figures hurriedly stood up, some donning their clothes, others strapping on their armor, voices in chaos.

Chen Yuan appeared at this place, raising his hand, "No need for formalities, I came just to see you all."

In the military camp, on both the left and right were simple bunk beds, and from one face to another - whether resolute, youthful, or anxious - faces from the north and south of Shu became visible one after another.

Chen Yuan walked forward, his gaze sweeping over, sighing at the sight of figure after figure wrapped in white bandages.

He patted the shoulder of an injured Armored Soldier, whose gaze flickered but said nothing, only standing even straighter.

Continuing forward, Chen Yuan noticed an object rolling to his feet, then unfolding slowly - it was a scroll painting, depicting a woman.

Following that, a figure hurriedly dove down at his feet, one hand frantically grabbing the scroll, then, fearful of tearing it, nervously wiped away the dirt, and upon realizing something, looked up at Chen Yuan, his face flushing as he promptly attempted to kowtow,

"General, forgive me, I..."

Speaking, he noticed an invisible force preventing his head from bowing.

Then, the figure - the Colonel who commanded the respect of the Ninth Mountain Army - squatted down, steadied the soldier’s shoulders, and helped him up, speaking softly:

"It seems the woman in the painting is very important to you, is she your wife?"

The Armored Soldier lifted his head, a bit overwhelmed, but when speaking of the woman in the painting, his eyes filled with tenderness, "Reporting to the General, she is the wife I am about to marry; she is waiting for me to go back and marry her, we have made a promise."

Chen Yuan, hearing this, couldn’t help but let his gaze fall on the soldier’s empty sleeve.

Feeling something, the Armored Soldier awkwardly covered the empty sleeve, his eyes revealing a glint of resilience, "Though wounded by a beast, I can still fight!"

Chen Yuan’s gaze flickered, "Good spirit!"

"What is your name?"

Upon hearing Chen Yuan’s words, the Armored Soldier’s eyes widened, chest puffing out as he proudly declared, "I am the Small Flag Officer under the Right Road Weiwei Seventh General’s Flag, Zuo Zhi!"

Chen Yuan nodded, patting his shoulder.

Then, his gaze passed through the crowd, settling on a soldier in the corner, fair-faced, still clasping a bamboo flute.

"I came here after hearing your flute music just now; what is the name of that tune?"

The soldier looked around, realizing everyone was looking at him, then quickly stepped out, somewhat nervously bowing, "Reporting to the General, the tune I played is from my hometown, called ’Mother’s Farewell’."

Hearing this name, Chen Yuan softly murmured it to himself, his eyes turning distant, as if lost in memory, and said gently, "Mother’s Farewell, could you play it once more?"

The soldier quickly agreed, then took the flute more seriously to his lips, playing a crisp sound that carried a hint of distance, like the trickling of a stream, seemingly painting a scene.

The son of a military family, about to embark on a campaign, a woman who had prayed and burned incense in front of temples, had also ground her graying hair under the oil lamp, sewing clothes for her departing son, and while packing his travel bag, incessantly reminding him of small details; finally, as the son carried his travel bag away from home, the woman stood at the door, waving at her son with tearful hope in her eyes.

This is how the flute music wandered through the tents, and then, through the rain curtain, wafted outside.

Outside the tent, Liu Qing and others, hearing that the General had descended to the camp, came rushing over with their subordinates, only to stop upon hearing the flute, lifting a hand to signal silence and listening quietly.

After the time it took to drink one pot of tea, the tune ended.

Soon in the tent, Chen Yuan’s voice was heard again, "It seems you all are homesick. Speak up, where is everyone’s hometown?"

Soon, one voice after another arose.

"In Yong’an Prefecture’s Yangping County!"

"Jingguan City"

"Qujiang County"

"Chunjiang Prefecture"

"......."

Everyone was thrilled; perhaps it was the atmosphere, but someone asked a question:

"Where is the General’s hometown?"

Inside the tent, upon hearing this question, Chen Yuan paused for a moment, shook his head, and gave a bitter smile, "My hometown is far away, perhaps I’ll never be able to return in this lifetime."

As he said this, his gaze swept across the faces of the soldiers, "But your General will do his utmost to bring you all home!"

After speaking, he barked a command,

"Liu Qing!"

With these words, the curtain outside was quickly lifted, and the clanking sound of armor echoed.

"Your subordinate is here!" Liu Qing entered and bowed his head to take orders.

"Distribute one jin of demon flesh to each soldier, those who are injured, depending on the severity of the injuries, adjust the amount accordingly! Resupply a batch of supplies, elixirs, talismans, go and receive them later."

Chen Yuan spoke, his voice growing deeper,

"Additionally, for the fallen soldiers, make sure to record their names well. According to their military achievements, arrange for fast horses to deliver letters and compensation without delay."

After Chen Yuan finished speaking, he looked again at the group of soldiers gazing at him with reverence and eager eyes; his thoughts grew somewhat unsettled.

He had always wandered in the midst of slaughter, accustomed to life and death; his heart had gradually hardened without realizing it. Other than how to study ways to kill more demons and enhance his own strength, the other details of life had become vague, and slowly, he stood high above the clouds, issuing commands, leading thousands of troops, yet forgetting that among his own men, each was a person of flesh and blood, having family, having wives and children!

And many were waiting for them to return home.

Thinking of this, he fell silent for a moment.

Turning around, he walked out of the tent.

"General, take care!"

"The General seems a bit melancholic!"

The soldiers in the tent watched as Chen Yuan’s figure vanished into the storm outside, exchanged glances, and for some reason, felt discomfort.

Meanwhile, outside this stormy world, thousands of miles away from Dingshan Pass, a beam of red light shot from a distant place beyond the border. In an instant, it traversed, streaking towards its destination at alarming speed!

The light moved so quickly that it covered dozens of miles in a blink.

A vast aura swept across this region, making the void tremble.

It was a bloodstained golden dharma decree, resembling a blood-soaked garment!

In the next second, clouds gathered in the sky, and a giant hand covered in blue scales reached out from the clouds, slamming towards the blood-colored dharma decree.

Covering the sky and blinding the sun, it was a hundred zhang in size, causing the void to boom loudly.

The bloodstained dharma decree was violently seized.

Then, it was hurled by the great demonic claw towards the distant Dingshan Pass!

Quickly,

"Boom!"

A thunderous explosion resounded.

In the distance, a huge gap was blown open in the majestic Dingshan Pass!

"Ho-ho-ho"

Horns alarmed the sky, and a burst of shouting suddenly erupted.

Following that, as people saw the enormous demonic shadow emerging from the clouds, like a giant, someone cried out in astonishment.

"The Great Martial Vault Demon!"

Looking into the distance, it was not just one!

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