Chapter 1734: Chapter 64: Eight Hundred Years of Burning Passion and Panache in the Central Plains

Zhou Laosan, this guy who only needed to worry about feeding himself, probably got a bit lonely. He somehow found a dog and started raising it like his own child. Everyone laughed at him, and over time, it just became Zheng Laogou.

Zheng Laogou got angry a few times, but it was no use. The angrier he got, the happier everyone became.

How were they happy? They just kept teasing him, just laughing at him.

If you’re unhappy, brother, then we’re happy.

The guy sulked silently, but his dog stood up for him, howling, which made everyone laugh even more. Although they teased him, they never actually bullied him; they would even give the dog bones they picked up.

This dog was really clever. Whoever gave it food would get a good tail wag, but when it saw those who mocked Zheng Laogou the most, it would seem to be chewing on a bone, but secretly, it would raise a leg and let out a stream right on their shoes.

Some fool even sniffed at it, feigning surprise: "Zheng Laogou, what the hell have you been feeding this dog?! It’s really riled up!"

"Disgusting!"

That time, Zheng Laogou’s dog was taken away, supposedly because some soldiers under the neighbor Colonel wanted to eat dog meat and grabbed the dog. When Zheng Laogou shouted, even the Colonel himself led his men to catch it back, both sides fought but without using weapons or armor.

In the end, they were all punished, and while standing there being punished, Zheng Laogou’s dog stood straight and stiff, as if it had become a member of the army.

Zhou Laosan took a deep breath, holding his knife handle, looking at the surrounding Turkic people.

A few years ago, Zheng Laogou’s dog died.

Now, he’s dead too.

Looking around, there were few of his own people, more enemies, and opposite were barbarians seeming to have sprung from the grasslands. Zhou Laosan muttered to himself as he stumbled back, swinging the knife forward at an angle: 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Zheng Laogou, you worthless thing, how could you just die like this? Didn’t you say you would live to get another dog when you got back?"

"You died easily, leaving so many grassland barbarians to me, how am I supposed to fight?"

"Now that you’re dead, what am I supposed to do?"

"After you died, there really is just me left from our side, everyone else is dead."

Zhou Laosan raised the blade in his hand, pointing at the barbarians ahead, gasping, knowing there would be no reinforcements coming from behind, and there wouldn’t be comrades running out half-dressed over a dog fight.

He stood there, and there wouldn’t be a proud little dog standing by his side, chest out and head high.

After he dies, would his camp still be there?

At this moment, he suddenly started to care about this seemingly trivial matter.

"Three years of Tianhe, under the Gui Character Camp Vice General’s Charging Army."

"The last one left."

These words lingered in Zhou Laosan’s heart as he exhaled, firmly gripping the knife with both hands, binding his right hand to the knife handle, and using his left hand to tightly grip the blood-soaked cloth strip wrapped around several times, speaking softly:

"Is it too late for me to run now?"

Paused, then changed his tone: "Not allowed to run."

"Not allowed."

This sentence seemed to come from comrades who died in various places.

He didn’t know why he had to keep fighting, didn’t know why the Great Chen was declining, didn’t know why the Great Chen had to perish, but he knew, as the inevitable fall of Chen Country loomed, Zhou Laosan swung his blade, shouting, "Come on! Fight!!!"

This small soldier, one among countless others, a soldier unknown why he fought, why battles started, lost, why the country fell, but continued fighting.

A person alive and without any particular talent.

Knowing that no reinforcements were coming, knowing he couldn’t go back.

Then fight to the death, not knowing why it came to this point, then fight to the death, swinging his blade in anger, but the next moment, an arrow fell from the sky, accompanied by a terrifying brilliance, as if piercing through the position.

Boom!!!

Zhou Laosan’s movement stalled, the heavy armored Turkic troops fell, the sound of horse hooves, was it reinforcements?! But the thought barely formed in his mind before he suppressed it.

Reinforcements?

There won’t be any more reinforcements, none at all.

It was more barbarian troops, but why were these soldiers falling? He stands there in bewilderment, turning around, looking into the distance. Through the dust raised by horse hooves, giant flags swirled and fell.

Before him were cavalry, heavy cavalry, the oppressive killing intent overwhelming, undoubtedly the ultimate battlefield weapon, top of the top, Zhou Laosan’s body seemed frozen, as if he lost the power to move.

Staring blankly ahead, the massive army surged yet scattered abruptly as they neared him. Specially donned in scarlet battle attire, the heavy cavalry divided naturally like flowing mercury, and a big banner rolled out.

Scarlet Qilin patterns, black Qin character banner.

Prince Qin.

The elite of the Chen Country fell into a daze, lost in a trance, as if in a dream, watching an army belonging to the enemy nation appear on the battlefield, then, as the Turkic charged against Chen Country head-on, this army broke in from the side, tearing into the Turkic.

The Great Khan’s eyebrows furrowed but eventually relaxed.

He wasn’t surprised, only had regret.

Ultimately, he made the wrong bet.

However, no matter what, he had given his all, having made the best choice he could. Such a fierce struggle, even in failure, was better than sitting idle in a future where the Central Plains united, and the grasslands awaited their doom!