The Hero's Tomb of the Red-armed Lady (II)

"What's there to envy about this knife in your hand?"

Lao Wu said, "It reminds me of my childhood. When I was a child, I worked in the fields with my parents. I once dug up a bronze sword. I don't know what dynasty it was from, but the villagers were very fond of it. They said it must have a history of at least several hundred years. Think about it, a sword may not be worth anything in the eyes of its owner at that time, but hundreds of years later, in the eyes of others, it is a good thing. And if we are dug out hundreds of years later, we will be nothing but a pile of dead bones. In the eyes of others, we are not as good as a pile of dead wood and have no value." After saying that, he pulled out Lao Wang's knife, threw the scabbard aside, and dug a pit with great effort.

The soldiers around him did not speak, watching Lao Wu, watching him dig a pit several feet long and wide, watching him put his knife into the pit, watching him cover it with soil, but it seemed that Lao Wu was burying them.

If you bury it today, who can bury me tomorrow? It is not a bad thing to die at this time.

If he died at this time, his comrades would cry, his fellow villagers would feel sorry, and the last person to die might have his head cut off in exchange for a reward, and from then on, his head and body would be separated.

Old Wang sighed and said, "I miss home."

"The sound of Chu disperses the Chu soldiers, and I can play the six musical notes. I am not a Xu, but I am a Danyang resident, and I am not a Zou, but I sing in Yanshi..."

From the depths of Old Wang's broken gong-like throat, the song from the Han army camp also came out.

First one or two sounds, and then slowly, everyone around started humming.

Finally, a young soldier stood up and shouted to the central tent: "Overlord, let's break through, I want to go home. Even if I die, I want to die in Jiangdong."

The curtain of the central tent was lifted, and a tall figure appeared. The setting sun stretched his shadow, slanting. The afterglow coated his face with a layer of gold powder, making him look like the legendary god of war.

Xiang Yu took a big step, and walked out like a meteor chasing the moon, and walked to the soldier who was shouting at him. The soldier looked at the tall figure approaching, and felt the suffocating pressure. He did not dare to look Xiang Yu in the eye, and cowardly lowered his head. After a while, he mustered up his courage again, and suddenly raised his head to look directly at Xiang Yu, but when he met Xiang Yu's eyes, he was shocked. In his mind, Xiang Yu had swallowed the cruel captives with unparalleled courage; in his mind, Xiang Yu had fought against hundreds of thousands of tigers and wolves of the Qin army with shocking courage and the courage to burn his boats; in his mind, Xiang Yu had led them to pierce the throats of countless enemies with a roar that resounded through the world... How magnificent it was, Xiang Yu was a god in his mind, but today, he saw tears in the eyes of the Overlord.

"Eight thousand Jiangdong sons, I am ashamed of you."

The Overlord knelt on one knee to him.

"No, Overlord, you can't kneel."

"Overlord..."

All the Chu soldiers looked at Overlord in astonishment, and then shouted with a hint of command in their pleading.

"I... I will definitely take you home."

Overlord stood up resolutely and said, "Break out tonight." His voice was still so sonorous and powerful.

The Chu soldiers were excited. In their opinion, as long as Overlord said it, he would definitely do it.