The martyrs were speechless.
"But when Old Fourth Li told a cold joke just now, I saw the corner of that kid's mouth twitch!"
The deep voice interrupted the others again. Then it said to Ren Xiaosu, "Get lost, kid. Don't try to take advantage of us!"
It was now 7 PM, and everyone was checking the time based on this.
"I can fight? I can fight very well too! "
"We also had some back then. The Knight was quite fierce back then. Have y 'all forgotten? I think there were more than 30 Knights back then, but I heard there are only 12 Knights left now? "
Zhang Jinglin asked, "What are you looking at? Let's go and have a look at the bronze bell. You should've heard that the bodies of the pioneers of the Northwest Army who died on the battlefield will be buried outside Fortress 178. However, we'll bring back one of their teeth and bury it under the bronze bell to commemorate them. Of course, it also means that they will continue to protect this land with their blood and heroic souls. "
But after looking around for a long time, he realized the residents of Fortress 178 behind him were all silent. It was time to pay tribute to the martyrs, and everyone was in a state of silence.
"Ptui!"
However, he did not say much. He only bowed deeply before turning around and leaving with Zhang Jinglin.
"You're too shameless, kid!"
But when the bell rang, Ren Xiaosu suddenly heard someone say, "That kid is going to be the next commander of our fortress, right? He looks a little inexperienced. Is he reliable? "
When he arrived at the square, that faint voice rang out again. "Eh, look, why did that kid sneak back here again? What's he trying to do?"
"Forget it. He's already buried in the ground, so why are you talking about me as an elder? Let's compare military merits. I'm someone who killed a warlock with a single blast. Have you killed a warlock before?"
You can even do that!
"Then can you compare yourself to a Knight? We're just normal people. Even if we come back to life, we won't be able to defeat that kid. "
"Get lost!"
The commemorative bell of Fortress 178 was also used to tell the time. In this era where watches were still not widely available, the sound of the bell represented people's concept of time.
In the blink of an eye, all the sounds disappeared.
However, the deep voice directly rejected Ren Xiaosu. "You want all of us to listen to the commands of a little kid like you? What kind of joke was this? How old are you? Do you know how old we are? "
"Holy sh * t!"
"I think he's okay," a voice answered, "There were a couple chatting in the square a while ago. I even heard them talking about this kid. I heard that he's very good at fighting."
"Ahem, everyone, be serious. He can hear you!"
"Mm, alright." Ren Xiaosu looked back at the bronze bell behind him, then followed Zhang Jinglin to their temporary residence.
It was very noisy, and there were many people talking. Ren Xiaosu had to try very hard to make out what they were talking about.
"Is this kid a human or a ghost?"
Ren Xiaosu asked curiously, "How old is the oldest among you?"
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the smooth gray stone monuments looked like they were plated with a layer of golden light. It was exceptionally gorgeous.
The loud and melodious chimes of the bell reverberated outward. Ren Xiaosu stood in the middle of the chimes and felt the evening sun shining on him.
"Wait a minute, don't you remember I said in the afternoon that he might be able to hear us?!"
"191 years old!" The deep voice said, "I've been in the military since the stronghold was first established. How can I possibly listen to the commands of a little kid like you? How old are you? "
Ren Xiaosu realized the 11 gray stone monuments were also oriented in a particular way. The front faced east and the back faced west. Regardless of whether it was sunrise or sunset, the sun would always shine on them.
While Ren Xiaosu and Zhang Jinglin were talking, a platoon from the garrison troops arrived at the square. They first saluted Ren Xiaosu and Zhang Jinglin before walking up to the bronze bell and striking it 17 times.
"Is he going to hold another memorial for us? Has our heroic deeds touched him? "
The closer Ren Xiaosu got to the bronze bell, the stranger his expression became.
"What's there to be afraid of? It's not like they can hear us."
After Ren Xiaosu and Zhang Jinglin left, he suddenly asked, "Mr. Zhang, when are we setting off for the outpost?"
Don't care if I'm right or not. In any case, I'm older than you now!
Before they left, someone under the bronze bell said, "Eh, why do I get the feeling that kid can hear what we're talking about?"
At 2 AM, Ren Xiaosu quietly climbed out of the hostel's window and quickly approached the copper bell while stealthily moving towards it.
"Who do you think you are? He's a supernatural being. We didn't even have supernatural beings back then!"
Almost at this moment, the voice under the bronze bell became excited. "See, I told you so!"
Ren Xiaosu walked up to the bronze bell and said with a smile, "I can indeed hear y 'all talking."
When Ren Xiaosu heard the words "heroic souls," he had a strange expression on his face.
"Can that kid really hear what we're talking about? That's too creepy! "
Ren Xiaosu suddenly said, "Then are y 'all interested in' coming back to life '? My power is called the Temple of Martyrs. After y 'all accept my summons, you can exist in the form of energy and have physical contact with others. You can also continue to protect Fortress 178. "
"Tomorrow at 6 AM, we'll hike 41 kilometers to the first outpost." Zhang Jinglin said with a smile, "This journey will be very long, but it'll be very meaningful."
Ren Xiaosu thought for a moment before explaining, "It's probably because I have a power that allows me to communicate with the spirits of the martyrs. But I'm also very surprised that y 'all are still here and have not dissipated."
"Don't think too much into it. That kid's probably suffering from peripheral nerve necrosis or something. That's why the corners of his mouth are twitching!"
"Don't be so narcissistic. I think he has another motive!"
Ren Xiaosu was stunned for a moment. So it was because the residents of Fortress 178's stronghold had spontaneously offered sacrifices to these martyrs to keep them here?
Ren Xiaosu listened quietly for a while. Then he looked around in surprise to see who was speaking.
"Bullshit! We're separated by death, so how could he possibly hear us?"
"Actually, we should have dissipated. But for some reason, as more and more people came to pay their respects to us, more and more beliefs gathered here. As a result, our consciousnesses gradually awakened. At first, everyone thought it was very boring, but later on, they found it quite interesting. Everyone was very satisfied to see Fortress 178's life getting better day by day. "
"So what if the commander is good at fighting? A commander has to rely on his wisdom!"
In an instant, the noisy voices of the heroic souls disappeared. Everyone watched quietly as Ren Xiaosu walked over step by step, trying to observe Ren Xiaosu's movements.
Finally, a deep voice asked, "Why can you hear us?"
"Ptui, you're so fucking shameless, you brat!"
"Hey, why do you always like to bicker with me? I'm over 40 years older than you, so be more polite when you speak. Don't bicker with your elders all the time! "
"Ptui, ptui, ptui, ptui!"
Ren Xiaosu raised his eyebrows. "I'm over 200 years old. What's wrong with that?"
At this moment, the faint voice said, "Alright, let's stop chatting. That kid, Zhang Jinglin, is walking over with another kid. We'll continue chatting after they bow and leave."
After ten o 'clock at night, the bell would not ring again until six o' clock the next morning, so as not to disturb everyone's rest.
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