"Zhang Jinglin, open your eyes wide and take a good look. This kid is not a good person at all! He's full of evil tricks! "
"That's true," Ren Xiaosu said.
The child hesitated for a moment before explaining, "I bought it."
"Sure," Zhang Jinglin said with a nod.
"This kid doesn't even blush when he says such things in front of us!"
As Zhang Jinglin and Ren Xiaosu walked further and further away, the martyred spirits slowly became discouraged. "Say, if this kid summons us to the Temple of Martyrs, will we be able to beat him up physically? If that's really the case, I'm willing to accept his summons! "
"Ptui!"
When the sun set in the west, the afterglow of the evening cast a golden glow on Bronze Bell Square like golden feathers covering the ground.
But she did not expect the Young Marshal to make such a deal with her child before setting off.
The martyred spirits found it a little strange under the bronze bell. Why did this little boy suddenly run to the square to read the newspaper? What was going on?
"How shameless!"
"But Mr. Zhang, don't you need to bring some bodyguards with you?" Ren Xiaosu asked, "Aren't you afraid of encountering danger when you go to places outside the Northwest?"
Of course, those who had free time every day were basically the elderly.
The middle-aged woman thought for a while, then smiled and rubbed her child's head. "It's not a big deal for you to tell us. Do you think your dad and I can stop you? Alright, from now on, if you finish reading the newspaper every day before going home for dinner, we'll be cooking dinner an hour late. "
The two of them set off from Bronze Bell Square. No one saw them off, nor did anyone witness it.
Only Ren Xiaosu knew that more than 200,000 martyred spirits were watching them leave.
Ren Xiaosu's insistence on mourning the martyred spirits touched many of the stronghold residents. Gradually, some people even followed Ren Xiaosu's example and came to Bronze Bell Square every day to walk around.
Zhang Jinglin said calmly, "With a Stronghold Destroyer like you by my side, what's there to be afraid of?"
The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment. "I was wondering why you've been coming home late these past few days. I thought you were playing outside. But did the Young Marshal say why he asked you to do this? "
However, everyone was very curious. Why would a child suddenly come to read the newspaper? Could it be to train his eloquence?
"The Northwest's system reform has brought about a scene of prosperity. In the past, people were not willing to carry a hoe to farm, but now, barren mountains have become treasure mountains, and everyone lives and works in peace …"
At this time, the heroic spirits suddenly felt like they had heard stories told by storytellers in the past. For example, everyone heard a story about a treacherous official who disguised himself as a loyal official who wanted to harm a loyal official. The listeners all knew that this person was a bad person, but the main character did not. Therefore, the listeners wanted to dive into the story and warn the main character that he must see through this treacherous official …
However, they didn't have time to think too much about it. Since someone was reading the newspaper, they just listened.
After all, they were only able to stay in this world because of the mourning of the people in the Northwest. This meant that the mourning of ordinary people would indeed affect them.
The little boy seemed to be a little flustered when he saw his mother coming. "No, nothing."
Ren Xiaosu turned back to look at the Bronze Bell Square behind him, then said seriously, "Because I admire the pioneers' dedication to the Northwest. Mr. Zhang, you also know that I'm a rather selfish person, so when I hear about their glorious deeds, I can't help but be moved. During this period, I came to talk to them every day, as if they were by my side to protect me. My life has been very fulfilling, and I feel very safe. "
"The Young Marshal gave it to me." The child explained, "He said that as long as I come to read the newspaper every day, he'll give me 300 yuan a month as pocket money. If I can persist every day without stopping, he'll give me another 1,000 yuan after a year! However, he has a request that I can't come during school hours. I have to wait until school ends at night. Also, he wants me to score more than 90 points in every subject so that I can get that 1,000 yuan. "
"You bought it? Where did you get the money from? "The middle-aged woman was stunned.
Therefore, after getting angry, everyone calmed down and seriously considered Ren Xiaosu's suggestion.
This was better than reading the newspaper like they were fighting a war, right?!
"What's that in your hand?" The middle-aged woman snatched the newspaper from the child's hand and asked in confusion, "What are you doing with today's newspaper? Where did this newspaper come from? Did you pick it up? "
However, while Zhang Jinglin was feeling gratified, the entire square was filled with voices that ordinary people could not hear.
But just as Commander Li had said, if an army of more than 200,000 heroes had all become a private army of one person, it would really be hard to say where the Northwest would go in the future.
"Me too!"
The child replied. "I also asked him why he was reading the newspaper in Bronze Bell Square. He said that the martyrs died to protect their homeland, so they have the right to know how prosperous the homeland they protected is now. They deserve it."
…
The sun rose from the east, and the blazing sunlight shone on the entire Northwest.
Ren Xiaosu went up to him and said with a smile, "I've never seen Mr. Zhang dressed like this before. What's in his backpack?"
"On May 28, the Wang Clan Consortium's army broke through the Zhou Clan's northern defensive line and successfully took down Stronghold 71, which was abandoned by the Zhou Clan, in just two hours. At around 5 PM, the Wang Clan Consortium's army advanced south again and is expected to arrive at Stronghold 73 tomorrow."
To the heroes, no matter how much they quarreled with Ren Xiaosu, they would first acknowledge Ren Xiaosu as the next commander of the Northwest Army. They also never denied that he represented the future of the Northwest.
At 6 AM the next day, Zhang Jinglin was already waiting for him in Bronze Bell Square. Zhang Jinglin had changed into his military uniform and was carrying a military backpack as he stood in the thin morning fog.
However, he felt this was a good thing. Ever since Ren Xiaosu returned to the Northwest this time, he had always been able to surprise him.
"This trek is planned to take two months, so I brought along some clothes and rations for the journey." Zhang Jinglin explained, "But you didn't bring anything."
"Pfft!"
"By the way," Zhang Jinglin said, "I heard that you've been coming here every day to mourn the pioneers of the Northwest Army? Why's that? "
For seven consecutive days, the little boy came every day and only left after reading the newspaper. The heroes started looking forward to 7 PM every day, and the ordinary-looking little boy also became adorable in their eyes.
"Don't worry." Ren Xiaosu said with a smile, "Entering the wilderness is like going home to me. There's no difference."
The middle-aged woman was stunned. She lived next door to the hostel and ran a small laundry there. The Young Marshal would send his clothes to be washed every day, so he could be considered to have gotten to know her child.
At first, the heroes scolded Ren Xiaosu for being shameless. But later on, the heroes realized that as people came to mourn them every day, their spirits and willpower became more and more solid.
In the eyes of the heroes, this child was probably the cutest person in all of the Northwest.
At 7 PM, a 13 or 14-year-old boy suddenly came to the square with a newspaper. Then he found a place to sit down and started reading the newspaper aloud.
Therefore, no one would easily make such an important decision.
A copy of Hope Media's newspaper cost two yuan, but a child's monthly allowance was only ten yuan. Therefore, she did not think the child had bought it for himself.
In the following days, Ren Xiaosu still came to tear up the newspaper every day. Meanwhile, the heroes were still cursing out loud in anger.
Zhang Jinglin was taken aback. He did not expect Ren Xiaosu to give such an answer. In his impression, Ren Xiaosu was not someone who would be moved by some glorious deeds.
Zhang Jinglin smiled and said, "That's very kind of you."
On the seventh day, a middle-aged woman suddenly came to the square. When she saw the child, she asked curiously, "Son, why are you here? What are you doing? "
Just as Ren Xiaosu was about to continue living his leisurely life, Xu Xianchu suddenly came to inform Ren Xiaosu that Commander Zhang's matter had been settled, and the two of them would be setting off the next day!
It was still too early, so no one could determine what the impact would be. But it was definitely a better direction.
Ren Xiaosu felt a little regretful that he did not manage to abduct the 200,000 heroes in the end.
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