4123: C4123 His Name Is in the Annals of History

C4123 His Name Is in the Annals of History

Lu Yu turned around and looked at the other soldiers.

Some of them were old, their hair was white, and their faces were full of wrinkles. Some of them were still young. They looked to be in their teens, and their faces looked a little immature.

These soldiers were guarding this place, not knowing fear or suffering.

"I have not left the border for forty years."

"I've forgotten everything about my hometown, and even the faces of my parents have become blurry in my mind."

"For the sake of the human race, I can continue to protect them. But will there really be people who will remember us in the future?"

The general let out a long sigh.

A sorrowful thought lingered in everyone's minds, and countless soldiers fell silent.

In their minds, they thought of their hometown, their parents who had worked hard for the rest of their lives, their wives who were busy cooking, and their lively and cute children.

Putting down the swords and sabers, they were no longer iron soldiers, but living people.

Lu Yu looked at their faces, and for the first time, his heart felt like it was being split apart.

No one would remember them.

He had been to the Compendium Pavilion of Wen Sheng Zhang's family. There were countless history books in there, but there were very few records of the ancient era.

No one would remember that there was such a garrison army that had once used blood and life to protect the human race.

No one would remember what they had done. Instead, as time passed, they would eventually disappear into the long river.

"Someone will remember you!"

Lu Yu looked at the soldiers and said, "Your names are destined to be recorded in the annals of history, forever flowing!"

Even in the endless years, he had forgotten all of you.

But I will still remember all of you in my heart.

A strong belief was transmitted to the armies in all directions, to every corner of this land.

The Tiger Tally and the token on Lu Yu's waist roared at the same time.

For a moment, Lu Yu felt an unprecedented increase in luck!

The blessing of a second-grade governor in Great Yu's Heavenly Dynasty had reached an unimaginable level!

But now, Lu Yu suddenly felt an endless amount of luck on his body. The speed at which he devoured spirit energy had almost reached a terrifying efficiency of two hundred times.

What kind of speed was this?

One day of cultivation was equivalent to 200 days of cultivation!

Very quickly, that enhancement gradually dissipated. Lu Yu's body returned to normal, but he also benefited a lot from it.

More and more soldiers arrived in front of Lu Yu.

Their eyes were all shining, and there was a glimmer of hope in their eyes as they looked at Lu Yu.

"We... greet Commander Lu!"

The soldiers cupped their fists against their chests and bowed to Lu Yu!2

On this vast land, there was only a deafening sound that echoed endlessly.

On the horizon, a line of fish spat out white smoke as it floated in the sky.

The morning sun had already appeared, and the rays of light illuminated the land.

Sunlight passed through the yellow sand of the desert, passed through the towering high walls, and landed on the faces of every soldier.

Lu Yu was suddenly shocked to find that the places where they were illuminated by the sunlight had gradually become rigid, turning into terracotta soldiers.

The terracotta soldiers' faces still had their expressions when they were alive. They were vivid and specific, as if they had appeared in front of Lu Yu alive.

The surrounding campsite had disappeared.

In its place were huge potholes.

The towering Great Wall also turned into a wall covered in mud, completely buried in endless yellow sand.

In the middle of the countless terracotta soldiers, there were two exceptionally huge statues at the front of the countless terracotta soldiers.

Lu Yu recognized one of the statues. It was the face of Meng Shuai.

On the base of the statue, there were a few words written in ancient script.

Great Qin, Meng Tian!

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