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"Khotan..."
"The Khotan garrison..."
"General of Illustrious Might... Li Chengyong... ordered to deliver military intelligence..."
Shen Le suddenly opened his eyes. The glaring white light of the Fluorescent Lamp shone down on him. He stared blankly at it, his mind briefly dazed:
Who am I?
Where am I?
Am I... dead?
I am Shen Le... No, I am A-Li, A-Li who had guarded Khotan for decades, crossed the desert twice, and spent his life for the Four Garrisons of Anxi... No, I am Shen Le...
"Shen Le? Shen Le?!"
Professor Zhang called cautiously from the doorway. Shen Le slowly turned his head and stared at him. Only after a long while did his gaze gradually focus on the professor. His body swayed, and he let out an "Oh."
That was right, I'm Shen Le... Earlier, I was restoring a modao. I just experienced the memories the modao had poured into me...
The memories of that A-Li wielding the modao in battle again and again, and the memories of his final journey through the desert to deliver a message...
He had walked until only one man remained. He had walked until even the last camel was lost. Wounded and bleeding, enduring thirst, hunger, scorching sun, and bitter winds, he fought as he moved forward. If he could walk, he walked. If he could not, he crawled...
That desperate struggle still made every muscle in his body twitch. The moment he lifted a leg, overwhelming soreness swept over him.
"I'm fine... I..."
"Put the sword down! Put it down!!!"
Professor Zhang darted behind the doorframe and shouted with all his might. Shen Le was still holding the blade!
Holding that modao, over two meters long including the hilt and weighing fifteen or sixteen jin!
Earlier, Shen Le had picked up the