Chapter 114: He Wants to Go and See the Divine Witch's Side

Bai Wei was stunned!

A familiar feeling emerged from her mind.

Isn't this the scene from decades ago, when foreign powers invaded the land of Shenzhou?

"Professor Zhou, is there a mistake with this mural?"

Bai Wei couldn't help but point her finger at it.

"This is clearly modern warfare; how could it appear in Daliang? Cannons, steamships, and even gliders... this is just too absurd."

Zhou Yuchuan sighed.

"These murals are the prophecies of a Divine Witch. When I first saw them, I was also shocked."

"The Divine Witch helped Yuan Canghai usurp the throne and ascend to power, while simultaneously bringing natural disasters to Beijiang to weaken its strength."

"Yuan Canghai attacked Beijiang, fighting a civil war against the Prince of Zhenbei."

"At the same time, the Five-Nation Allied Forces seized the opportunity to invade Huaxia, destroying Daliang and all the surrounding countries, until finally, the entire Huaxia was reduced to a foreign colony."

"This is the Divine Witch's prophecy; no one knows if these things will actually happen."

Bai Wei's palms were slightly sweaty.

The things on the mural will happen!

She knew, because she had seen Xiao Moting's first death prophecy with her own eyes!

Moreover, Daliang really did have a National Preceptor who could summon wind and rain!

She muttered to herself.

"Why did the military technology of the ancient foreign nations develop so quickly?"

"In our history, that is simply impossible."

Zhou Yuchuan smiled.

"Einstein's theory of general relativity proposed that matter and energy in spacetime can curve. In physics, there is a phenomenon called a wormhole, which can connect two points in spacetime."

"Perhaps a wormhole appeared in the ancient foreign nations as well, and someone discovered it, changing the course of history."

Bai Wei's bright eyes flickered slightly.

Decades ago, the foreign allied forces invaded Huaxia.

At that time, the people of Huaxia were plunged into deep misery and suffering, sacrificing countless lives to build a Great Wall of flesh and blood, only finally managing to secure the peace of today.

Regardless of which spacetime Xiao Moting's Daliang belongs to, she would never let Daliang, or the Huaxia of that spacetime, be reduced to a colony of foreign invaders.

She looked up, "Professor Zhou, who exactly is this ancient Divine Witch? Could he really possess divine power?"

"There were many talented and strange people in ancient times; I cannot draw a conclusion easily. Even in modern times, there are super-powered individuals hidden among the crowd," Zhou Yuchuan said. "Many of the strange beasts in the Classic of Mountains and Seas also truly existed in ancient times."

"Alright, I understand."

Bai Wei nodded, her gaze exceptionally firm.

She must continue to help Daliang; she would never let the Five-Nation Allied Forces invade the land of Huaxia!

Daliang Kingdom.

It was already midnight, but Xiao Moting's military tent was still brightly lit and crowded with soldiers.

Everyone had watched the video of the Firearm Squad that Bai Wei sent over several times, yet they still couldn't come up with a countermeasure.

The atmosphere was heavy.

Xiao Moting looked up and scanned the crowd.

"Do you want to return to your homeland?"

A single sentence instantly made several soldiers' eyes turn red.

The Yanyun Shiliu Zhou, which had been ceded to the Rakshasa, was once the territory of Beijiang!

It was rich and beautiful, with lush water and grass, and the climate was not as cold as the Northern Frontier Camp.

Many of the Northern Frontier Army's homes were in the Yanyun Shiliu Zhou.

But back then, Emperor Xuanjing was defeated in battle and ceded that land to the Rakshasa, forcing everyone to leave their homes and native lands.

The Old General also sighed, his eyes revealing sorrow.

That was also his home, where several generations of the Han family were buried; his parents' graves were also there, but he had never been back once.

He had not paid respects to his ancestors, nor had he worshipped the spirits of his parents in heaven.

It was not that he did not want to return, but that he could not.

The Yanyun Shiliu Zhou was already the territory of the Rakshasa.

The soldiers were not afraid of death; they only wanted to be buried in their native soil after death, but they could not return to their roots and could only be buried on the icy Beijiang Xueyuan.

Qin Zhan said softly, "I heard that the Daliang people who remained in the Yanyun Shiliu Zhou are now treated as servants and slaves by the Rakshasa. They have the character 'slave' branded on their faces; if they make a mistake, they are whipped at best, or have their hands and feet cut off at worst. They are living in extreme misery."

In the crowd, someone spoke with a hoarse voice.

"When the land was ceded, I escaped, but my father, mother, and little sister didn't manage to get away in time; they were all left in the Yanyun Shiliu Zhou. To this day, there has been no news, and I don't know if they are alive or if they have become slaves."

"My grandfather was also left there. It would be better if they were dead; that would at least be clean! If they became slaves to the Rakshasa, then it would truly be a fate worse than death."

Speaking of their hometowns, the soldiers' moods became even more distressed.

This battle—Xiao Moting scanned the crowd.

He said in a deep voice.

"The Rakshasa's Firearm is indeed strong, but we cannot avoid this battle."

"The Rakshasa has already destroyed three small countries, and only two small countries remain. One is the Kokand, which has stronger military power, and the other is the Yuezhi, which has great financial strength. Once they swallow these two countries, it will be our Daliang's turn."

"The roots of the Northern Frontier Army are in the Yanyun Shiliu Zhou, so I want to fight this battle and want to ask for everyone's opinion!"

The Old General took a deep breath.

"Fight then. Even if we die on the battlefield of Yanyun Shiliu Zhou, our souls will still return to our homeland."

The soldiers were silent for a moment, then some began to speak.

"My parents told me to escape, while they stayed behind to be slaves and servants to the Rakshasa. My parents gave birth to me and raised me, yet I have never been able to do anything for them. Now it is my turn to do something for them; I am willing to fight!"

"I also want to go back to my hometown to see. Having left my home for over a decade, I have never visited the graves of my elders. I am not afraid of death; I will participate in this battle too!"

"What is death? Eighteen years later, I will be a hero again! Prince, let us fight!"

Seeing the soldiers one after another risking their lives.

Xiao Moting felt moved in his heart.

Everyone knew that this battle was perilous, yet they still supported him.

"I will go tell the Goddess..."

Before Xiao Moting could finish his sentence, he turned around and froze.

On the Wardrobe, a row of handwriting had appeared.

"Xiao Moting, I support you too! Don't worry, the Northern Frontier Army is under my protection. The Matchlock is not a divine weapon at all! This kind of trash weapon was already phased out here a long time ago. I will go find you weapons even more powerful than the Matchlock!"

Xiao Moting stiffened, his eyes filled with uncontrollable shock.

The power of the Matchlock was too great!

This heaven-defying weapon was already so strong that even the valiant soldiers of the Northern Frontier Army felt wary of it.

Yet, in the eyes of Shennü Daren, it was actually a piece of trash weapon that had been phased out?

His mood was complex.

Xiao Moting could not help but secretly envy Bai Wei.

If it were possible, he truly wanted to go to her side to take a look and see how the modern people there actually lived.