Anti-War Game: Starting from Normandy Campaign-Chapter 710 - 342: Kill the Invaders! Kill the Invaders! Kill the Invaders!!!

The Southern Song court completely treated Xin Qiji as free labor.

Wherever there was a problem, he was thrown there, and once Xin Qiji achieved something, he was immediately transferred to another place.

Whenever he sought a promotion, he was refused on the grounds of being a 'Returnee.'

Watching the scene of Xin Qiji, from that high-spirited young General to a fire chief without any military power, Blue Star's online viewers couldn't help but curse silently.

This Southern Song court was truly despicable.

One must know, back then, Xin Qiji dared to charge into a camp with just 50 riders and assassinate Zhang Anguo, returning to face trial.

Yet, a few years later...

Xin Qiji's achievements were completely forgotten.

The "Ten Discussions on Defending the State," into which he poured the effort of his early life, was discarded like trash.

What followed was 19 years of wasted time.

Especially this last time, after being impeached, all his official positions were annulled.

It made half of Xin Qiji's life seem wasted.

Like a joke.

When Xin Qiji received the news of his dismissal, he suddenly burst into mad laughter, which gradually turned into sobs, making Blue Star's online viewers feel extremely uncomfortable as well.

In the scene.

After being dismissed from office, Xin Qiji could only retire to a life of seclusion.

Every day he could only accompany himself with poetry.

Using poems to express his yearning for the Northern Expedition and the grand ambition of restoring China.

Seeing this. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

The Blue Star viewers in the live stream also began to understand why, when playing the "Song Dynasty" version, they mostly regarded Xin Qiji as a poet.

It turns out it was because Xin Qiji spent the first half of his life being sent everywhere by the Song court to put out fires, hardly holding any central official position for long.

By the time everything was somewhat stabilized, a single decree dismissed all his official positions.

Leaving Xin Qiji to retreat to a life of leisure and poetry.

For anyone else, that would be a life like that of immortals.

But for Xin Qiji... living each day was filled with unspeakable agony.

When he was born, his father was killed by the Jin people, and his mother died of depression. He was raised by his grandfather and vowed to restore China and expel the Jin people.

At the age of 14, Xin Qiji entered the Jin capital under the pretense of taking the imperial examination to explore the truth of the Jin state.

His happiest moment was receiving orders from Geng Jing to go to the Capital City of Song.

But after returning to Song.

Initially, the court valued him, but after a while, they sent him out, sending him running around all these years, yet his desire for the Northern Expedition never ceased.

But there were never any opportunities.

The entire court seemed content with its corner of peace.

Xin Qiji always thought he would endure... endure...

But that's how 19 years slipped by.

When the decree came down, the now-lone Xin Qiji realized his half-life had been lived in vain.

The Northern Expedition he dreamed of never succeeded.

The strategies he poured into during the first half of his life were never adopted.

After years of running around, he was left with a life of seclusion, accompanied by poetry, but could poetry kill bandits? Could it restore China?

No...

Since it couldn't, what kind of torment was such a life for Xin Qiji.

In the scene.

Xin Qiji seemed to have given up.

The "Ten Discussions on Defending the State" and "Nine Arguments" which he once poured his heart into were not adopted by the court, and there was no point in dwelling on them anymore, so he spent his days accompanied by poetry.

Although he frequently produced famous works, they could never truly express the knot in Xin Qiji's heart.

In the scene.

Xin Qiji drank heavily with his friend until nightfall.

The drunken Xin Qiji sat alone in front of the table, suddenly recalling the uprising against the Jin in his youth.

He seemed to hear the sound of war drums.

Crash!

Xin Qiji stood up, staggered to grab the wolf fur brush on the table, dipped it in ink, and spread out the white paper:

"In drunkenness, the lamp is tilted to view the sword!"

The characters were bold and powerful, piercing through the paper. Xin Qiji's ears seemed to return to the camp raid that night, with countless Jin soldiers and galloping war horses:

"In dreams, the bugles sound throughout the camp."

Xin Qiji's pen moved faster and faster, the visions before him seeming so real, as if they had truly happened:

"Eight hundred miles under command, fifty strings play out on the frontier, the autumn troops are marshaled on the battlefield!"

"The horse flies like a steed, the bowstring snaps like thunder."

Immersed in his fantasy, Xin Qiji could not help but laugh heartily, yet his gaze suddenly fell upon the old sword hanging on the wall, the one he used during the camp raid.

Now.....

It had hung on the wall for many years.

He was suddenly awakened.

All the visions disappeared, there were no more troops, no more bugles throughout the camp.

Everything.

Was a fantasy.

At the same time.

He saw the copper mirror hanging there, reflecting a person so familiar yet so unfamiliar to him.

Xin Qiji couldn't help but move closer, looking at the white hair of the man in the mirror, raising his hand to touch his own hair, the man in the mirror doing the same.

Xin Qiji's fingers trembled as he touched the mirror's surface, the cold sensation making him quickly retract his hand:

"This... is me?"

The old man with half a head of white hair in the mirror.... is me?!

I....

I....

In an instant, Xin Qiji felt as if all strength had drained from his body, collapsing to the ground, continuously murmuring:

"This is not me, this is not me, this is not me....."

After a long while.

Xin Qiji staggered to his feet, dashed to the table, sat in his chair, blankly stared out the window, until dawn when the intoxication faded and the bird calls came from outside.

Only then did Xin Qiji look at the half-finished poem on the table, picked up the wolf brush again, and penned the final lines:

"To fulfill my lord's affairs of the world, earning fame in life and death."