dognovel Chapter 33 Confirm Your Thoughts
Chapter 33 Confirm Your Thoughts
Looking at Ji Yan, he deduced that he must have run to the front lines.
Otherwise, there's no way to explain how he ended up meeting this general who had been guarding the frontier for many years.
"Thanks for your hard work"
The words weren't loud, but they were loud enough for him to hear clearly that they were addressed to him. He picked up his sword and quickly cleared a path around himself, somewhat surprised that the other person had understood him. He nodded and swiftly made a way.
"...Such a familiar movement..."
Watching the opponent's attack method, he inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity. He swiftly dispatched the remaining phantoms beside him with a flick of his sword, only then realizing where the familiarity lay:
That was his swordsmanship.
However, it must be said that his opponent's combat experience was indeed richer than his. In just a few moves, an opening was found, and with a flick of his spear, a blue dragon soared into the air, shattering most of the remaining phantoms.
He also voluntarily relinquished control of the battlefield to his opponent, only assisting in clearing out some minor monsters. Under this strange tacit understanding, the battle ended in no time.
"General! You've arrived just in time, and this gentleman beside you too..."
After the battle, the surviving soldiers were filled with lingering gratitude for the timely reinforcements, and occasionally glanced at themselves.
However, his gaze wasn't just filled with curiosity; among a very small number of people, he saw nostalgia.
"..."
Okay, it seems there's been another problem. I've actually gotten used to this kind of thing.
It's really rare.
"Thank you all for your trouble. I was just here on patrol. As for the gentleman beside me..."
"My name is Mo Wunian, uh... I came here by accident."
He gave his name, glanced at Ji Yan beside him, and visibly noticed the other man tremble slightly. The complex emotions in his eyes suddenly transformed into unwavering resolve.
"...General?"
Things have changed strangely again. The way the other person looks at me is definitely not the same as when we first met. I don't know what changed this time.
"...Just call me Ji Yan."
"May I be so bold as to ask what the three characters of 'Mo Wunian' are?"
I glanced at Ji Yan. Although I only knew a little about him from the game, it was enough to tell me that he was a trustworthy person.
Gentle, composed, resolute... and that hint of brokenness were also the main reasons he chose to slap the other person.
"The ink of ink, the nothingness of lawlessness, the longing of longing"
"Any questions?"
Ji Yan was stunned for a moment, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant, as if he had thought of something. Then he reached out his hand to him.
"Well, I see"
"I learned some things about you and the wanderers from the Prime Minister. Let's return to the military camp first and discuss what we have to say."
"This is not the place to talk."
He nodded in agreement—after all, the frequency here was quite unstable, and it wouldn't be too late to find out what he wanted to know in a safe place.
Fortunately, the location wasn't far from the military camp, and the group quickly arrived. He was then seated aside, waiting for Ji Yan to finish his business.
"Have you completed all the tasks I assigned?"
"Distribute the supplies to the other side first..."
"...Those with serious injuries should be treated first, the rest continue patrolling..."
Watching the other person's busy figure, just as he was checking his surroundings, he suddenly spotted a familiar ahoge (cowlick).
"To examine the heart?"
"Mo Wunian?"
The other person was clearly surprised to see him, and only after repeatedly confirming his presence did they put down what they were doing and come over.
"I didn't expect to see you here?"
"Yes, after I separated from the wanderers, I followed the supply team here."
"I didn't expect Brother Mo to come too."
"Brother Mo took his leave first back then, I never expected to meet you again today."
Although the reason for her visit was actually quite difficult to explain, and there was a hint of embarrassment in her eyes, she still nodded.
"Yes, it came unexpectedly."
"I've almost finished handling my own affairs."
"Can I help you with anything?"
After all, he was all alone here with nothing to do, which was quite awkward for him. Since he had come all the way to the front lines, he definitely had to help out.
Upon hearing Mo Wunian's words, Jianxin simply nodded, indicating that there were indeed some things that might require the other party's help.
"Brother Mo, do you know medicine?"
"Many people have been injured recently, and I'm quite busy. If Brother Mo knows anything about this, it could be of great help."
If you mean that, then he really is quite capable. His purple talent not only includes the ability to heal at will, but also comes with basic medical skills.
Combined with his other talent, he has no problem.
"Then you've come to the right person. I do know a little bit about this."
Jianxin nodded excitedly upon hearing this, and then led him to the area where the wounded were gathered at the rear.
The moment I stepped inside, I was hit by the stench of blood, and I couldn't help but frown—there were just too many wounded.
Even so, he heard little wailing; instead, there was mostly silence and hushed discussions.
"Doctor, can I still go to the front lines...? The situation is so urgent..."
"Can I still keep this leg...? If I lose this leg, I'll have to retire to the sidelines..."
"Woo..."
Witnessing the brutality of war for the first time, his heart was instantly stirred—as a young man who had been well protected in modern times, he had only ever seen words like "war" in the news.
"Are you alright, Brother Mo?"
"It's normal to be nervous when you encounter this situation for the first time..."
"I'm fine, do you need my help?"
He waved his hand to indicate that he was fine. After all, he had suffered quite a few injuries back in Beiluoye, and he wouldn't be scared off by a mere scratch.
The immediate priority should definitely be treating the wounds of the injured.
Jianxin quickly led him to the person in charge, who was extremely busy. He couldn't help but sigh once again at the cruelty of war, and a complex mix of emotions welled up inside him.
"Hey... Jianxin—"
"Come over here and help out—wait for the person next to you..."
The other person noticed the two people standing to the side, wiped the sweat from their brow, and was about to call for help when they saw themselves, but froze in place the moment they saw their own reflection.
"Mo Wunian?"
Hearing the other person seemingly call his name, he was slightly surprised but not much. However, Jianxin beside him was different. Her pupils dilated sharply, and she looked at him.
"My name is indeed Mo Wunian."
"Have we met before?"
The person in charge remained in shock, hurriedly grabbing a weapon and pointing it at himself. Startled, he quickly took a few steps back, truly afraid the weapon would be used without a word.
"Mo Wunian died on the battlefield three years ago! You wouldn't happen to be Su Huiyu's ghost, would you!"
"Ah... wait!"
"Which Mo Wunian is it? You haven't mistaken me for someone else, have you?"
"I just got here!"
Jianxin, seeing the situation, quickly stepped in front of him to stop the other person. She hurriedly defended those around her.
"I'm willing to vouch for this; the person beside me is definitely not the ghost of Su Huiyu."
"Young friend, please calm down."
The person in charge realized his actions had gone too far and carefully put away the weapon. He then looked at the person behind Jianxin for almost a minute or two before finally letting out a sigh of relief.
"I'm so sorry... you look so much like that person."
"Even their names are so similar... I almost thought it was a hallucination caused by Su Huiyu..."
He sensed something was amiss and was about to ask something when he glanced down and noticed something strange about one of the wounded men on the stretcher.
"Cold...so cold..."
His entire face had turned purple, and he was curled up to one side, blood slowly seeping out, his body pulsating abnormally—
"Check on this injured person first! Something's wrong."
He hurriedly reminded the others, and quickly crouched down to the side, soon determining that the other person had gone into shock due to excessive blood loss.
"He's in shock from excessive blood loss... Get the bandages first, let's stop the bleeding."
"Jianxin, help me see if we can get him to lie flat... to ensure adequate blood supply to vital organs like the brain..."
"Bring me anything that can keep him warm... I want to check if he's breathing properly..."
He proceeded with the arrangements methodically, perhaps because his aura was too powerful at that moment. The others were initially taken aback, but then quickly followed his instructions.
Fortunately, he noticed in time, and soon felt that the other person's breathing had stabilized. He breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, turned around, looked at the two people watching him, and scratched his head.
"What's wrong"
"I think I handled it correctly, right?"
Hearing themselves say that, the two of them snapped out of their daze and quickly shook their heads to indicate that there was no problem.
The person in charge looked at him with a more complicated expression, then walked over and patted him on the shoulder.
"I do suspect you have a connection with that person. If I didn't know he had no ties, I might suspect you're his brother or something."
"Your name is Mo Wunian, right?"
"Yes, the ink of ink, the 'nothingness' of lawlessness, and the 'longing' of yearning."
After explaining his name again, the person in charge sighed with regret, his tone tinged with nostalgia.
"It's just a difference of one word... the 'Mo' in 'Qiemo' (meaning 'don't')."
However, he didn't ask anything, after all, he sensed that something had happened to another wounded soldier—
Let's deal with things here first; his situation isn't urgent. Saving lives is the most important thing.
After working for a while, he finally sat down to catch his breath and wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Brother Mo, you've worked hard."
"I never expected you to be so knowledgeable about medicine. I'm truly impressed."
After resting for a while, he stood up, waved his hand to indicate that it was nothing, and silently lowered his head to look at the soldiers who were injured while protecting Jinzhou without saying a word.
"...I'm nothing special."
"I just did what I could."
No, you did very well.
The voice sounded behind him. Turning around, he saw the blue-haired man walking towards him with a smile on his face.
"General?"
"Avoid flames?"
Somewhat surprised that the other person would come over, I hurried over, and then sadly looked up.
"..."
How come this kid is so tall? Over 1.8 meters?!
"I've almost finished dealing with things over there, and I came over to check on Mo Wunian since he was here."
"Now it seems……"
Ji Yan didn't finish his sentence, but his gaze towards him held a newfound certainty and absolute certainty.
It was as if his identity had been confirmed.
Looking into the other person's eyes, which were filled with tenderness, longing, and relief—a complex and profound mix of emotions—an indescribable feeling welled up within him, leaving him momentarily at a loss for how to respond to this weighty emotion.
"Um...do you have time to chat with me?"
"Perhaps we need to clarify some things."
For example, the way you look at me is so strange, it's like we've known each other for years.
And he saw the shadow of his own swordsmanship in the moves the opponent used, which shouldn't be possible at all, right?
He had initially thought the other person would likely also be a riddle solver, but Ji Yan seemed to have been waiting for this very question, and nodded.
"Um"
"it is good"
Seeing that the other person didn't hesitate at all, and was even more eager than him, he felt that the other person's figure grew even taller—this guy could get along with...
He was serious when he said something.
If you need any more help, come find me later.
"Let me talk to them about some things first."
Jianxin and the person in charge glanced at the awkward atmosphere between the two, somewhat bewildered, and nodded, indicating that they should go and talk.
"It's alright, there's a side path here and the other side is there."
"General and Brother Mo, you can rest assured."
"Yes, General, please go without worry."
Ji Yan looked at him with gratitude, then led him to the room.
Sitting in their chairs, the two fell into an awkward silence, each seemingly waiting for the other to speak first. As time ticked by, he finally decided to be the one to speak first.
"General, I have long admired your name."
"But... this should be our first meeting, right?"
"But it seems like this isn't your first time seeing me."
I have a guess in mind, but the most important thing right now is to verify it.
There's no need for us to address each other as generals.
"...This should also be the first time we've met—"
"As a distinguished guest of Imaizumi"
The emphasis was placed on the latter half of the sentence, and after a brief connection, he set his sights on the person named "Mo Wunian".
"Then I'll be frank and speak plainly."
Who is Mo Wunian?
What is the connection between him and me in your eyes?
"Furthermore, during our previous battle, I could see traces of my swordsmanship in the techniques you used."
"In my memory, I have never passed on this sword technique to anyone else."
Could you answer some of my questions?
He blurted out everything he wanted to know in one breath, and the other person didn't seem surprised at all, presumably because the things he asked were within their expectations.
However, when Mo Wunian was mentioned, Ji Yan paused for a moment before slowly speaking, his eyes showing a hint of struggle and pain.
"He... could be considered my mentor, and also a member of the Night Return Army."
"I've known him since childhood, and he taught me many things."
"This sword technique was also taught to me by him."
"But...it's a pity that person was killed in the Battle of the Curved Blades three years ago..."
"Died in battle"
"..."
Okay, he knows pretty much everything now. His sharp mind raced; although he acknowledged that he would one day return to the past, he hadn't expected to meet Ji Yan.
They seem to be having a great time.
"So you think he and I are the same person, right?"
"But given your personality... where is the evidence to confirm this idea?"
Without evidence, nothing can be verified. It would be far too hasty to confirm anything based solely on appearance and swordsmanship.
This doesn't match his impression of that person.
"...That's true."
Making comments without evidence only causes trouble.
I have heard that a wanderer always carries a sword.
"In the information that Ling Yin gave me, I also briefly observed the shape of the sword—it's the same as the weapon Mo Wunian used back then."
"That man once told me that this sword was a symbol of his status."
"And I didn't find that sword when I was collecting that person's belongings."
"...If I could take a closer look, perhaps I could confirm it."
Ji Yan realized he might have been too hasty, and indeed, he didn't have any particularly compelling evidence against that person. He looked at the person with a hint of apology in his eyes.
But the next moment, he saw a sword gradually materialize in the other person's hand and be handed to him.
"Although that sword is my true form... a long time ago, I did indeed have a physical body."
Now, let's confirm what you're thinking.
"Avoid Flames"