There was no shyness when these two people were talking, and everyone passing by heard it. However, this kind of "street politician" is very common. Those little civilians who are idle and have nothing to do often like to brag about with a few companions.

If you can’t be a leader in reality, isn’t it okay to have fun with your mouth? Why, the law does not allow people to brag?

In addition, one of these two people was a private soldier with a stinky bodyguard and the other was a ragged old beggar. No one took them seriously.

When Mo Qian said that he wanted to be a marshal, many people burst into laughter when they heard it.

However, the old beggar was extremely calm. He did not feel that Mo Qian was arrogant and taboo, nor did he sarcastically and mocked him. He just asked calmly: "Oh? I want to be a marshal, but I am very ambitious. Then why do you want to be a marshal?"

Mo Qian clenched his fists firmly and said boldly: "I want to lead the army to recover lost territory and restore the motherland."

"If you think this way, you will never be a marshal and can only be a soldier for the rest of your life." The old beggar laughed, "Training troops to fight is the general's business. When have you ever seen the old marshal lead troops to fight? They will write a document and throw it to the hawks and tell them who to fight next. As for how to fight, whether they can fight or not, it is the general's business, not what the marshal has to worry about."

Mo Qian scratched his head with some distress: "Then you are too relaxed to treat this marshal? I can do it now."

"Easy? You young man, you are so shocking and endless." The old beggar suddenly narrowed his eyes, and his tone became deeper than ever before. "You only see the marshal making decisions, but you don't see how difficult it is to make a decision, and you don't know how terrible the consequences it will cause when signing a wrong document."

"If you don't say anything else, just say that the collapse has been broken for three years. Everyone knows that the "Republic Federal Mutual Aid Treaty" is powerless and humiliating the country, but can you refuse to sign? No, if you refuse to sign at that time, now we can't eat fruits and chat, maybe they will all rot in the loess." The old beggar looked at Mo Qian with interest and asked quietly, "The leaders understand the truth, but the people don't understand. They can only see what is today, but not what is going on ten or twenty years later. So, whoever writes his name on it will bear the infamous for the rest of his life and is criticized by thousands of people. Can you withstand this pressure?"

"Talking about the Northern Expedition two years ago, do you know what danger the Republic of China was in at that time? That was a critical moment. There were only a few people in the court and the country supported the Northern Expedition. Once it failed, the country's economy would collapse like an avalanche." The old beggar narrowed his eyes and his voice was as deep as the sea. "At this time, the closest general around you advised you not to fight the Northern Expedition. The most powerful adviser told you that the Northern Expedition would be defeated. The best soldiers said they had no confidence to win, and the most trusted subordinates also knelt outside the door to death to advise. There was only a young general in his early twenties and under-full wings told you: I will win."

The old beggar's words were very contagious. Mo Qian was immersed in his heart and unconsciously fell into the context. His face turned white and red, and he was covered in cold sweat. Then, the old beggar's voice came again: "In this situation of disagreement, can you still maintain your own judgment? Do you dare to bear the crisis of the entire country on yourself when you are against all civil and military officials and generals, sign your name in the expedition documents, and then tell the young general: Go, let go and fight, it is yours for winning the credit, and I will bear the guilt if you lose."

The old beggar picked up the last fruit in the bag, didn't eat it, but just held it in his hand and played with it, and said with a smile: "How about it? Do you still want to be a marshal? Do you still think it's easy to sign and sign every day?"

"I want to be it! I'm not afraid!" In Mo Qian's tone, seven points came from sincerity, but three points were stubborn and stubborn.

"Oh? It's so good to be young, I won't admit defeat." The old beggar threw fruit up and down and said playfully, "Okay, let's not talk about fake things, I'll just ask you a question. If you make a decision now, you're 100% sure that the decision is correct. But at the same time, there is someone around you who opposes you, how do you solve it?"

Mo Qian has always been a naughty man and never thought of these strange problems. He touched his nose and said seriously: "Then I will leave him. When the decision is completed, I will show him the correct results."

"Okay, what if there are ten people who object?"

"Then I will leave these ten people and make my decision by myself."

"Yes, if one person opposes, leave one person, and if ten people opposes, leave ten people, run quite fast. What if everyone in the city opposes you?"

Mo Qian said in confusion: "If a decision can be opposed by the whole city, it must be wrong, right?"

"Do you think so? The destruction of the wilderness purge order at the beginning of the eighth year has not only been opposed by one city, but judging from the current results, do you think it is correct or wrong?"

After hearing this, Mo Qian thought about it carefully for a while. Although the clearing of the wilderness made Wu and bloody, it was very uncomfortable for him, it is undeniable that in the past two years, wilderness forces have attacked cities less and less, and the wilderness that was once difficult for official forces to enter seemed to be slowly returning to the country little by little.

Mo Qian cheered up and said seriously: "Okay, if the whole city opposes me, I will leave this city and go to a city that supports me, and then work hard with them! You have nothing to say!"

"What if the whole country opposes you?" The old beggar was like teasing a mouse in a cage. His voice was calm and leisurely, but he closed it step by step, pushing Mo Qian down the edge of the cliff, and behind him was a deep abyss.

After hearing this, Mo Qian froze in the spot for a long time, as if it had solidified, like a prey, facing a fully armed hunter, there was no way out.

I don’t know how long it took, but Mo Qian suddenly closed his eyes and fell straight to the ground, leaving him lying on his back.

A minute passed, half an hour passed, and an hour passed.

A few hours later, the sun sets and the moon rises, the stars change, and above the bright sky, the magnificent Milky Way envelopes the entire world, and shines a haunting glimmer in the darkness.

At this time, the night sky above Mo Qian's head has experienced many vicissitudes and witnessed the rise and fall of tides. In the thousands of years of history, how many people are like Mo Qian who are lying on their backs in contemplation?

During the time when Mo Qian fell to the ground, the old beggar didn't say a word, but just sat with a smile, looking at Mo Qian with his eyes closed, as if waiting for his answer.

After a long time, the old beggar laughed silently. He knew that this question was too difficult for young people like Mo Qian. Many leaders had never figured it out in their entire lives and could not find the answer.

Just as the old beggar stood up and was about to leave, Mo Qian, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, without confusion, without confusion, only a clear light: "The right and wrong, there will be comments from future generations!"

After hearing this, the old beggar trembled suddenly, turned around in shock, looked at Mo Qian with clear eyes, and stood in place in a daze, muttering: "Okay...Okay...Okay..."
Chapter completed!