“Kill all the people…?”
Gong Cheng felt a chill in his heart.
It is not uncommon for war to build a Jingguan to build a Beijing view. He also thinks that he has experienced so many twists and turns, and he has long been as hard as iron. It is difficult to have things in the world to make him emotionally out of control.
However, he still overestimated himself.
The person's words alone can affect his mood.
The other party's eyes were calm and void, without even a trace of ridicule: "What else? The essence of war is just the word 'life and death, victory or defeat'. The enemy will not lose until he dies, and we are the ones who will die without a burial place. My child, you don't think this is... Are you playing house?"
Today’s young people?
Huh, one generation is worse than the other.
If they were people of their time, how could they be as coy as Gong Cheng? Whether it's an enemy or a trench, just step over it. He didn't know why the old guy, who was always decisive and decisive, chose Gong Cheng. This guy was so cowardly.
Gong Cheng said flatly: "Of course not."
The visitor did not listen to his words and continued: "Before I came to see you, I got to know you a little bit. You have no loyalty to Bei Mo, but you have to fight for Bei Mo."
Gong Cheng said: "So what?"
Laughter overflowed from the visitor's throat and he changed the topic: "I was born in a small tribe in the Northern Desert. I traveled far away to make a living and practiced martial arts. When I came back, my father died, my mother died, and my first wife was kidnapped and humiliated. When I found her, she She is already pregnant with an evil seed in her belly, and there is a five-year-old girl beside her. Guess, who did all this? Don’t you think that all the countries in the northwest are righteous soldiers? Leading the army with strict discipline? "
Gong Cheng didn’t understand why he suddenly mentioned this.
“You don’t want to think that Beimo is also innocent, right?”
Commer: "There are no innocent people under the attack of soldiers."
The situation of the first wife was a little better than that of the female prisoners captured in the same group. Because of her outstanding beauty, she was not reduced to a prostitute camp for the pleasure of the soldiers. Instead, she was used as a flattering gift to the little boss. The men she followed later either died in battle or wanted to use her in exchange for greater benefits, and finally followed this one.
The daughter and the unborn child are both of the current generation.
There are four more women like his wife in the current backyard, and the other five have been given to colleagues or promoted to higher-ups to establish relationships. She was just the more favored one among the ten walking trophies, and she had given birth to children, so she was not changed hands again.
When the first wife saw her husband, who had been away for many years but still looked young, the color on her pretty face faded. She didn’t know what she thought of, and she tremblingly pulled her daughter into her arms. Her lips trembled and she couldn't utter a word, but her eyes were full of fear for her husband.
The visitor fell into silence at this scene.
Most of the women in the Northern Desert grew up wild, and their skin was roughened by the harsh and changeable environment. No matter how good their foundation was, they had to be compromised, but they had a special wildness. Freedom, exuberance, enthusiasm, publicity, tenacity... are like a handful of grass seeds that can take root, grow and multiply wherever they fly on the wind.
The first wife in front of him was strange to him.
The skin on her cheeks and neck is delicate and snow-white. Although the material of her clothes is not brocade or silk, it is not comparable to that of ordinary people. Her eyebrows and eyes, lightly painted with pink and white, are filled with melancholy. When she looked at herself with pleading eyes, she couldn't see the features of a Northern Desert woman at all.
The environment and the world can really change people beyond recognition.
He stretched out his hand: "I won't kill you." 】
Fa's wife was in tears and shook her head crazily.
Kneeling on the ground, she held her daughter tightly in her arms and took a few steps back on her knees. She dared not speak. She could not use poor elegant language, which would irritate her husband, but she could not use her unfamiliar mother tongue, which would become a death knell.
His eyes darkened: 【Are you worried that I will kill you? 】
The wife shook her head again, and the crystal tears she had accumulated fell with her movements. The daughter in her arms was strangled by her, and she wanted to struggle uncomfortably: [Auntie, let daddy kill him—]
The wife was so frightened that she turned pale and hurriedly covered her daughter's mouth.
Seeing that the girl couldn't breathe, his eyes fell on his wife Gao Long's belly: "Of course I can't blame you for what happened to you. I won't kill you. I will take you away and start over, but - this These two scoundrels cannot be allowed to stay! 】
Fa’s wife’s answer was still shaking her head.
She still refused to let go of her daughter.
With tears in his eyes, he shook his head and sobbed in his unfamiliar native language: "I won't go with you!" You can't hurt my daughter! 】
Of course she missed her husband. She missed her husband all the time when she was most desperate, and it was this longing that sustained her during the most difficult two years. Until I met this man, he was not a good husband and had no tenderness at all, but he provided himself with a stable life.
She cannot disobey this husband.
If she disobeys, she will be handed over to a stranger.
She thought that she liked him a little bit.
Since her daughter was born, she has repeated these thoughts to herself over and over again. She has learned from the other women in the backyard to be docile and considerate. From being awkward and making jokes at the beginning, to becoming familiar with the world later, she seems to have completely integrated into the world that she has not been exposed to in the previous twenty years.
By chance, the real husband appeared.
The moment she saw the other person, what emerged in her heart was not the joy of escaping from life and being reunited as husband and wife, but a sense of fear and suffocation on the verge of death. The stable future that could originally be seen at a glance was forced to be shrouded in a layer of fog.
【In this case, let's exchange one life for another! Do you want the person in your arms to live, or the person in your belly to live? Only one of these two children can leave alive! What happened to you is that I am incompetent, but everyone involved in this matter will die! 】
Fa's wife hesitated for several breaths.
Hold her daughter's hand and loosen it slightly.
She gently pushed her daughter towards her husband. Her daughter's expression was dull and numb, and she was obviously frightened. Just as the visitor was about to sneer, blood spilled from the corner of the woman's mouth. His facial features were severely distorted by the severe pain, and he stretched out his hand towards her husband.
【...The child...annoys you, takes care of it...】
The severe pain made her teeth chatter.
She wanted to roll on the ground.
【Give me a good time, Brother Yun——】
The man who came here killed his wife and went on a killing spree, leaving not even a yellow dog to guard the house. When the man of the house rushed back after hearing the news, he only saw more than a dozen of his children hanging on the beams, and his daughter who was hiding in the corner shivering and unknown. The ground was strewn with corpses of wives, concubines, servants, and maids, and a strange and brave warrior stood in the middle.
The anger over the murder of his wife, concubines, and children was far less intense than his desire to escape, and he did so. In the end, he was picked up by the other party's neck, and his limbs had already been shattered by the other party's force. He waited desperately for death, but he heard the voice of the murderer in his ears. The latter turned to face the girl in the corner, the child who looked very much like his first wife: [Kill him, you live! 】
The girl held the dagger covered in warm blood and screamed out of control as she pierced the man's body with the dagger one after another. She didn't know where the vital points of the human body were, and she wasn't strong enough to kill him with one blow. The man wanted to struggle at first, but in the end he looked numbly at the sky.
As the blood flows away, so does the vitality.
The murderer of the family was sitting next to him, looking at the same scarlet sunset with him like a good friend chatting: [Is it tragic? Cruel? Has humanity been lost? But aren’t you all asking for it? As long as there are people like you and me, there will be a steady stream of innocent women like Amu Qing. These people died because of me and they died because of you. You and I are both guilty. 】
The **** hand patted his cheek.
【You should atone for your killing, and so do I. 】
Going round and round, the girl grew up little by little. She found a man she liked, and she also had a child of her own. That child also sprouted and grew like a grass seed. Free, vigorous, enthusiastic, flamboyant, tenacious... just like every woman in the Northern Desert.
It is a pity that the girl died in her second childbirth, and her husband was captured in battle, and finally died after being quartered on five horses. His head became an embellishment at a Beijing event in Camel City, and tens of thousands of people cheered for victory. Their only child escaped death and was entrusted to him.
At that time, he was already a famous warrior in the Northern Desert.
Siege cities and plunder lands, kill people and set fire to them.
What he does is no different from people in the past or people today, just like a wild beast that must kill if it wants to survive. Killing is for survival, and the two are like a strange circle. The doubts that plagued my entire youth have never been solved.
Until he was defeated and captured.
He was seriously injured and ready to die.
Now, it's his turn to atone for his killing.
But he did not die. Instead, he met a handsome young man dressed as a foreigner. The young man was the First Master. The First Master was a very knowledgeable man. His voice was naturally frivolous: "Death is escape, not atonement. Living is atonement." . 】
【Making killings to atone for killings? 】
【What's not to do? Is this difficult to understand? End war with war! Only when there is no more you and me in the world, and the divided land merges into one, can the sins of the whole body be truly washed away! The final result requires constant killing during the process to achieve it! This is the price! As long as this can be achieved, there will no longer be a woman like your wife. Whether it is the Northern Desert or places outside the Northern Desert. 】
The young man’s voice is very seductive.
It was like a hand lifting away the fog that had troubled him for many years.
In order to stop killing, one must kill.
It doesn’t matter whose sword it is.
The result is the most important!
As the general of the Northern Desert, he completely surrendered to the young Wu Kingdom and continued to do what he had repeated countless times before, leading troops to charge into battle and losing countless lives under his command. Wu Guo gave him hope. This hope was finally extinguished a hundred years ago.
His thoughts were withdrawn and he looked at Gong Cheng.
"Because your ancestors have fought against the Northern Desert for many years, you don't want to be used by the Northern Desert. You just take action all the time because you feel that you are helping the enemy. But in the eyes of the old man, you are half-hearted. Outsiders will think that you only attack the enemy. The general takes action, but you don't take action against the soldiers and think you are noble and upright? Hypocritical! No matter which starting point is, as long as you can achieve the goal in the end."
As long as you can reach the end.
Who do you expect to reach the end?
It does not matter.
It could be the Wu Kingdom back then, or it could be the Northern Desert today.
Gong Cheng closed his eyes to steady his wavering heart, and admitted frankly: "The junior is indeed not a magnanimous gentleman. He is a hypocrite or a real villain. These false names are not important. The senior is willing to use his own experience to persuade the junior. That is because he looks down on the junior, but The junior is different from the senior. You have great ambitions in your heart and want peace in the world, while the junior just wants to protect the safety of your only blood relatives..."
The other party sneered when he heard this.
The laughter contained murderous intent: "It's a waste of time to pass down his lifelong martial arts knowledge to a loser like you who has no ambitions."
Gong Cheng stabbed neither softly nor hard: "When Gong passes away for them, seniors can help find a talented person with great ambitions. This secret technique of [Enlightenment] is not difficult to learn."
The visitor just said: "Three updates the day after tomorrow!"
If Gong Cheng doesn't go, he will bear the consequences at his own risk.
When the opponent's breath completely disappeared, Gong Cheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. When he came to his senses, he later realized that his left hand was covered with a layer of light blue ice and snow. He clenched his fists and gathered strength. There was a crunching sound, and the ice exploded and fell off, shattering into **** at his feet.
"Although it is just an incarnation, the strength of the twenty Chehous is indeed terrifying. Kang Guo may be doomed this time..." He murmured in his mouth, out of concern for his homeland, but he also knew that he did not have the qualifications, so he could only Press down hard.
The second day, late.
The border fortress is filled with a cold and murderous atmosphere.
Chu Jie, dressed in smart clothes, sat in the hall, sitting cross-legged and regulating his breath.
Not long after, there was a sound of armor joints clashing outside. The person was wearing full armor. As he stepped into the hall, he raised his hand and swung it in front of him. The ferocious devil's mask turned into martial energy and was collected in his palm: "Marshal, I just received the Got two messages."
Chu Jie finished the last week and collected his breath.
Opened his eyes: "General Bai, please speak."
The news can be told by Bai Su himself, which shows the importance.
Bai Sudao: "One is the news from the Royal Court. Jiang Xiandeng, the Secretary of the Ministry of War, used the method of a scribe, and saw that dark clouds were covering the master's heart, and there was a fear of something happening at the border. A few of the master's men secretly separated from the main army and came here, so they should be able to arrive in advance. Secondly, a warrior surnamed Yun appears in the Northern Desert Camp. His strength is unknown, but judging from the reaction of the senior officials in the Northern Desert, he is probably a troublesome person."
"Yun's surname... warrior?"
Chu Jie stood up from his seat.
The surname Yun is not common.
By chance, they knew a man named Yun.
The warrior surnamed Yun joined the Northern Desert camp. What is his relationship with General Yun Yuanmou? Thinking of Bai Su's information in the second half of the story, I felt a little ominous. He remembered that Yun Ce mentioned that he was an orphan adopted by his teacher and took his teacher's surname.
Yunce’s teacher was also named Yun.
He is also a reclusive master with unpredictable strength.
Seeing the change in Chu Jie's expression, Bai Su knew that Chu Jie was thinking the same thing as him: "The marshal is worried that the warrior is General Yun's teacher? It's not impossible, his teacher's strength is..."
Those words were swallowed back by Bai Su.
Warriors of that level have only been heard in rumors.
It’s not like the Lord never thought of recruiting each other, but in the end for some reason he left it alone. Yun Ce and Xian Yujian have not gone back to visit relatives in these years, which is a bit weird.
Chu Jie said: "It could also be a coincidence."
Although this is unlikely.
Bai Su raised his hand and put the visor back on. A cold voice came from behind the visor. Matched with the ferocious ghost face, it seemed like a real evil ghost whispering: "If it is really General Yun's teacher, the only option is to fight to the death. Twenty and so on." It’s not like you can’t kill Chehou!”
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Shiigugu didn’t pay much attention to the website’s activities. Some readers said before that Qi Shan’s character entered the 50th place in the update festival (although it later dropped to 51). Yesterday, another reader mentioned this in the group and asked if there would be an extra episode, so Wrote this.
PS: In fact, this update festival has nothing to do with quitting me, but the ranking of Qishan was voted for by everyone, so we prepared it in advance.
PPS: Yesterday I caught the high-speed train for seven hours, five of which I stood on my feet. I also had a cold and felt uncomfortable. When I got home, I kept catching up on my sleep, so I posted a side story. I also know that some readers are not interested in the extras, so I have reminded you in the title not to order them by mistake.
PPPS: The beginning of the new book is being prepared. It’s hard to say the specific content. One feature that can be revealed is that the heroine is very good at needlework (#鬼面)