"Kill everyone...?"
Gong Cheng felt a chill in his heart.
Waging wars, slaughtering cities, and building capitals were not uncommon in wars. He also thought that after experiencing so many twists and turns, his heart had already become as hard as iron. It was difficult for anything in this world to make him lose control of his emotions again.
However, he still overestimated himself.
The visitor affected his mood with just one word.
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?
Hmph, one generation is worse than the other.
If they were people of their time, how could they be as coquettish 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 in killing, 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."
< br>Gong Cheng said: "So what?"
Laughter burst from the visitor's throat and changed the subject: "I was born in a small tribe in the Northern Desert. I was a conspirator back then. She was born to practice martial arts and left for a foreign land. When she came back, her father and mother were dead, and her first wife was kidnapped and humiliated. When she found her, she was already pregnant with a child, and she had a five-year-old daughter beside her. Guess who these are. Did you do it? Don’t you think that all the countries in the northwest are righteous troops?”
Gong Cheng didn’t understand why he suddenly mentioned this.
“You don’t want to say that Beimo is also innocent, right?”
Visitor: "No one is innocent under the attack of soldiers."
The situation of my wife was a little better than that of the female prisoners of the same batch. Because of her outstanding beauty, she was not reduced to a prostitute camp for the pleasure of the soldiers. It was presented to the little boss as a flattering gift. 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 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 to higher-ups for relationship building. She was just one of the more favored among the ten walking trophies, and she had given birth to children, so she was not changed hands again.
The first wife saw her husband, who had been away for many years but still looked young, and the color drained from her pretty face. 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 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. 】
My 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 with some discomfort: [Auntie, let daddy kill him——]
The first wife was so frightened that she turned pale and hurriedly covered her daughter's mouth.
Looking at the girl who couldn't breathe, his eyes fell on his wife Gao Long's lower abdomen: [Of course I can't blame you for what happened to you. I won't kill you, I will take you away. Start over, but—these two scoundrels cannot be kept! 】
Fa’s wife’s answer was still to shake her head.
He still refused to let go of his 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 him 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 had to obey her husband.
If she doesn’t comply, she will be transferred to a stranger again.
She thought that she liked him a little bit.
Ever since her daughter was born, she has repeated these thoughts to herself over and over again. She has learned to be docile and considerate from the other women in the backyard. From the beginning of being a fool and making jokes, to the subsequent familiarity, she seems to have completely integrated into the routine that she had not interacted with in the previous twenty years. world.
However, 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.
The hand holding her daughter's hand relaxed 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. Her facial features were severely distorted by the severe pain, and she reached out to her husband.
[...The child... is annoying you, take care of it...]
The severe pain made her teeth chatter up and down.
She wanted to roll on the ground.
【Give me a good time, Brother Yun——】
The visitor 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 of the house, as well as his daughter who was hiding in the corner shivering and not knowing where she was. The ground was strewn with corpses of wives, concubines, servants, and maids, and a strange and brave warrior stood in the middle.
The anger of his wife, concubines and children being killed was far less strong 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, screamed out of control, and plunged the dagger into the man's body 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. 】
A bloody hand patted his cheek.
【You should atone for your killing, and so do I. 】
He took his wife and the girl away, burned the place with a fire, and buried his wife on the slope where he often went when he was young. The sunset scenery here is beautiful. The world is vast and the breeze never stops. It is said that after the death of every citizen of the Northern Desert, their soul will turn into a small grass seed, which will rise with the wind and fall when the wind stops. He left here with the girl and doubts.
Going round and round, the girl grew up little by little. She had a man she liked, and she also had a child of her own, and that child sprouted and grew like grass seeds. Free, vigorous, enthusiastic, flamboyant, tenacious... just like every woman in the Northern Desert.
Unfortunately, the girl died in childbirth for the second time, and her husband was captured in battle. He was eventually quartered on five horses. His head became an embellishment at a Beijing event in Camel City, with tens of thousands of people cheering 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 the city, plunder the territory, kill people and set fire to them.
What he did was no different from people in the past or people now. It was like a wild beast that had to kill if it wanted 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. 】
【Atoning for killing by causing killing? 】
【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 was very seductive.
It was also 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.
Results are the most important!
As a general in 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 evildoers, but in the eyes of the old man, it’s all half-measures. Outsiders will Because you only take action against the enemy generals and not the soldiers, do you think you are being honest? No matter what the starting point is, as long as you can reach the end."
Who are you looking forward to reaching the end?
It's not important.
It could be the Wu Kingdom back then, or it could be the Northern Desert today.
Gong Cheng closed his eyes to stabilize his wavering heart, and admitted frankly: "The junior is indeed not a magnanimous gentleman. Whether he is a hypocrite or a real villain, these false names are not important. The senior is willing to use his own experiences to persuade the junior. That is looking down upon the juniors, but the juniors are different from the seniors. You have great ambitions in your heart and want the world to be peaceful, while the juniors just want to protect the safety of your only blood relatives..."
The other party sneered when he heard this.
The laughter implies murderous intent: "His lifelong martial arts knowledge is passed down to you, a loser with no ambitions. It is really a waste of resources."
Gong Cheng stabbed neither softly nor hard: "When Gong passes away for them, seniors can help find a talented person with great ambitions. The 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.
When the other party's breath disappeared completely, 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 slag at his feet.
"Although it is just an incarnation, the strength of the twenty-level Chehou is indeed terrifying. Kang State may be doomed this time..." He murmured in his mouth, which was worried about his homeland, but he also knew I don't have the qualifications, so I can only suppress it hard.
The next day, late.
The border fortress is filled with a cold and murderous atmosphere.
Chu Jie, dressed in smart clothes, sat cross-legged in the hall and adjusted his breath.
Not long after, there was a sound of armor joints clashing outside. The person was wearing full armor. When he stepped into the hall, he raised his hand and swiped it in front of him. The ferocious evil ghost mask turned into martial energy and was collected in his palm. : "Marshal, I just received two pieces of news."
Chu Jie finished his last week and collected his breath.
Opening his eyes: "General Bai, please speak."
The news that Bai Su can say in person shows the importance.
Bai Sudao: "One is the news from the royal court. Jiang Xiandeng, the Minister of the Ministry of War, used his scribes' methods and saw that dark clouds were covering the master's heart, and there was fear of an accident at the border. A few of the master's men secretly broke away from the main army and came. , should be able to arrive early. 2. Then, a warrior surnamed Yun appeared in the Beimo camp. His strength is unknown, but judging from the reaction of the top management in Beimo, he is probably a troublesome one."
"A warrior named Yun?"
Chu Jie stood up from his seat.
The surname Yun is not common.
Coincidentally, they knew a man named Yun.
The warrior surnamed Yun who 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.
Yun Ce’s teacher is also named Yun.
He is also a hidden master with unpredictable strength.
Seeing the change in Chu Jie's expression, Bai Su knew that he had something in mind with him: "The marshal is worried that the warrior is General Yun's teacher? It's not impossible, his teacher's strength is..."
Those few The words were swallowed back by Bai Su.
Warriors of that level have only been heard in rumors.
It’s not like the Lord has never thought about 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 might be a coincidence."
Although this is unlikely.
Bai Su raised his hand and put the visor back on, and 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, only Even if there is a fight to the death, even twenty Chehous cannot be killed!”
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Shiigugu didn’t pay much attention to the activities of the website. 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 was in the group I brought this up and asked if there would be any extras, so I wrote this article.
PS: In fact, this update festival has nothing to do with quitting me, but the ranking of Qi Shan was voted for by everyone, so we prepared it in advance.
PPS: Yesterday I rode the high-speed train for seven hours, five hours 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 warned 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 I can reveal is that the heroine is very good at needlework (#鬼面)