Wei Si suddenly knelt down and cried, everyone's faces couldn't help but change slightly, and all the joy and admiration before were gone.

Wei Yi couldn't hold back either, looked up to the sky and sighed, turned over and dismounted and was about to kneel down. Only he understands that the reason why his fourth brother kneels is not only a heartbroken brotherhood, but also a kind of brother's shame for his brother.

For Wei Wu's brothers, Wei Si is their fourth brother. Now that the fourth brother is kneeling, he, as the eldest brother, should kneel even more, because he failed to take care of his younger brothers.

Wei Wu, who was running over excitedly on the opposite side, was stunned at first when he saw this scene, and then his face changed greatly, and he stopped his mount vigorously, turned over and dismounted his horse and walked forward.

At the same time, three horses flew out of the team behind him, and they also fell off their horses when they galloped close, and they galloped together, which were the other three Wei family brothers.

The two sides of the carriage got closer and closer, and finally Wei Wu arrived first, grabbed Wei Yi before his knees hit the ground, and exclaimed: "Big brother, what are you going to do here?" Fourth brother, hurry up, what is the ...... What the hell is going on?"

He asked urgently, but his eyes scanned the crowd, but he never saw the figure of the second brother and the third brother, his heart suddenly sank, and his hands and feet couldn't help trembling slightly.

Of the eight brothers, he is the most clever. This is also the reason why the southern group was handed over to him to lead the team when the two were separated.

At this moment, when I suddenly saw the heartbroken appearance of the two elder brothers, and even had to kneel down for these younger brothers, I had a slight guess in my heart. At this moment, if you don't find Wei Er and Wei San, how can you not think that something happened?

The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, he hurriedly pulled Wei Yi up, and then turned around to pull Wei Si, and Wei Liu, Wei Qi, and Wei Ba also rushed over behind him, and they all came to persuade him.

Wei Wu pulled Wei Si up, and saw that Wei Si's blood-red eyes were a little crazy, obviously unable to speak properly, so he looked at Wei Yi.

Wei Yi looked up to the sky, sobbing and choking: "Little Wu, I can't stand you as an elder brother, you second brother and third brother...... They...... Went to ......"

Rumble!

This sentence was like a muffled thunder, Wei Wu's body shook, and his spirit couldn't help but become in a trance. The last bit of luck in my heart will never exist again.

Second brother and third brother...... It's gone? How could it be, how could it be gone? Just kidding, it's only been half a year, and I still remember that when the troops were divided, the second brother patted himself on the shoulder and earnestly warned himself to take care of himself.

But now, he and the others are all fine, but the second brother who repeatedly told him to take care of himself is gone.

It's gone, it's gone...... The second brother is gone, the third brother is gone, what the hell is going on? Why is this happening?!

The cries of Wei Liu, Wei Qi, and Wei Ba around him suddenly sounded at the same time, obviously knowing the bad news. hugged Wei Si and a few others, knelt on the ground, and cried blood.

"Ahh The branches of the trees near the earthquake were trembling, like the roar of a wounded beast.

On the other side, Meng Jian, who came with Wei Wu, couldn't figure out the situation for a while, so he had to greet Su Mo first, and then asked in a low voice.

Su Mo's face was full of pathos, he shook his head bitterly and didn't speak, just let out a soft sigh. Let Meng Jian go and arrange the soldiers first, and then turn around and walk towards Wei Wu. In this situation, the only person who is most suitable to come forward is him, and he must face it. After all, Wei Er and Wei San's deaths were all burdened by his strategy.

In the crowd behind, Xu Pengju also had a gloomy face. As the main family, although he didn't have much grief for the death of Wei Er and Wei San, he still had some feelings after all. Especially since he went out, he has been accompanied by Bajian all the way to protect him, how can he not feel a little bit after getting along for a long time?

Maybe before he met Su Mo, this feeling would have made him feel so deeply. Because in this age, a servant is only a servant after all, and when he dies, he dies, like breaking a dish at home. The isolation of the hierarchy has formed a general environment in which the entire society is this kind of cognition, and it is no wonder that he is unkind.

But since he met Su Mo, although Su Mo has never said anything like equality, in his every move, the deep-rooted concept of equality in later generations has imperceptibly affected the people around him all the time.

As a person who has been sticking to Su Mo all day long, for Su Mo, the boss, he admires him very much, this influence is more and more profound. At this time, the feeling of the Eight Jian Pawns has already unconsciously changed a lot.

In his heart, Bajian was no longer just a simple domestic servant, but had begun to move closer to his companions, robes, or even brothers. It's just that this kind of change is not noticed by himself, so at this moment, the complicated feeling in his heart makes him a little overwhelmed. I can only watch silently, but there seems to be an indescribable emotion brewing in my heart, churning, like an undercurrent under the ice floes, stirring and turbulent......

The next moment, when this backlog had accumulated to a certain critical point, he suddenly took a deep breath, turned around and ran back. His eyes were full of cold murderous intent, and the overflowing murderous aura made his originally delicate face slightly hideous.

With his sudden move, everyone else was paying attention to the Wei family brothers and Su Mo in front of him, and they didn't notice it. But Chang Leopard and Chang Hu, who have been watching coldly, can see it clearly.

At this moment, the two glanced at each other, Chang Hu's eyes showed an inquiry, Chang Bao turned his mind slightly, suddenly his face changed, and he shouted: "Not good!"

Chang Hu was stunned, thought for a while, whispered a few words to Chang Xiong Chang Zhen, and hurriedly followed.

On the ploughs lined up, the Mongol captives huddled into a pile with each other, relying on each other's body temperature for warmth. On the first plough, Urusborot lay alone, staring blankly at the blue sky overhead.

Unlike the other captives, he was covered with two thick blankets, and under the bright sun, he could not feel the slightest coldness. But he only felt endless cold in his heart, not even a little warmth.

The eyes of the Mongol captives around him were like knives, stabbing him all over his body. There was no longer the awe and reverence of the past, but instead there was suspicion, indifference, and even the slightest wisp of hatred and hatred.

The reason for this sentiment is not only because of the defeat in this war, but also because of the rumors that have been circulating for a long time.

In order to survive for themselves, they forced their most loyal subordinates to commit suicide, which is not only a stain, but also a shame! Loyalty, of course, the warriors are willing to interpret it with their lives, but if the subject and the object are reversed, and they are forced to get by the superiors, they are always full of endless ruthlessness and indifference.

No one wants to serve such a master. Urusborot knew that he had lost the hearts of his mind, and no matter how much he tried to justify it, no matter what the truth was at the time, when the last of his loyal servants died, he would be speechless.

Do you want to despise me? Do you all look down on me? Even the guilt of this defeat should be blamed on me? Okay, okay, it's all my fault, it's all my damn fault! But fuck I'm wronged, who am I going to tell this full of grievances?

That's it, since you can't say it, just don't say it, whatever you think. All the guilt and all the basins are buckled on me, and I don't care. Lao Tzu is despicable, he is shameless, the reason for the defeat is because of me, what is the matter?

I am the son of my father, and I was born above you civilians, and you should have died for me. When I go back, I will still be a dignified Mongolian Ertaiji and a left-wing 20,000 Jinong, no matter how dissatisfied you untouchables are, it will be useless.

Right now, as long as I honestly cooperate with that Da Ming Qincha, as long as I can survive, then there is hope for everything, and everything will start from scratch in the near future......

He closed his eyes slightly, silently thinking. The original resentment and shame on his face gradually faded, and his heart began to calm down in a rare way.

Once a person abandons his persistence and abandons the final bottom line, then there will be nothing in this world that he cares about. In addition to his life, as well, cowardice......

An exclamation sounded in his ears, interrupting his thoughts, which made him a little unhappy. Having changed his mentality, he became more and more disgusted with those former subjects. The Mongols are still too backward and too wild. Compared with the Central Plains, it is far less than the broad civilization and long history of the Central Plains culture.

Thinking like this, he opened his eyes to despise his fellow people around him. However, as soon as the eyes opened, he was greeted by a fist with a fierce wind sound in the field of vision.

"Ahh

The impact of the fist and the fragile eyebrow bone made his head tilt back violently, accompanied by a burst of dizziness and severe pain, which made him involuntarily let out a terrible wail.

Why, why did you hit me again? What did I do wrong? No, no, no, what do you need me to do? Just tell me, it doesn't need to be like this. Strangely, his first thought was not anger or resistance, but such reflection and grievance.

"Don't fight, don't fight, do whatever you want me to do......" He curled up with his hands on his head, wailing loudly. The wounds on his shoulders and thighs cracked again, and the pain made him feel like he was worse than dead.

The loss of faith and the heart of a brave man caused his patience with physical pain to decline greatly, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

All the Mongol captives next to him looked at them coldly, and none of them showed even the slightest hint of resentment or regret. In all the eyes, there is indifference, disdain, and deep ridicule and contempt.

Xu Pengju's face was hideous, gritting his teeth and not saying a word, but the fists in his hands kept falling like raindrops, and he had to kick a few times from time to time. Fortunately, he has always been stubborn, and he doesn't know how to use fists and feet at all, so he kicks so wildly, except for the first surprise that caused pain to Urusborot, the back is not painful at all, but he himself is so tired that he is panting, and he is about to become a dead dog.

"Pengju, stop, stop!" Chang Leopard, who came from behind, saw it from a distance, and said secretly in his heart, and hurriedly shouted.

A few steps forward, he grabbed the hand he was about to fall, and before he could speak, his eyes couldn't help but be stunned.

"Hit ...... Whoever kills the girl, report it...... Avenge...... , exhausted...... Lao Tzu......" Xu Pengju panted like a cow, rolled his eyes and shouted intermittently, but suddenly slipped out softly.