All the bold and curious people in Wuji Town gathered at the entrance of the town to watch the puppet army load the corpses of bandits into the car and go in the direction of Wuji Mountain.

When they arrived at the bottom of the mountain, more than 100 puppet soldiers got out of the car and carried the corpses up the mountain on stretchers.

Not long after, on the mountain behind Wuji Mountain, more than 100 new tombs were built.

"If I knew they were your friends......" Zheng Liang said in a low voice.

"Okay, it's all my fault, so don't mention it again. I owe more than 100 lives to Wuji Mountain, and I will have to pay it back if I have the opportunity in the future. ”

"How?"

"There's always going to be a chance." He doesn't believe that everyone is dead and that there will always be those who are alive.

Zhu Ge stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at the mountains in the distance, remembering the martial arts that stood here with him a few months ago, his heart was tight, he couldn't see anyone alive, he couldn't see his body dead, whether he was blown away, or he really escaped.

If you don't die, if you encounter it again, do you guess you will be killed? Thinking of this, Zhu Ge couldn't help but sigh.

"How?" Zheng Liang always paid attention to Zhu Ge's emotions.

"I just think of the past in the mountains, and I can't help but feel sad." He couldn't say that there was no corpse of the bandit leader here, and he couldn't fully trust Zheng Liang yet.

"How did you become friends with the bandits?"

"It's a long story, I'll talk about it later when I have time."

Zhu Ge returned to the grave with a solemn expression, bowed solemnly three times to the hundred or so graves, and left without looking back. Zheng Liang followed behind Zhu Ge, looked at the lonely back of the person in front of him, and frowned, how can I make him happy?

Everyone went down the mountain, and the mountain became a silent hill again, and in the woods behind the mountain, Wu Gong leaned against a tree and saw everything under the mountain.

"The big boss, it turns out that Mr. Zhu Ge is a spy! He's a puppet army, a dog of the Japanese! The veterinarian said resentfully.

"The big boss, the gentleman is not a bad person! Why don't we carry everyone back to the mountain and bury them? Tie Dan retorted weakly, he wanted to clarify to Mr. Zhu Ge, but the three of them saw it right in front of their eyes, Zhu Ge and the puppet army who seemed to be a big official walked side by side, and they chatted.

Wu Gong didn't say a word, he endured the injury on his leg, struggled to get up, and went down the mountain with the support of Tie Dan and the veterinarian.

As soon as he arrived at the grave, Wu Gong fluttered and knelt down, kowtowing three times without saying a word.

Seeing this, Tie Dan and the veterinarian also knelt down.

"Big guys, brothers, second uncle, I'm sorry for you in my martial arts, I have to avenge this big revenge! Wait, and it won't be long before I will carry the man's head and sacrifice it to you. ”

Wu Gong's cold face was oozing murderous aura, Tie Dan didn't dare to look up, he probably knew that the "that person" in the mouth of the big boss must be Mr.

"The big boss, sir, he ...... Is it really the bad guys? Tie Dan asked, looking at the more than a hundred graves in front of him.

"You two remember, in the future, as soon as you see him, tell me as soon as possible. I will cut off his head with my own hands and avenge my brothers. He hurt me and the door of Wuji Mountain is full of people, I want him to pay with blood! ”

"Yes......"

Zhu Ge lived in the mayor's house and became the official mayor of Wuji Town, and the people knew that Mayor Zhu Ge was a good friend of the puppet army leader, and in addition to respect, he also had more fear and contempt.

After all, the puppet army is the dogleg of the Japanese, and even if the friends of the puppet army are not enemies, they must not be friends. Although the bandits of Wuji Mountain robbed money and food, after all, they also contributed to fighting devils and saving Wuji Town.

Zhu Ge could feel the change in the townspeople's attitude towards him, so except for official business, he basically didn't go out, and only read books at home. Zheng Liang saw the person he wanted to see, and he didn't have the heart to attack the county seat again, so he simply stationed in Wuji Town, and when he had nothing to do, he went to the mayor's house to find Zhu Ge to drink and chat.

Zhu Ge was still entangled in Zheng Liang's puppet army identity at first, and it wasn't until one day when the two were alone that he heard Zheng Liang tell the truth.

In order to save his own life and the lives of his soldiers, he reorganized the remaining forces of the three regiments according to the instructions of his superiors, temporarily surrendered, and waited for the opportunity to counterattack the Japanese invaders.

So Zhu Ge and Zheng Liang resumed their former friendship, and the people of Wuji Town felt more and more that their mayor Zhu Ge might have become a traitor.

Autumn in the north itself is short, and the first snow falls before you see it, and the snow falls for a whole day, and the whole world turns silvery white.

Wu Gong sat in a chair by the fire and read a book, Zheng Liang came in happily, shook the snowflakes on the military coat, and said excitedly: "Just now I saw a fellow carrying pheasants and rabbits that were brought back from the mountains, let's go catch some game." ”

"Let's do less killing." Zhu Ge lowered his head and continued to read.

Zheng Liang saw that Zhu Ge was reluctant to follow, so he stepped forward and patted his friend's shoulder, leaned into his ear and said, "You can't always stay in the house, let's go to Wuji Mountain to have a look, maybe we can hit big things, you can also go and see those bandits." ”

At the mention of Wuji Mountain, Zhu Ge's hands trembled, put down the book, and stood up.

"Zheng Liang, are you deliberately stimulating me......"

Zheng Liang's eyes never left Zhu Gehong's fluttering ears, and he really wanted to bite into it just now.

"I'll go and prepare the horses and guns, and you wait for me at the entrance of the town."

As early as Zheng Liang laid down Wuji Mountain, Zhu Ge saw the lark in the stable of the town's security team, it was estimated that it was frightened by the artillery fire, and it struggled desperately when someone approached, until Zhu Ge found him, he was appeased and cared for, and finally let it return to its original domineering appearance.

Zhu Ge sat on the back of the lark, looking at the snow-capped mountains, wondering if he had ridden the lark into the mountains to hunt like this in the past. If Wu Gong hadn't died, where could he go in this icy and snowy land? Zhu Ge couldn't help but feel melancholy. Zheng Liang always felt that Zhu Ge had something on his mind, but every time he asked, he couldn't ask why, so he just thought that he was still entangled in the matter of the bandits in Wuji Mountain.

"I told you a long time ago, I really didn't know they were thieves who kill devils."

"Huh? Oh," Zhu Ge came back to his senses, looked at Zheng Liang with a worried face, and smiled helplessly, "I know." ”

Zheng Liang said anything again, Zhu Ge didn't talk anymore, but just responded at the right time, which was polite.

In fact, he was panicking in his heart, and he had an inexplicable feeling that something was about to happen, and he classified this feeling as the unbearable desire to kill the little animal for a while. He decided to go up the mountain and only worship at the grave and not hunt.

Because of the war, the road into the mountain has become potholes, and it is really difficult to walk, and the townspeople under the mountain have never dared to enter the mountain for fear of the hundreds or so of unjust souls buried in the mountain.

Zheng Liang and Zhu Ge led the horses and walked to the mountain with difficulty.

The snow that fills the yard hides everything that once existed here.

"Actually, when we are old, we can come here to live in seclusion." Zheng Liang looked at Zhu Gedao.

"It's good to live in seclusion, but you can stay away from the hustle and bustle and retreat to the mountains and forests, and you have to have someone who loves you to feel comfortable."

"Wouldn't it be nice for the two of us to live in seclusion together?" Zheng Liang's tone trembled a little, and Zhu Ge's head seemed to have a bell, and it suddenly rang. He looked back at Zheng Liang, and the other party's undisguised expression reminded him of his martial arts when he confessed to him in the alley of blue bricks and white tiles.

"Ahem," Zhu Ge looked back at the puppet soldiers accompanying him, "You take them up the mountain first, I want to stay in the front yard for a while." ”

"Okay, I'm not going far, you'll come up from behind in a moment." Zheng Liang left in a huff.

Zhu Ge looked at Zheng Liang who was leaving, and his heart was entangled, he hoped that he was just an illusion, just a false illusion that would only arise when he thought of martial arts in Wuji Mountain.

Zhu Ge led the lark around the yard, he hoped to see some traces of people coming, at least to prove that there were still people alive in Wuji Mountain, he wanted to help them, and did his best.

The lark was a little uneasy, and Zhu Ge gently stroked its forehead.

"If he's still alive, I'll let you go to him."

The lark stopped, and his front legs kept plowing the ground.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Ge looked up, only to find that he had unconsciously walked to the door of Wugong's bedroom, "You can still feel him, it seems that he is indeed a good horse, but it's a pity that he can't play your skills with him." ”

The lark seemed to understand Zhu Ge's words, lowered his head and snorted, and began to call in a low voice with his mouth pursed.

"Skylark!" Zhu Ge tugged on the reins with some difficulty, "Let's go." ”

He wanted to pull the lark to the back mountain, but he couldn't pull it no matter what, Zhu Ge suddenly felt a shock in his heart, could it be ......

He let go of the lark and turned to push open the door of the martial arts room.

No one and nothing has changed.

Zhu Ge was disappointed and wanted to leave, but found something wrong the moment he turned around.

He clearly remembered that he went up the mountain and saw that there were still bloodstained sheets on the bed, but now he ...... The bedding on the bed was gone.

Zhu Ge seemed to be playing a drum in his heart, he quickly walked to the wardrobe and opened the closet tremblingly.

No padded clothes! It's been turned inside in a mess.

Did the townsfolk come up the hill to steal? But as far as he knew, Zheng Liang had always sent people to guard under the mountain, so he ...... Is he really not dead?

Zhu Ge ran to the door excitedly, he wanted to go to the back mountain to see, if the martial arts were really not dead, if he returned, he would definitely go to the back mountain cemetery to pay respects, and there would always be traces.

When he came out, he found that the lark was gone.

The feeling in Zhu Ge's heart became stronger and stronger, and he turned around in a ghostly way, following the footprints left by the lark in the snow, and followed to the mountain pass in front of him.

Occasionally, Zhu Ge could hear the sound of Zheng Liang and their shooting and hunting and the sound of horses' hooves chasing their prey from the back mountain, and the further he went, the quieter the sound of the back mountain became, and finally he couldn't hear it.

But he did not stop, he followed the footsteps of the lark, struggled through the snow that did not reach the instep, and fell several times, making him dizzy.

If it is true, Wu Gong is still alive, he has to apologize in person, even if Wu Gong wants to kill him, he will not resist, because he owes him more than a hundred lives.

Zhu Ge patted the snow off his body and continued to walk.

He had been in the mountains for a long time, but he had never known of such a place, where a large area of primeval forest-like woods formed over the years was born in the col, and thick fallen leaves were trampled under his feet, like stepping on cotton, and vines grew in some places, and the dry vines spread over a large area.

The lark's footprints suddenly became messy in a place that spread all over the ground, and Zhu Ge concluded that it had lost its way here, but there were no other marks around, and the lark seemed to disappear out of thin air.

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