At a distance of about 500 from the barracks, the imperial chariot had been forced to stop.

Liu Hong poked his head out of the car window slightly, and saw a team of soldiers running quickly in front of the imperial chariot; One of them came from a bow and said: "The captain of the Northern Army shoots the sound of the minister, see Your Majesty." ”

"Wow~ It's not small!"

Hearing this, Liu Hongwei raised his eyebrows and looked at the officer who claimed to be the captain of the shooting sound.

I saw that the officer had a tiger's back and a bear's waist, his face was full of meat, even if he was bowing his hands, his slightly bowed body was exuding vigorous momentum!

"Zhou Bo's soldiers..."

Secretly feeling pity in his heart, Liu Hong said: "If you want to explore the camp, go and open the camp door." ”

The lieutenant stood in place with a tangled face, and his back bent a little more: "Your Majesty, Nanying..."

After a moment of silence, the captain finally gritted his teeth and said with a sullen head: "The captain has an order, no one is allowed to approach the South Camp for half a step, and those who violate the order will be punished by military law..."

"Your Majesty is merciful, don't be embarrassed by the last general..."

Liu Hong, who had expected the situation, retracted his head as usual, and after a while, stepped out of the carriage (1).

The lieutenant was about to say something more, when he saw that the little emperor in front of him, at most, was actually dressed in a military uniform, his eyebrows under the bronze helmet were slightly furrowed, and his hand naturally hung down on the dazzling hilt of the sword at his waist.

With a deep arch of his hand, the captain bowed again: "Please also Your Majesty..."

Before the words fell, I saw a cold light flash in front of my eyes!

The captain's eyes widened suddenly, and he lowered his head slightly, only to realize that there was already a sword blade on his neck.

Raising his head again, looking at the extremely familiar face in front of him, the captain's tooth socket trembled faintly: "Qin, Qin Sima..."

Seeing this sudden change, the sergeant who had come with the lieutenant was startled, and was about to draw his sword, when he heard a lazy voice coming from the side of the carriage.

"I am in front of me, dare to show the blade~"

The sergeants followed the prestige, and saw the noble young man in military uniform slowly walking to the captain's side.

"What a good soldier with the captain..."

The lieutenant cautiously tilted his head a little, and saw a strange smile on Liu Hong's face.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Just as he was about to speak, the blade of the sword around his neck suddenly tightened, and a slight stinging pain suddenly came.

The thin figure in the afterglow slowly faded away until it disappeared from the captain's field of vision.

"Qin Mu~"

With a leisurely greeting, the blade of the sword around the lieutenant's neck disappeared.

When he turned around, he saw the young man in uniform with a gentle smile on his face: "Shoot the school captain's department, and the loyal ministers are also; Don't be too harsh. ”

After saying that, the young man walked past the soldier without squinting and walked straight to the camp of the Southern Army.

Looking at the back of the young man in the distance, the captain stood for a long time, came back to his senses, and hurriedly explained to the soldiers around him: "Go and tell the captain!" ”

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Walking into the silent camp of the Southern Army, Liu Hong walked forward slowly, and asked inadvertently: "If I remember correctly, Qing is also from the Shooting Battalion?" ”

As he spoke, Liu Hong stopped and turned around slowly: "That lieutenant should be the official of the Qing Dynasty; Why is Qing so ruthless? ”

Qin Mu's face was stunned when he heard this, and he immediately lowered his head, and said in a low tone: "The minister is only loyal to His Majesty..."

Seeing that Qin Mu was reluctant to speak, Liu Hong shook his head with a light smile, didn't ask any more questions, and walked towards the big tent of the Chinese army.

Before he had walked fifty meters, a young man in ragged clothes ran out of the tent on the left.

"Your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty!!!!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout, and the young man turned around and beckoned to the rest of the people hiding behind the tent: "Gentlemen! Your Majesty is still in !! ”

As soon as the words fell, dozens of similarly dressed youths suddenly ran out from behind the camp, and they hurried towards Liu Hong with a crazy face.

The sudden change made Qin Mu startled, and he hurriedly pulled out his sword and pointed at the group of people of unknown origin: "Those who dare to go further, kill!" ”

With a loud shout, the group of young people stopped in place, and their faces immediately fell into a kind of ...

Numbness?

Without waiting for Liu Hong to understand, the group of young men looked at each other, and then at Qin Mu, who was holding a sword and defending Liu Hong, his eyes became bitter.

After a long time, one of them turned around and walked towards the back of the tent.

The second, the third...

In an instant, dozens of people had all returned to the position where they had just run out, leaning on the outside of the tent, staring at the ground in a daze.

Liu Hong looked around in confusion, only to find that almost every camp tent was in such a situation: a circle of people squatted outside the camp tent, silent, and did not move.

There was a faint guess in his heart, Liu Hong's face sank, and he completely ignored Qin Mu, who was still on guard with his sword, and strode towards the big tent of the Chinese army.

Sure enough, outside the big tent of the Chinese army, there was also a circle of people sitting downwardly; Even Liu Hongdi's arrival failed to make a ripple in their numb eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Liu Hong went straight to the group, squatted down, and asked the person who was a little outside, "Who are you?" ”

I saw that the man turned his head blankly, glanced at Liu Hong blankly, and then moved his gaze back to the ground between his legs.

"Rebels and thieves..."

"We are rebels and thieves..."

Liu Hong, who confirmed the situation, slowly stood up, his heart was heavy.

If nothing else, the walking dead sitting outside the tents are the most loyal troops in the world...

Qin Mu, who was left behind by Liu Hong, ran over with a panicked face, and when he saw Liu Hong's face was depressed, he swallowed the words of apology on his lips again.

After a long time, Liu Hong moved from the side of the big tent of the Chinese army, walked in the direction of the school field for a while, stopped hesitantly, and walked straight to the camp gate.

"Your Majesty?"

Hearing the sound of inquiry coming from behind him, Liu Hong didn't look back, and said coldly: "Go back to the palace." ”

Qin Mu hurriedly stepped forward and followed Liu Hong for a while, and then opened his mouth to persuade: "If Your Majesty returns to the palace here, then these people..."

Hearing that Qin Mu didn't finish speaking, Liu Hong turned sideways slightly, and saw that Qin Mu's face was already heavy.

"Your Majesty, no matter what, they were also the husbands of my Han family!"

Qin Mu was excited, and the volume unconsciously became higher, and the squatting figures heard the sound, turned their heads slightly, and muttered: "Husband... Han husband..."

Seeing this scene, Liu Hong could no longer stop the grief in his chest, and walked quickly towards the outside of the camp gate.

In the cold wind, a few crystal tears were sprinkled on the earth, adding a sense of gloom to this lifeless land...

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PS: This is not made up by the officials, there is investigation data.

First of all, the soldiers of the Southern Army have basically never seen blood in their lives, and the bloody war outside the Weiyang Palace is likely to be the first time that most of them have gone to the battlefield, which is a factor; There is also the glory that they swore to die for, and they were captured by the 'traitors' who defeated them, the Northern Army, and they became prisoners, thieves, and rebels, and the gap in their hearts caused by this was another factor.

The combination of these two factors, coupled with the collective detention of the entire Yugoslav army and the low atmosphere, can foresee this scene in the text: the warriors who have lost their faith, lost their freedom, and are even about to lose their lives are like ashes at this moment. Specifically, it is severe depression, and there is nothing to love in addition.

Specifically, I used the post-war syndrome as a reference to describe this scene.

There is still a chapter today to make up for the heinous sin of yesterday's missing chapter!

Sent out a little later, I haven't slept for almost 40 hours, I can't stand it...