"Why? Why is this happening? You tell me why this is happening? You promised me that I would enlighten them. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Did you tell me that you enlightened them like this? Feng Junyan looked at the dozen or so women lying in a pool of blood, and loudly questioned the Jiang family who did not have a trace of guilt in front of him.

"It's their best ending, it's their own choice, I'm just telling them to do it since they've decided." Jiang looked at the angry Feng Junyan calmly, as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with him.

"Good, good, good, best ending. They're dead, so why don't you die! Death is also the best ending for you. Feng Junyan ignored Feng Bing's pull behind him, grabbed Jiang's shoulder, and complained fiercely.

"I want to die too, but Liuniang is still young. So I'm still alive. They are dirty, they can't be washed, and they have no home to go back to. So it's better to die. Jiang let Feng Junyan push her to the ground, and still answered as it should be.

"It's dirty, where are they? It's the natives who are dirty, not them! It's us men who are ashamed, we didn't protect them well, what do these things have to do with them! They are the victims, they are the victims. Why do you want them to die, why? Do you know how many people have died to save you, and are you worthy of those who died? Why are you still so ruthless, why are you still so cold.

We've already killed enough people, don't we want to die anymore, you know! I've promised you to follow me back if you don't have anywhere to go, so why do you want to do that? Why would I be so naïve to believe that you would persuade them, that I would believe you in nothing. Feng Junyan sat weakly on the ground, covering his eyes with both hands, not daring to take another look at the blood in the room.

"I hurt them, I hurt them. I shouldn't have believed you, I shouldn't. ”

The woman in the room, the young man behind her, looked at Feng Junyan, who was crying like a tearful person, and was silent.

"Xiao Langjun can accept these people, but they can't accept themselves. It's much harder to live than to die. Jiang glanced at Feng Junyan as if he had been deceived by the most trusted person, felt guilty, sighed, and walked towards the crowd. This time it's really to comfort people.

Feng Bing stood behind Feng Junyan, looking at the young patriarch who had been greatly wronged, and he was at a loss. The rest of the teenagers didn't know what they were feeling in their hearts, so they spontaneously carried out the dozen or so dead women in the room.

The natives fled quickly, and they didn't have time to take away the food and supplies, although there were no good things, but the food of the 100,000 army still filled the entire treasury of Jiuzhen City. , there is no shortage of food in the current Jiuzhen City. The Jin army, which had been repaired for a day, packed their bags, rechecked their armaments, and prepared to go out again, before letting the soldiers who died yesterday be buried in the ground.

Zhang Hui stood on the high platform and began the funeral of the warrior. Time was too short, there were too many dead, and I couldn't take the ashes back to my hometown after burning them one by one as I did when I came, so I had to gather all the sergeants together and dig a pit and bury them.

Yesterday's victory captured thousands of natives, and these natives were not killed, and the Jin people were not too serious in the tradition of killing and capturing, and the food was enough to eat. Therefore, the thousands of people who were captured were still alive and well, waiting for Zhang Hui to send them to the capital to be taken prisoner, or to be sold to other parts of the Jin Kingdom. Dozens of Jin sergeants escorted hundreds of natives to start digging pits in the chosen place, they did not escape, they were captured, they had completely lost their blood, and they were extremely glad that they were alive. Then when he was alive, he buried his compatriots for his enemies, just like the countrymen Feng Junyan knew in his previous life, knowing that what was waiting for him was death, or burying his compatriots with luck, although they knew that they would die sooner or later, and life would be worse than death.

Although it was already autumn, the temperature in Jiuzhen City was still very high, and in just one day, some of the dead bodies had begun to stink. The corpses of the natives were thrown into the pit by their own compatriots and then buried. If the bones had not been cleaned, people might have been able to dig a mass grave from here thousands of years later.

Zhang Hui's presiding continues, and the corpses are also placed in the dug pits, and the only difference from the natives may be that they are buried with their own clothes and weapons. There are sacrifices at the time of burial, and the burial place is a specially selected feng shui treasure place.

Feng Junyan was not in the mood to listen to Zhang Hui's mournful words after his death, whether it was a lengthy appreciation, it was only a verbal promise, and they did not enjoy a trace of rights during their lifetime; After their death, their relatives may not enjoy the rewards they have exchanged for their lives, and they don't know if they can get them. The only thing they could get was the peace they deserved, the land they had been desperately guarding.

These were what they deserved, they paid for them with their lives, and they didn't need these meat eaters to give them.

The people of the Feng and Liu families have died too much, this time Feng Siji and Liu Nianqi have no time to bring back all the clansmen, so they can only hastily set up a grave, build a monument, and wait for the opportunity to bring back their bones.

Deng Wen didn't blame Feng Junyan for the death of more than a dozen people under his management, maybe he was ready to die. When Feng Junyan told him the news that many women had committed suicide, he just gave a simple sigh, and then ordered these people to be buried thickly.

The treatment enjoyed by the sergeants and the common people was different, and these dead civilians were not commended by the imperial court. If a family member is employed among the sergeants, they may also receive a word or two of consolation. If there is no one left in the whole family, at most it is a little better than the treatment of the natives, and they can choose a place with better feng shui, and finally bury it hastily.

Their blood nourishes this land, and their heroic spirits guard it, and their blood and soul are forever integrated into the land for which they fought. It's just that they don't know that thousands of years later, their ancestors and grandchildren will forever lose the land they have guarded for all their lives and fought for a lifetime to their enemies, those barbarians who are now fighting against them, and they will pretend to be generous and talk about friendship with each other. I don't know how desperate or angry they would have if they knew where they were buried now, and where their descendants would no longer be in a thousand years.

The woman who died yesterday was buried by Feng Junyan and more than a dozen teenagers himself. The location was chosen on a hill outside Jiuzhen City. The scenery here is very good, and you can see their hometown. More than a dozen newly erected graves, under the green pine trees, reflect the unspeakable desolation.

The Jiang clan and the women in the group who were still able to move all stood behind Feng Junyan without saying a word, looking at this young man who did not have any manliness without moving. Watch him dig the grave little by little, watch him carefully roll the corpses in a mat and put them in; Watch him fill in the earth, pile it high, and be stocky.

More than a dozen teenagers looked at this companion who was younger than themselves, and didn't know what to say. Jiang Shi, who was originally calm, looked at Feng Junyan, who was silent and only knew how to work, and lowered his head with a sigh. Liuniang, the daughter beside the Jiang family, looked at the eldest brother in front of her, and kept shaking her mother's hand and asked, "Ah mother, what's wrong with the eldest brother?" ”

It's a pity that no one gave her an answer except for the silence of a group of women. Not only her, but in fact, no one here understood why Feng Junyan was like this.

"Young patriarch, get up. There's no need for this, you've done enough. Feng Bing stood behind Feng Junyan and looked at Feng Junyan who was kneeling on the ground to cultivate the soil, wanting to pull him up.

It's a pity that Feng Junyan, who was trapped in his own world, didn't pay attention to him. Is it enough? Is it really unnecessary?

"Xiao Langjun, why do you want to do this, it's none of your business. They will be comforted by the Heavenly Spirit knowing that you have done this to them. In the end, it was Jiang who stood up and persuaded.

"Hehe, comfort. How do you know they're going to be comforted? After they died one by one, they smiled at Jiuquan? Maybe they don't want to die, it's just that there are so many people you think so that they have to die? I always thought that only in the Song and Ming dynasties, after the Confucian Zhu Xi came up to engage in Cheng Zhu Lixue, would there be such a thing as etiquette and killing, but I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen in this Jin Dynasty, and it happened because of my negligence.

You're right, I don't have to, I'm just a dead person. They themselves feel dirty, and when they die, they die. It's their own choice, and no one blames me or me. But how can you, as women, watch them die? Is their fate really the best fate for you? Don't you have a little responsibility? ”

Feng Junyan turned his head, looked at the group of women who were silent, and coldly looked at the group of cowardly women and lowered his head in shame. Although they didn't quite understand what Feng Junyan was talking about and who Zhu Xi was, they knew that Feng Junyan was scolding them.

"The mother of the First Emperor was Lü Buwei's singer, and even raised a face, and no one said that she should die like this; Emperor Xiaowu's mother entered the palace and remarried Emperor Xiaojing, but no one said that she was not qualified to be the queen; Cai Wenji was taken captive by the Xiongnu and gave birth to three children for the Xiongnu, and after Emperor Wu of Wei rescued her, she also married a good lover. Those princesses who were married off and kissed not only had to serve the filthy savages, but even fathers, sons and brothers for several generations, and Zhaojun of the wild goose suffered the same humiliation like this, why can they all be accepted, do you think these people can't be accepted? Just because you think they can't be accepted, you think death is the best destination for them? Or is it because the people I just said are big shots? Who do you think you are! Feng Junyan stood up and looked coldly at the women of different shapes in front of him, patted the dirt on his body and walked in front of the Jiang family.

"How can you, how can you take those people, they are different, they are different." Jiang was forced by Feng Junyan's words to take a few steps back directly, and became incoherent.

"No, how not. Just because those people are princesses and beauties? Aren't they serving barbarians? Not only do you have to serve your husband, but when you die, you have to serve your husband's sons, grandchildren, and even her husband's brother and brother, and his brother's sons and grandsons. Aren't these barbarians without ethics barbarians barbarians? They are more hateful and unethical than the natives of these forests. Why don't you tell them to kill themselves? Not telling them that death is their greatest comfort? ”

"I, I." Jiang Shi I still didn't say anything after a few words, and Liuniang, who had been standing behind Jiang Shi, saw Feng Junyan's aggressive appearance, although she was very scared, she still stood in front of her mother.

"Big brother, you, don't bully your mother."

"Are you trying to say that you can't control them, those people are different, they are more valuable alive than dead, and they are married. Hehe, these people are valuable, don't these dead people have value? If you can't control those people, can you manage them? Feng Junyan saw that the little girl was in front of him, so he didn't move his steps again, but just looked at Jiang coldly.

"I don't know what you told them, but I know you must have said something! Otherwise, even if they seek death, so many people can't think about it, or they will kill themselves after being rescued, and there is no need to wait until they are settled. Feng Junyan snorted at the Jiang clan who didn't dare to look at her with a look of disgust.

"I know that you are not an ordinary person, and ordinary women will not be as calm as you after these things, so I believe you can enlighten these poor women. It's just that I didn't expect you to treat my trust like this. Do you know, I really hate you, and I want to kill you. Maybe you really have to stick around for your daughter, but how do you know that they don't have daughters? No more parents?

You're right, it's none of my business, and I certainly don't have to feel guilty. You killed them, not me, so why should I feel guilty. Do you know that I wish you were all dead, and I don't need to talk nonsense with you people anymore. The more Feng Junyan spoke, the more excited he became, and he directly pointed at the noses of these innocent women and scolded them.

"Aren't you going to die? Hurry up and die. The feng shui here is good, if you want to die, die quickly, if you die, I will dig a pit and bury it by the way, and no matter how much trouble it will take for us to waste, I don't know how many lives and how many material resources we will waste to save you idiots who will die sooner or later. It is the duty of men to protect women, and it is useless for us men to not protect you before. But in the end, we did our best and did our part. And what about you? How to deal with those who died for you. You repay us with this corpse! You don't even look down on yourself, even if others look up to you! Feng Junyan swept the women with his eyes, and no one dared to raise their heads to look at him.

"I know that the wounds of the soul are not fully healed. Choosing death is a sign of cowardice, which can only show that person has no courage, and I will despise her timidity, but it is her choice, and I cannot change it. Bao Xi, Daji, Mrs. Xi, Xi Shi, Zheng Dan incompetent men always like to use women as an excuse for their failures, and the princess who is close to each other, and the Zhaojun who is married is a fig leaf that men hang up for their incompetence. This is a patriarchal society, men use etiquette to kill women, this is a man's selfish desire, and there is nothing wrong with being a man. But as a woman, you also use men's etiquette to kill your own same sex, don't you think your behavior is disgusting?

I wouldn't say anything if the women had done it themselves, but are they doing it now! No! Now it's all because of the incompetence of the men themselves! You know? I'm really happy to be a man, and I wish the whole world was full of self-righteous idiot women like you. You are as disgusting as the White Lotus I saw in my last life, the same love of generosity, the same self-righteousness.

When you think it's right for someone else to do it, it's useless for others to save you. So, I never want to see you again. ”

After Feng Junyan finished speaking, he didn't look at the Jiang clan who fell to the ground again, and there was no longer the Jiang clan who was calm just now, and he pulled Feng Bing's head and didn't go back to the mountain, leaving a group of women who were at a loss.

Falling to the ground, the Jiang clan looked helplessly at this young patriarch who didn't look like a small family at all, and then looked back at the group of women who were still waiting for their words and looked at their daughter with concern, and lowered their heads bitterly.

"Is it really wrong?"