The father woke up suddenly, and he muttered, interrupting Gao Chong's thoughts: "Darling, haven't fallen asleep yet?" ”

"Nope. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 He replied sullenly, he did not complain about his father interrupting his thoughts, after all, what he had just recalled was the proudest and most memorable day of his life, and this memory was like burning a knife and liquor, which made him intoxicated, and if he recalled it again, the taste would not be so good.

"Remembered your mother?" The father sighed, he didn't say anything more, sat up from the couch, and sighed to himself.

This majestic man who was majestic on the battlefield and swept thousands of armies also showed the fragile side of a man at this moment, but on the one hand, he did not let Gao Zhong look down on his father, but made him feel that this was a real person, a living, flesh-and-blood person, and a person with emotions, not a killing machine like the Jurchens.

Gao Zhong was silent, he did not answer his father's question, his mother only appeared in his memory, that is, the scene of parting with his mother and rushing to the battlefield, he was not unwilling to recall other scenes, but that other scenes would inevitably make him miserable, in comparison, this sixteen-year-old heroic boy was more willing to recall the story of killing the enemy with a gun.

There is blood but no tears on the field, but the memory mother only sheds tears and no blood.

He prefers to shed blood rather than tears.

"Darling, I don't blame you, I really don't blame you, who would have thought of it, who would have thought of it......" The father's hand was clenched tightly, he seemed to be crying, and the big drops of water flowed out of the man's tiger eyes, like jade.

"Daddy......" Gao Pet doesn't know what to say, should he comfort his father? But he never comforted people, he would only kill people with big guns, and he would only take the teenagers to fight to the death with the Jurchens; Should he blame his father? But this person fled all the way to Shandong with the rest of the people, and used all his strength to fill everyone's stomachs more or less, what could he say?

Perhaps, if you want to hate, you will be very good at killing the Liao army, if you want to hate, you will hate the injustice of this fate!

It's just that if you put all the pain in your life on fate, you may be able to have a moment of peace in your heart, but when you dream back at midnight and recall the past, can you really face your heart?

When Gao Zhong thought of his mother who died tragically under the Liao saber, the teenagers who were slashed and killed by surprise, and the scene when his father dragged him all the way south, how should he face himself and the souls of those who died?

When will this vast world, this sea of red dust and bitterness come to an end?

They defeated the Houjin army and defeated the Jurchens, but they were attacked by the Liao army, who were also the people of the Ming Dynasty, and they were regarded as good targets for taking advantage of the military exploits, and their horses and weapons also became the trophies of the Liao army, and became their "bloody battle" of the great feats!

They didn't think of taking precautions, who would have imagined that a group of people who were the same people of the Ming Dynasty and the same emperor would kill for the sake of their military exploits and property!

Ouyang Ping survived the Jurchens, survived the wound fever, survived the hunger, he followed himself to defeat the Jurchens, but died tragically under the Liao saber; Zou Bing, who was afraid of the dark, had confidence after the victory and was no longer afraid of the dark, but he was never able to see the sun the next day after falling asleep; The frail and sickly Zang Cheng was not defeated by the disease, and he was not defeated by the iron bones of the Houjin people, but he died under the knife of his own people.

These teenagers who dared to fight head-on with the Houjin people, these teenagers who dared to fight with the Liao army like a tiger, just like that, pitifully and worthlessly, died under the sword of the Liao army.

Liao Army, Liao Army, Liao Army!

"Ahh

Life, life, what is the meaning of you!

"Darling, darling!" The fierce but loyal father is unwilling to disturb the sleep of others, he holds Gao Pet with his hand, and rubs Gao Pet's temples hard, which can make people feel a little quiet, but Gao Pet's despair does not come from the body, this despair is rooted in his past, his loss, his fate, he is desperate because of the past, and more and more desperate because of the unchangeable past, how can this pain be relieved by just rubbing!

The pain is extreme, even the holy hand of the medical path cannot be cured, only time, only time can soothe this wound a little, but this pain will still be hidden in the deepest part of the heart, and it can never be eradicated.

This pain will die with him, and the world will be turned into ashes in the last tribulation, but before that, the pain will accompany him like the most loyal old dog, and with him, it will be completely painful in this rolling red dust!

Perhaps, only by death, only after death, can we truly obtain that eternal rest.

Gao pet muttered to himself.

"Darling!" The father's voice became slightly heavier, and he said slowly but firmly: "Darling, look at me, it's not your fault, it's not your fault!" ”

"It's not my fault?" Gao Pet muttered to himself, he repeated slowly, "It's not my fault, it's not my fault......" A smile appeared on his face, "Yes, it's not my fault, even Dad didn't know that they were going to do it, how could I know, how could I know!" ”

He quieted down, which made his father breathe a sigh of relief, but Gao Zhong immediately shouted again: "No, this is my fault, this is my fault!" If I hadn't slept so hard that night, I would have detected the bastards coming; If I had guessed their plans in advance, and their plans were so obvious and stupid in hindsight, how could I not have found out! If I had learned my father's ability to be ten out of ten, if I had the ability to be an overlord, if I could use an eight-hundred-pound drum urn and a golden hammer like Li Yuanba, all this would not have become like this! None of this will turn out like this! He shouted and roared, and no matter how many sleepers he had startled, or whether his actions were shocking or not, he rolled on the ground in anger, and jumped and tumbled on the ground, and his tremendous strength made him rampant on the ground like a wild bull, and the couch was overturned by him, and the oil lamp was broken by him, and the drowning barrel was kicked away by him, and the filth flowed out of the ground, and he did not feel dirty at all, but became more and more excited!

He stood up and shouted: "Yes, yes, it's all my fault, it's all my fault!" If it were me, if I could be invincible in the world in martial arts, I would definitely be able to kill all this group of scum! It's all my fault, I'm going to kill back to Liaodong, kill back to Liaodong, kill back to Liaodong! He opened his eyes and pulled out a long spear from his duffel bag, which was four feet long and short, with an iron head and a thick arm, killing people like chickens, cutting people like cutting dogs, and killing more than a dozen Jurchen people!

"I want to kill back to Liaodong, kill the Liao army first, then kill the Jurchens, kill, kill, kill!"

He wielded his gun wildly in both hands, and although the room was small enough to accommodate only two people, although there was no artificial light in the room, and the little moonlight was not enough to illuminate it, he magically avoided his father and the walls, and even in the midst of the frenzy, he maintained superhuman marksmanship and martial arts, which was what he was most proud of.

A gun in his hand, a breath of air in his chest, the master is highly favored, and he wants to kill all the wolves and dogs in the world!

He roared, he was angry, he roared, he wanted to destroy everything that was inhuman!

"Smack!" He was slapped in the face so hard that his face was so red and swollen that he even felt his teeth shake a little.

This must have been smoked by my father, and only my father in the world can have such strength!

Gao Zhong was stunned for a moment, then threw the gun on the ground and cried fiercely.

His crying is very distinctive, the boy bleeds without tears, he does not shed tears, he just howls, this sound is very loud, the wall is shook, I don't know how much wall ash is shaken down by the innkeeper.

He cried for an unknown amount of time, but his father had been patiently accompanying him, sitting at the door to block the guests who came to scold, because he knew that there was a father and son from Liaodong who had killed the Jurchens in this room, so the guests did not dare to come to ask, and the occasional one was persuaded away by his father. Ye Hu'er and they also came, but their father didn't know what to tell them, and they didn't come in, but just persuaded them at the door and went back.

Gradually, he stopped crying, partly because it was tiring to just howl and not cry, and secondly because he didn't want to wake up the innkeepers anymore.

Seeing that he was no longer crying, the father borrowed an oil lamp and some water, lit the lamp, closed the door, and sat down beside him again.

His father's face was very clear in the light, but to Gao Zhong's surprise, his father didn't look angry at all.

"Daddy......" Gao Pet muttered a little embarrassed, he had made such a big fuss just now, and he didn't know how to face his father now.

"Drink some water." His father looked at him lovingly and handed him a bowl of water.

Gao Pet drank the water in one gulp, then returned the bowl to his father, lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry." ”

"Nothing to be sorry for, you don't owe anyone anything." Father touched his head, and his father's big hands were covered with calluses, but this hand was gentle and full of the smell of father. Although this hand was only one hand, it was like a majestic mountain, and he felt that he could rely on it.

Yes, as long as my father is around, I will never be lost. (To be continued.) )