Chapter 32: Confusion

The night is cold in the west. An oil lamp burned quietly on the desk, revealing only a thin tip of the cotton wick, which made a slight popping sound from time to time, and the flickering light stretched a figure leaning on the desk for a long time. On the spread out rice paper, there are a few drops of ink that have not dried, under the old bamboo pen holder, the wolf dipped in ink is thrown on the case indiscriminately, a few drops of ink seem to be catharsis in the heart of dissatisfaction, slowly seeping on the rice paper that did not leave a word, under the light, a not too young face is full of vicissitudes of tiredness, the sword eyebrows are frowning, staring at the place on the map that has been marked in red for a long time.

General Mountain! When the stars of the cold night burn out the last rays of light, and when the first rays of light appear on the western wasteland, it will become a paradise of nightmares!

At the foot of the mountain that has been sleeping for thousands of years, in the rugged mountain col, there is a village like a paradise of peach, and the green smoke will greet the eternal sun again and again, but they do not know that death has quietly put the bloodthirsty sickle on their shoulders.

When the dark land is no longer quiet, when the whimpering horn blows again, it becomes a field of Shura that even hell is afraid of, the sharp sound of swords tears through the eardrums, blood gushes out of the warrior's broad chest, the screams of the wounded explode in the ears, and the whole land is dyed with a brilliant crimson - the emperor's favorite color.

There will be countless faces buried deep there, and there will be countless lives there that will sleep forever. There are Hui people, there are Han people, there are enemies, there are us, young, old, they don't know that they are already fathers, they have already learned that their sons died in battle, they have just become fathers, and they have lost their sons, they may be strong men with strong martial arts, or they may be just childish teenagers, or they may be famous generals who are ambitious and unwilling to be protected by their fathers and ancestors, or they may be civilians of the Han family who rely on the three-foot Qingfeng to make contributions, or perhaps, they are just a sad person who does not want to see their beloved woman marry into his family.

How many people will usher in their last dawn, how many people will no longer be able to rush to the Qixi Festival under the magpie bridge, how many people will no longer be able to keep the sea oath and mountain alliance of yesterday, and how many people will write down the thoughts that can no longer be said in a short letter to their families. Maybe they're skilled at saying goodbye, maybe they're used to leaving, maybe they're indifferent and can't express their feelings, maybe they've forgotten what true feelings are.

Even so, they are iron-clad warriors, soldiers who will not take a step back when they hear the horn, and the last men of this decaying empire!

Faced with an unknown fate, what will they think now? Is it the gray-haired father of the family? Or a shy and beautiful newcomer? Will they remember that thousands of miles away at home, there are still people who are anxious and anxious, looking forward to the west and looking at it for a long time?

Is it really wrong this time, looking at the beating green flames, the Seventh Prince thought of the dark and short herald again, I wonder if he would resent himself at the moment when his life passed? War may be the best destination for hatred, but we don't know that using war to eliminate unfortunate hatred is a misfortune in itself.

A cool breeze came in through the open curtain, and Xiao Rang looked solemn, "Your Highness, the left army is leaving, we should have prepared early, but..."

The Seventh Prince frowned, "You have been with me for many years, so it doesn't hurt to say anything." ”

Xiao Rang took a step forward, "Your Highness, although I know that the herald will definitely kill the enemy to the death, but if he wantonly does not obey orders on the battlefield, I don't know what His Highness's intention is to let him command the front army?" ”

The Seventh Prince smiled faintly, "If a person is willing to exchange his life for an opportunity, if I don't fulfill him, I'm afraid it won't be as simple as not obeying orders-do you understand?" ”

Xiao Rang was slightly stunned, Huo Ran raised his head, "Are you ready to sacrifice..."

The Seventh Prince closed his eyes tiredly, "Inform the Chinese army, let's get ready to go." ”

Suppressing the horror in his heart, Xiao Rang lowered his head, "Yes, I'll go and prepare." Just as he was about to leave the account, he stopped, "What should we do if the enemy surrenders?" ”

The Seven Princes opened their eyes violently, and the light in their eyes stabbed straight at Xiao Rang. Xiao Rang didn't dodge the slightest bit to look at him, his eyes were peaceful. After a long time, the man sitting behind the bookcase burst out of his mouth with a word: "Kill!" ”

Xiao Rang bowed and saluted, and took the order. Maybe it was an illusion, just as he was out of the tent, he faintly heard an inaudible sigh.

Xiao Rang left for a long time, and the Seventh Prince slowly let go of his tightly clenched hand, and on the slender fingers held by the red rope, a few budding hibiscus flowers were reflected in the man's eyes. It was as if I felt the warmth of the heart inside, and my deep gaze softened. The vanilla inside had long since lost its aroma, but the man never let it leave him half a step, perhaps, he still couldn't forgive himself, perhaps, he could only be an infatuated lover who didn't dare to face the facts, perhaps, if she could come back, he would rather just stare silently from the side.

I'm sorry・・・・・・