The night is like ink.

The stars in the sky drove away the blazing sun, and also took away the tension and killing under the scorching sun. The yellow earth under the starry sky is like a sleeping child, quiet and gentle.

The "crackling" bonfire seemed to be the only bright color in the darkness. Beside the orange fire, exhausted by frantic shouts and tireless celebrations, the warriors leaned crookedly against each other, most of them already asleep. A few men who were not sleepy were also curled up on their knees and looked up at the night sky at this time, wondering if they were missing their distant relatives.

Compared with ordinary people, they have experienced too many life and death partings. People who have long had the will to die, by chance, see the hope of life, and meet and restore the emotions of "people".

They miss their relatives and hometown, and they can't wait to put on their wings and fly back to that haunting land. But the unforgettable hatred made them have to press their deepest thoughts into the most remote corners of their hearts. And Tang An led them to reunite with long-lost laughter with two hearty victories.

With 3,000 remnants of the army, the enemy was completely annihilated by 10,000 horses, and behind such a brilliant record, there was a person who had never set foot on the battlefield. He used the insidiousness to the extreme, so that these veterans who have been on the battlefield for many years have a new definition of the battlefield.

After the carnival in the middle of the night, the soldiers returned to reality from full of joy, and couldn't help but think of a question at the same time: If this catastrophe does not die, and Lord Tang takes over the handsome seal of the Western Regions, how many fewer soldiers will die in the Tang Dynasty?

Those who harbor this kind of thinking will fall into guilt at first, as if they have erased Zhan Lingyun's exploits in the Western Regions. But after calming down and putting aside the emotional color, Tang An seems to have become the most suitable person. What he lacks is only the test of blood and sand, and this journey of escape that stretches for thousands of miles is the best time for him to complete his transformation!

On the mound in the distance, Tang An sat against a boulder, quietly looking at the boundless night.

He couldn't sleep.

Even if you kill your own enemies, you won't make your heart less heavy. In fact, in the final analysis, whether the war is right or wrong, it is just a different position. But is it worth the price of making the foundation of the empire with a living life?

This question has been there for centuries, but no one has an answer. As long as there are interests, strife will not stop. He was not the first executioner, nor will he be the last.

The slightly cool evening breeze may be able to dilute the smell of blood all over your body. Tang An cleaned up his mood, patted the dirt on his body, and looked at the endless darkness.

It was the road that was about to be crossed tomorrow, and the unknown enemy was on the way, but they could only go on. As the head coach, he may only be able to sigh and relieve the pressure in his heart when there is no one in the middle of the night.

"What are you thinking?"

Suddenly, a slightly cold voice came from the coquettishness.

Tang An turned his head and found that Su Mei'er didn't know when she came, her eyes brighter than the stars were covered with frost, and she couldn't see any emotion.

Since the Battle of Broken Soul Valley, she has barely paid attention to herself. For fear that she would see her compatriots being slaughtered bloodily, Mu Rong would always knock her out quietly before every war. But if a wise woman wants to know what she really thinks, she often doesn't need to see it with her own eyes.

Every time she would be woken up by the deafening cheers, and looking at the excitement on the faces of the high-spirited warriors outside the carriage, the blood-stained clothes, and the plundered weapons with distinctive Western Regions characteristics, the brutal battles would come to mind one after another. And Tang An's slightly lonely back in the remnants of the army wordlessly revealed the outcome of the war.

He is still alive, and the "enemy" must be dead.

Looking at Su Mei'er's slender phantom, Tang An just smiled. If it was before, he would definitely flirt a few words and eat tofu by the way, but at this moment, he is not in this mood.

"I'm wondering why the nights in the Western Regions are so cold."

Su Mei'er ignored this obviously insincere sentence, sat on the ground, and said, "Should the slave hate you?" ”

Tang An was slightly stunned and shook his head slightly: "It shouldn't be." ”

"Shouldn't it?" Su Mei'er raised her head, her originally charming eyes were filled with tears, and she bit her cherry lip and said, "Shouldn't a slave hate a man whose hands are covered with blood, an executioner who killed countless of his compatriots?" ”

Tang An glared and said angrily, "Do you think I want to kill someone? Do you think I want to! ”

"You do it whether you want it or not, that's what you do!" Su Mei'er stood up like a wounded fox. The heaving chest seemed to indicate that there was a volcano hiding in her chest that was about to erupt.

She trembled and pointed at the tip of Tang An's nose, tears streaming down: "Do you know how miserable those who died, their wives and children will be!" How sad their families will be! ”

"Sad? You deserve to mention those two words to me! When they raised the butcher's knife to my Tang people, did they ever think about whether their family members were sad or not? When they killed our soldiers, did they ever think that those people were already fathers and husbands? ”

Tang An grabbed Su Mei'er's willow shoulders with both hands, and glared like a beast: "Why did they die on the battlefield, but your soldiers can return to their hometown with military merits and lift the veil of their beloved women with their own hands!" ”

As he spoke, Tang An suddenly ripped off the scarf that Su Mei'er covered her face, revealing a delicate and white bewitching face.

"Oh! You-" Su Mei'er Qiong's nose wrinkled, and her face was full of panic as she tried to snatch back the veil held in Tang An's hand, but the latter grabbed Hao's wrist.

"What am I? I'm going to take our Datang warriors home, that's all! If I don't kill my beard, will I wait for them to kill me? Miss Su, please tell me, why are you only allowed to fight us and kill us, but we are not allowed to fight back? Isn't it possible that we are born to be bullied? ”

Su Mei'er frowned, struggling to break free from Tang An's control: "Let go!" You're hurting me! ”

"Oh, you are in pain in your body, but we are in pain! The pain of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person, the pain of a wife bringing white silk for her husband, and the pain of a son losing his father! ”

Tang An roared loudly, as if he wanted to express all the depression of these days.

No one expected that the two people who had just been calm would collide with the most intense sparks as soon as they met.

One watched the tragic death of his compatriots and was powerless, and the other struggled under the double pressure of helplessly raising a butcher's knife and leading the army out of the encirclement. If it weren't for the experience of being reincarnated as a human being that made him more free and easy, I am afraid that he would have collapsed as someone else.

Su Meier still did not give up the struggle, just as the people of the Western Regions fought against the bad weather. The slender jade fingers kept pushing Tang An's iron pincer-like arm outward, and the teeth imprinted a row of imprints on the cherry lips, and the stubborn appearance of the face had a touching beauty.

Tang An looked at her without giving in, and put his face close to the beautiful face, and the two could even feel each other's snorts.

Under the bright moon, above the yellow sand, two silhouettes that are constantly approaching, but there is no ambiguous atmosphere at all. The two pairs of angry eyes looked at each other without letting go, and the quiet night was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

As if she was tired of struggling, Su Meier simply gave up her resistance, her full chest couldn't help but rise and fall, obviously she had used a lot of strength.

Tang An smiled with satisfaction and said, "Angry? Do you know what it's like when you hate someone but can only hold the hatred in your heart? It's exactly the same as in our two countries! ”

Su Mei'er snorted and said, "No matter what, from now on, you will be the enemy of the slaves!" ”

"Enemies? Very good! ”

Thinking about how much care she took along the way, she fought against the many excuses woven by Ling Yun in order to keep her alive, and she couldn't bear to let her see the tragic scene, but in the end, she only got a sentence of "enemies who don't share the sky"!

Tang An felt that the ignorant karmic fire in his heart was burning more and more, and laughed twice without a smile, looking at the cherry lips that were close at hand, and kissed it without hesitation!

"Hmm!"

Su Mei'er's eyes widened suddenly, her face was full of disbelief, and the whole person froze in place in an instant, and even forgot to resist.

Tang An greedily sucked on the cherry lips, let go of the arms that locked her arms, and hugged the jade man in front of him fiercely, as if he wanted to rub her into his body. The heavy snort sprayed on her fragrant face, and the big mouth unceremoniously demanded it, attacking the city step by step, and even pried open the shell teeth with her tongue while she was unprepared, sucking the fragrance in her mouth.

It took a long time for Su Mei'er to wake up from the petrification, her whole body trembling like an electric shock, and then instinctively began to struggle. The white lotus root struck Tang An's broad back with his arms, but he couldn't stop his frantic attack.

Tang An was blazing, feeling the softness of Su Meier's small mouth and the fullness of her chest, her slender body was like a frightened rabbit, trembling in his arms, only to make him feel more and more excited, and couldn't help but free up a hand and scratch the softness of her chest!

"Hmm!"

Su Mei'er was shocked, and when she came back to her senses, she bit hard, only to feel a salty hot blood overflowing into her mouth, and the majestic body that made her extremely frightened finally left her body.

Gently reached out and wiped it on his mouth, and his eyes were shocking with blood red.

Tang An's lower lip was spurting blood, but he didn't care, he tore off a piece of cloth on his clothes and covered his mouth, with a sense of revenge on his face, and said, "How about it, it tastes good to kiss a Datang man, right?" ”

Su Meier's whole person seemed to be about to explode, a pair of beautiful eyes seemed to be about to burst out of her sockets, and she was raised high above the top with a "Huo" surprise, and said, "Do you think I won't dare to kill you?" ”

"Kill! It's better to put everything on your shoulders than to die! Tang An took a step forward without fear, and the look of tears in his eyes made Su Mei'er, who had just raised her momentum, take a step back in shock.

"You... Do you think I wouldn't dare! Su Mei'er shouted with all her strength, as if she wanted to regain the aura that had been snatched away.

Tang An didn't say a word, just looked at her with a smile in his eyes. The two of them stood under the starry sky like this, and the whole picture seemed to freeze frame.

After a long time, Tang An sighed, turned around and sat on the spot with his back to Su Mei'er, and said, "My life is here, you can take it at any time if you want it." But when the beard comes, I'll still kill. Datang men don't have soft eggs to be slaughtered, if you want us to stop killing, unless I die! ”

The expression on Su Meier's pretty face changed several times, and finally slowly put down her right hand, which had already accumulated strength, tears flowed well, and she stomped her little feet: "Tang An, you will always only bully slaves, slaves hate you to death!" ”

Listening to Su Mei'er's footsteps gradually moving away, Tang An no longer had his previous momentum, his face was full of heartbreak and bitterness, and he muttered, "Do you hate me?" If I were you... Maybe I'll hate it too..."