"Call me cold-blooded, call me cruel, that's all I am. In the face of absolute sanity and a bright future, I am as cruel to my enemies as I am to myself. I can cut down the young children of Gatu, and I can watch the soldiers of the city of Angola Ruz die. Long pain is better than short pain, and if there is no harm after severe pain, we have to bear it. At the present battlefield, the city of Angola Ruz is fighting hard, and what if it falls, the people at the border behind them will get eternal happiness! Feng Li said casually, but Wen Mu heard it with heartache.

Wen Mu knew how much Feng Li loved Angola Ruz City and those soldiers, and no one loved these soldiers who bled and sweated for Angola Ruz City more than her. This is how much determination it takes to make such a cruel decision, and how much blame you have to bear to make such a ruthless decision. Fengli always uses the most cruel methods to achieve the best results, against Gatu, against Angola Ruz City, and against Mia. Wen Mu understands Fengli's painstaking efforts and knows her heartache. Perhaps future generations will only see its cruelty and forget the far-reaching effects behind the cruelty.

The Buddha asked people to put down the butcher's knife and turn back to the shore. Since Buddhism pays attention to the cycle of cause and effect, why should we prevent this karma from happening, this is already in the cycle of cause and effect, isn't it? The Buddha asked people to put down the butcher's knife, which means that the Buddha only loves the person who picks up the butcher's knife, and does not love the person under the knife, so he only prevents the person who raises the knife and wants him to become a Buddha, why can't the person who is killed become a Buddha? In this way, how can there be such a thing as equality of all beings? I don't know how the Buddha, who said that all beings are equal, views what Fengli does, and how does he view Fengli?

Looking at Feng Li, whose face was calm, Wen Mu was thinking. How determined this man must be, to himself, to others. How cold her heart must have been. To yourself, to others. How generous and merciful her heart must be to be so loving? How lonely and uncomfortable her heart should be, facing the suffering of sentient beings, facing the incomprehension of sentient beings. How gentle her heart should be, so soft to repay all beings. How big her heart should be, all-encompassing. All, smiling and indifferent.

Wen Mu looked at the person in front of him with an indescribable emotion in his heart. I want to go all the way with her. I really never thought that the silent person at the beginning could now stand at the pinnacle of power in the world, talk and laugh, and be forcibly destroyed.

"Maybe. They will miss you a lot. Qin Xinghe. Luo San, Nie Xiaoyu, and the soldiers of Angola Ruz City will miss you very much! "Wen Mu was in contact with the lower-class soldiers more often than Fengli, and knew their worship and belief in Fengli.

"As long as a good life comes, sooner or later they will forget the pain they have had, let alone me, the one who brought them pain." Fengli's voice was very bitter. No matter how indifferent Feng Li said, those she brought to Jiatu and gave the Grim Reaper Dark Sword. The damage inflicted on the city of Ruz in Angola has always surfaced in her heart, and the bloody sacrifices have always lingered in her heart.

"Maybe you're underestimating the impact you have in their hearts." Wen Mu shook his head and said.

"Actually, it's important. I can't show up. As the saying goes, the mourning soldiers will win. I don't show up, my death is an inspiration to the city of Angola Ruz to fight regardless of life and death. If I show up, they feel like they have something to rely on, and they believe that as long as they have me, they can fight again. Without the determination to fight to the death, the casualties in the city of Angola Ruz will only be greater. The voice of the wind is sad and ethereal.

"Also, if I had appeared, I had slaughtered so many Gatu, and they had finally found me as the culprit. My appearance will only make the people of Gatu unite and attack me frantically. Such a concerted increase is not good, and it is not good for Angolan Ruz City. If you are crazy to deal with me, the soldiers of Angola Ruz will definitely save me, so that the victory will not necessarily be Angola Ruz City. So, I can't show up. Feng Li's tone was full of helplessness and bitterness.

"Moreover, once I appear, Yuan Xiu's eyes will not leave the city of Angola Ruz. Marshal of the city of Angola, who has been loyal to the Mia royal family for generations, cannot break his oath. Angola Ruz City without a marshal, Angola Ruz City without a normal handover, and Angola Ruz City, which was miserable after the Great War, refused any request from Yuan Xiu completely for reason. As long as after a few years, people are accustomed to a peaceful and hedonistic life, then war will not happen easily. The more time passes, the less likely it is that Yuan Xiu will be able to make Angolan Ruz City deal with Slitti. In this way, peace in the city of Ruz in Angola can be maintained. Feng Li's tone was very resolute and affirmative when he said this.

"You don't want them?" Wen Mu knew that Feng Li had always been an emotional person. There are so many brothers and relatives in Angola Ruz City, how can Feng Li let go!

"They're all right! Sometimes it's better not to see each other than to see each other, and it's good to have a thought. Speaking of this, Feng Li's expression finally eased.

No matter how bitter his heart is, Fengli hopes that the future of Angola Ruz City will be bright, no matter what the cost. Fengli's goal is to exchange the vicissitudes of my life for Mia's poems in spring.

"I believe in your decision, and I support you." Wen Mu has always been supportive of Feng Li's behavior.

"Let's go." Fengli looked at Chahan who was slowly receding in the firelight, and his heart was full of satisfaction.

"Let's go!" Wen Mu turned to follow Feng Li's footsteps.

The two of them descended and disappeared into the mountains.

Outside the city of Ruz, Angola, Zha Han slowly retreated with his troops, cautiously and cautiously, and Shi Zichuan slowly followed, cautious and angry.

Like Luo San, there was no pursuit and Lin Jixing, his goal was the safety of Angolan Ruz City, and the pursuit at the moment was not his goal. Lin Jixing cleaned the battlefield outside the city gate, which was also to prevent the return of Chahan in case of emergency.

The war lasted from dusk to late at night, and the battlefield was already covered with bones and blood. Everywhere there were broken walls and stumps, some of the enemy, some of the Angolan city of Ruz. Layers of corpses were piled up, blood soaked through clothes, and the land of Angola Ruz City under his feet was already dark red and miserable.

Nie Xiaoyu and Lin Jixing together, the two of them couldn't help but cry when they looked at such a scene, they won miserably! Looking at the few people standing beside them, and looking at the fallen soldiers, they suddenly hoped that Shi Zichuan and Ye Changmin would be able to kill all the remaining soldiers in Jiatu. Because there is no one to defend the city of Angola Ruth, they can already have no one to fight in any siege of Chahan.

Luo San and Qin Xinghe on the city wall came over and joined the ranks of cleaning up the battlefield, and the lightly wounded also joined the ranks of cleaning. Huang Lianglu's battle was too tragic, and he was already out of strength, and he could only collapse to the ground weakly at this moment. After Lin Jixing confirmed that his injuries were not serious, they let him go into the city to rest with confidence.

Some of the fallen soldiers were stabbed through their chests, but there must be a Gatu man on the other end of the knife, and the Gatu people will pull the soldiers of Angola Ruz City to the bottom when they die, and the soldiers of Angola Ruz City will also not let themselves go to Huangquan alone. Some of the knives were diagonally slashed across his body, and the internal organs and intestines in his body flowed to the ground, but where his fallen hand was, he still held the knife tightly, and the knife penetrated deep into the body of a Gatu soldier. Some of the soldiers fell, clinging to the two Gatu soldiers in their hands, and they were covered with horseshoe prints, apparently trampled to death. Some of the soldiers fell under their horses and were killed in battle with the Gatu soldiers. Some soldiers were surrounded by a circle of corpses of Gatu soldiers, while others were surrounded by a circle of soldiers from the Angolan city of Ruz. Some soldiers refused to fall even if they died, holding their knives against their bodies, staring at the city of Angola Ruz with gentle lingering. Some of them died with the Gatu soldiers, and the knives of both sides were plunged into each other's bodies. Some were obviously dead, and they were still holding on to a piece of the garment or trouser leg of the Gatu soldier; Some of them lay down in big characters, but their hands were no longer there, obviously because they were afraid that he was too powerful, and cut off their hands under siege.

They have different postures, but they have indifferent smiles on their faces, looking at the sky of the city of Angola or the direction of the city gate, and their eyes are dependent on attachment. The people who were still alive, Lin Jixing and all the soldiers of Angola Ruz City, couldn't help but squat down and cry bitterly. Yes, they know what they are looking at, and their eyes are their relatives through the city of Angola Ruz. They smiled, presumably the marshal had come to fetch them, and the marshal must have joined them. They turned into dust over the city of Angola Ruz, and together with the marshal, they watched the city of Angola and guarded the city of Angola Luz, forever, so they were so relieved and happy.

The marshal is gone, so many brothers are gone. The war was won, it was time to go home, and the day when the marshal had promised to go home had finally arrived. But marshal, where are they? The marshal died in battle, so many brothers are not there, and the family is waiting, but they are lying here, never going back!

One by one, the seriously wounded soldiers were carried into the city of Angola Ruz, and the already cold soldiers were carried into the distance. The soil under his feet gradually revealed. The land was soaked in blood, dry brown, moist crimson, flowing bright red, and the land could no longer receive the blood and tears of men. What kind of land is that, and what kind of tenacity can stand here! What kind of strong heart does the city of Angola Ruz have from generation to generation to fight here as always. This is the tears of the city of Ruz, Angola, or the tears of men! This piece of hot blood is the call of love of relatives. But no matter how much the hot blood rolled, no matter how much it flowed, it could no longer reach the mother's chest or the stream in front of the door. There is a silhouette of the wife doing laundry, the joy of the child playing in the water, and the expectation on the wrinkled face of the mother.

If Chahan could see the battlefield in the city of Ruz in Angola at this moment, he would definitely retreat. In this way, the demoralized Angolan city of Luz Chahan was sure that he could defeat in one turn, and with such a small number of soldiers, Gatu could be defeated with almost a charge. Under what circumstances did Chahan feel that he could not defeat the city of Ruz in Angola? (To be continued......)