"What? The ......" The soldier who was called out looked stunned and hesitated, but no one took a step forward.

This is a quagmire, not to mention the cold water in it, even the mud is enough for them to drink a pot. If you swim in this kind of quagmire and swim all over the sticky muddy water, wouldn't you be asking for hardship?

They looked at Gao Shun and didn't know what he was going to do. Does it make sense, or is it something to train? Anyway, they can't understand it, and no one wants to step into it.

"What are you doing? Do you want me to invite you in? Gao Shun clenched his fists and sneered, his eyes wandered, constantly sweeping these motionless soldiers through. Under such a gaze, the soldiers were all cold, as if something bad was about to happen.

"But......," a soldier muttered.

However, he simply emitted clear bytes, which was interrupted by Gao Yu's loud shouting, "But?! There's nothing but, don't say anything in front of me. Only, yes, or no. ”

Gao Shun stood in front of the soldier with fire in his eyes, and every word he said was accompanied by saliva and spittle, and large particles were splashed on his face. The soldier didn't dare to blink his eyes, he could only suffer like this, he couldn't refute it, and he didn't dare to refute it. Because he knows that once he says one more word, there will be a storm.

But if he doesn't speak, it doesn't mean that Gao Shun's words will stop.

"But? Why do you have but? Gao Shun almost pointed his finger at the soldier's nose and cursed.

"If someone cuts you with a knife on the battlefield, do you think it is useful? Or do you say that if others don't kill you, they can easily kill others? ”

"But? Hehe. Gao Shun laughed coldly, as if he had heard some big joke.

He took a step back, taking his eyes off the sweaty soldier who had already been reprimanded, and instead swept towards the phalanx of soldiers who were standing in solemnity. He was watching, watching the expressions on the faces of these soldiers, observing the slightest hint of their eyebrows, not letting go of a trace.

To be a qualified general is to see what is in the hearts and minds of soldiers from the faces of them. He saw it, and he knew that these soldiers were probably dissatisfied in their hearts, and maybe some agreed, but more of them ignored his fuss.

"You're soldiers! There are not so many buts, and there are no buts! There is only obedience, obedience premised on death. Gao Shun's cold words came out of his mouth, like a knife scraping bones, and he slashed back and forth in the hearts of all the soldiers.

The scene was very quiet, so quiet that the soldiers saw the dust falling from the sky, and they all seemed to have a little sound. Outside the camp gate, the flying leaves outside the school yard fell in the school yard and trampled on the ground, but it was like a sharp corner cutting a hole in their hearts. "Click." The sound of shattering echoed in the hearts of the soldiers, which was the crisp sound of their view of right and wrong, the basic cognitive concept of being shattered and scattered.

"If we know that it is wrong and unjust, do we obey the command that we should die?" A soldier mustered up the courage to speak up. His voice trembled faintly, but he still told the whole paragraph completely, and even spoke loudly at the end.

"Yes." Gao Shun nodded and glanced at the soldier indifferently.

He didn't scold, he didn't take a knife, he didn't whip the soldier. But his gaze is the most lethal weapon, a stab that can go straight to the bottom of the heart from other people's eyes.

"First of all, you're a military man." Gao Shun spoke slowly, stretched out his hand to stroke the wrinkled sleeves of his robe, and gently dusted it off, flicking off the dust and sand on it. Only then did he continue to speak: "The duty of a soldier is to fight, fight, and fight. In addition to quitting the army, then you are still a soldier for a day, then you must fight until the moment of death, just because you are a soldier. ”

"What do soldiers fight for? For your country, for your lord, for everything you want to protect. So you think that everything you are prepared to protect is wrong? Is it unjust? Gao Shun asked.

"I ......" The soldier who retorted blushed, but he didn't say anything for a long time. After a while, he finally mustered up the courage and shouted loudly: "What I am prepared to protect is right!" It's just! They are all people I want to protect, but I couldn't protect them at the beginning, but I want to continue to protect them, and I can't let others repeat what happened to me! ”

As he spoke, the young soldier burst into tears, he knew that he was ugly now, and even tasted the taste of his tears, which were very astringent and salty, but not as deep as the scars in his memory. What he once had, what he once swore to guard, was shattered, not even a trace remained, shattered into powder, and only everything in his memory remained.

He thought of his father and mother in the famine, and of the fact that they themselves gnawed on the grass roots, but gave him and his brother porridge. I thought that every time they told themselves that they had eaten it, but after they finished eating, they secretly drank it with a bowl of porridge and water. There was rice in it, but there were only a few grains, but they drank it so carefully, for fear that the little bit of white rice soup would spill out. smiled so brightly in front of him, but when he turned around, he clearly heard the most **** desire and pain conveyed by his stomach.

"Brother, brother, are you full?" With tears in his eyes, he seemed to see a little boy holding a bowl in front of him, with a pair of bare feet, running towards him prettyly. He was dressed in ill-fitting clothes, and his face was dirty, and the only thing he could see was the sparkle in his eyes, which could not be concealed no matter how dirty and thick the gray on his face was.

"Brother, brother, are you not hungry?" The little boy continued to ask, tilting his head and asking him.

"Whoa." The little boy held a large bowl and snuggled at him, and on top of the floating rice oil in the bowl, there was a thin layer of rice grains that could be counted. The little boy smiled, and with a little caution, his snow-white teeth were exposed, shining.

"Xiaobao, there's still that. If my brother can't eat enough, let's eat Xiaobao's, anyway, Xiaobao is full. After saying that, the little boy patted his round belly and showed that he had not deceived his brother.

At this time, the young soldier couldn't cry anymore, because he later learned that Xiaobao's round belly was also full of porridge and water! Even if he was hungry, he still thought about his father and mother, and his brother, and every time he would come to ask them if they were full, and then show them the big bowl and round belly in his hand.

"Little Bao ......" The young soldier stretched out his hand, and his movements were extremely gentle, for fear that just a small touch, the image would disappear in front of him.

But when his fingertips touched it lightly, it suddenly shattered, and he could no longer see his brother. It's just that vaguely, he seems to hear his brother's laughter when he used to play hide and seek with his brother.

"Brother, brother, I've hid it, come and arrest me."

"Giggles, I've already hid it, if you can't catch my brother, you're a big idiot......"

(End of chapter)