Yin Shanhe sat on his horse, as steady as Mount Tai.

He looked at Ma Weiguan in front of him like a black cloud with an expressionless face.

His heart was bleeding at this time.

It's not because Ma Weiguan hasn't been captured for a long time, but because too many people have died.

Too many Zhou people.

He was using his own sword to help the Nanban massacre his own country.

He felt an incomparably cold in his back, a bone-chilling cold.

Cooler than autumn.

A messenger came running on horseback, he looked at Yin Shanhe, and then reported, "Someone wants to see the prince." ”

Yin Shanhe said lightly, "How many people?"

The messenger paused for a moment and then said, "Alone. ”

Yin Shanhe asked again, "Is it the guard of Ma Weiguan?"

The sergeant thought for a moment and said, "It's a stable." ”

Yin Shanhe shouted, "No." ”

The messenger said, "He said he was Zhoutu." ”

......

The night sky was incredibly quiet.

Yin Shanhe was riding on a horse, he didn't feel the silence of the night sky, he just felt cold.

It was as if the moonlight was ice and the autumn wind was water.

He rarely sweated, but the sweat was already running down his spine and wetting his robe.

There was silence for a long time in the night.

He stopped his horse, and all three armies followed suit.

He began to recall: what did the impression of Zhou Tu look like?

Then he remembered - it was one of the two sons of Emperor Zhou Xian.

He was very smart since he was a child, and he once took him to play when he was in the Celestial Empire.

So the question is, why did he become a stableman, and what did he come here for?

Yin Shanhe looked at the messenger's face and gradually fell into a trance.

The latter was startled, looked at the face of his own prince and said cautiously, "Lord, what's wrong with you?"

Yin Shanhe suddenly asked, "Is there still any wine?"

A sergeant next to him handed over a flask with a fine ponytail in it.

He unscrewed the lid of the flask and sniffed the wine inside, but he didn't drink it.

He walked out with his horse.

The messenger followed him, and the two of them had not spoken before, and the three armies stopped, and then waited for Yin Shanhe to give orders.

He's going to see Zhou Tu.

......

......

When he saw Zhoutu, the world around him seemed to be dark.

He knelt in the pile of dead men with his head bowed, as if he were a dead man.

Until he saw Yin Shanhe's horse come out.

There was a sparkle in his eyes.

Zhou Tu's gaze fell on Yin Shanhe's face, he had a lot of gray hair, and his wrinkles were deeper, but he was still the same person as he was back then.

There were no soldiers behind Yin Shanhe.

The messenger did not come.

He rode his horse, looked at the dead bodies underground, listened to the gurgling blood, and wondered if there were hidden waves under his calm face.

In fact, there are waves, but he doesn't want to admit it, he doesn't say it, and Zhou Tu naturally doesn't know.

......

Zhou Tu's voice was still trembling in the night sky, his hands were trembling, his body was trembling, and his head was as low as a bent ear of rice.

Yin Shanhe sat on the horse, the wine jug he was holding in his hand was finally unscrewed, and he took a sip of wine.

I don't know if it's heroic courage or intimidating courage.

Zhou Tu fell headlong into the ground.

"The Great Zhou Emperor Zhou Tu ......"

"Come and die. ”

Yin Shanhe's wine was poured outside, wetting the battle armor and then the battle robe.

Zhou Tu gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "I only ask the prince to spare the people and soldiers in the city." ”

There were no tears in his eyes, for they had gone down the blood.

Yin Shanhe looked at the corpses and blood all over the ground, and was silent for the first time.

Zhou Tu watched him grit his teeth again:

"The first emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty came to die on the way!"

"I only ask the prince to spare the people and soldiers in the city. ”

......

......

His voice echoed above the wasteland.

Li Fengliang in front of the city gate sat on the ground and looked at this scene calmly.

The groans of the seriously wounded soldier next to him were quieter, and there was a teenage child soldier who was still crying, and a veteran held him in his arms, holding half of a blood-soaked mooncake in his hand to coax him better.

The kid glared at the veteran, "I don't want to die. I don't want to die......"

The veteran smiled and comforted him and said, "When people die, they will become stars in the sky, you see so many people died tonight, are the stars in the sky extraordinarily bright?"

The boy cried, "When my father died, he told me that he would become a star in the sky, so many stars, how do I know who he is?"

The veteran continued, "Naturally, it's the brightest one. ”

......

People watched this scene quietly, and if it was normal, they would definitely laugh.

But at this time, none of them laughed.

The kid put the mooncake in his mouth, then frowned and spit it out.

"This mooncake is not delicious. Like the smell of horse manure in my backyard. ”

A soldier next to him suddenly asked, "Have you ever eaten horse manure?"

Then the crowd burst out laughing.

A bearded man looked at the child and said, "Child, give me a taste, I haven't tasted what mooncakes taste like during the festival today." ”

The boy handed over the mooncake, and the big man took a small bite, then frowned and said, "Old man, your mooncake is really unpalatable." ”

Everyone began to be curious, wondering how unpalatable this mooncake could be?

Another thin soldier, whose left arm was broken, cried out weakly, "Give me a bite too, and I'll see how unpalatable it is?"

The moon cake was handed over, he took a bite and smacked, "It's so unpalatable, it's so unpalatable, you must not have washed your hands when you wrapped it." ”

There was laughter from the crowd.

They looked at the mooncake and seemed to have forgotten that they were on the battlefield.

He seems to have forgotten that he is going to die.

The half of the mooncake spread in the hands of everyone, and everyone only took a small bite.

"Is it really that bad?"

"Give me a taste, give me a taste. ”

"Phew, it's so unpalatable, I think it smells like bird droppings. ”

......

A sense of joy spread through the crowd.

A lame soldier suddenly looked up at the sky and boasted, "Do you know why the moon is so round?"

So someone asked him, "Tell me why?"

The man said, "This is the heavens afraid that the Cowherd will not see the Weaver Girl, so he deliberately let the moon shine brightly here." ”

So someone scolded, "Get out of the way, that's Qixi Festival, what does it have to do with the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

The man quibbled, "You don't have a favorite girl, this moon is in the sky, you can see it without it?"

......

The autumn wind doesn't seem to be cold anymore at this point.

A soldier smiled and sent the mooncake in his hand to Li Fengliang.

"General, they all say that this mooncake is extremely unpalatable, you can taste it too. ”

Li Fengliang hesitated for a moment, he took the piece of moon cake and took a bite gently.

It smells of blood in your mouth, where does it smell?

Where is it unpalatable?

Li Fengliang's eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

He looked at the soldiers, there were old people and children, strong men and young people, they were all smiling happily, watching themselves eat this piece of moon cake.

"It's unpalatable, but it's not bird droppings, I eat it like dog shit." ”

The soldiers laughed again.

The light of the bright moon fell on their faces.

Some are missing arms, others are missing legs.

Some of them were seriously injured and their intestines were lying on the ground, and they could no longer get up.

But they all laughed at this point.

This is the atmosphere of the festival.

That's nice.