"They just live for the sake of living, they have no meaning in life, they don't have their own beliefs." Ling Chen explained gently, his clear eyes looking into the air: "Xue'er, your father will definitely not regret what he did.

He is a loyal servant loyal to the people and a defender of the country. Now, although he is not as he thinks, he is shrouded in horse leather. However, he spent his life fighting for his ideals.

He defended his family and country, he won the love of most of the people, and countless people had a stable home because of him.

Cher, that's what your daddy wants.

These ordinary people who were instigated in front of him, your father didn't care at all, you ...... look" Ling Chen pointed to General Han in the prisoner car: "He is laughing." ”

Xue'er looked closer, the position of the prisoner car was closer, and her father's face was not very real, but she could feel that her father was indeed smiling.

His own father is a big hero, and no one can defile it. It was not these people who were instigated in front of him, but the Whampoa Flying Dragon who was far away in the imperial city.

Clenched her fists, she made a vow in her heart: In this life, she will take it as her mission to kill the Whampoa Flying Dragon, and she will never die.

Your Excellency.

From time to time, some unbearable words could come out, and Cher frowned. Looking at everything, Daddy's prisoner car got closer.

She looked closely, and saw that her father's hair was all white, and it was scattered over her shoulders. Those nasty things stuck to it, white prison clothes, red lumps of things, marks of tomatoes smashed on.

The majestic square face was also smashed by eggs, and a viscous liquid flowed down Daddy's beard.

How cruel is that?

Cher bit her lip, only to feel a burst of fishy sweetness flowing into her throat, and a strong feeling of dizziness in her head.

"Eat this." Ling Chen ordered.

Cher opened her mouth obediently and didn't ask what she wanted to eat. That's how she reacts, and she's very obedient. The mouth opens, and a sour, soft thing enters the mouth.

A burst of cool air in the dantian spread to the limbs and hundreds of remains. The nameless restlessness in Xue'er's heart was also suppressed, and her originally dizzy head regained its clarity for a while.

I almost fell into a spell.

Cher rubbed her hair in distress, she took two steps back and took a deep breath.

Ling Chen stood aside, looking at the stubborn apprentice in front of him.

She herself is extremely emotional, and her impression of her father is that he is the greatest hero in the world. At this time, seeing such an insulting scene, I must have been extremely angry in my heart, and I couldn't understand the behavior of these people.

That's when I got into my heart.

It was the Heart Clearing Pill he had prepared, there were about a dozen of them, and it should be able to make Xue'er get through.

Cher stood there motionless, her expression extremely painful.

Ling Chen handed over the Qingxin Pill: "This can help you." Xue'er pushed back, her delicate face with full stubbornness: "I can, master." "If she can't survive today, how to avenge her ruthless brother and father in the future, she must keep herself calm under any circumstances.

Just like the master.

The noise outside, still. Suddenly, the drum sounded.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The dull beating of the drum resounded in the sky.

Xue'er took two quick steps and grabbed the fence, and the sound came from the execution table, two shirtless men, beating two huge drums.

The executioner carried a large chopping knife, and his face was full of hideousness.

The sharp blade reflects the sunlight and brings extreme cold.

The prisoner's cart drove to the side of the torture table and stopped. Lord Qincha stood up from his seat and took out the token indifferently: "Chop." ”

"Smack."

The token was tossed and dropped on the ground.

"Cut the ......" The mighty voice of the Black-Armored Royal Forest Army sounded again.

A sense of fear arose in everyone's hearts, and they gradually stopped throwing filth at the prisoner car. He didn't say anything anymore, just stood there quietly, looking at the stage.

This piece of sky, as if there is only one word left for "chopping", is ruthless and indifferent. In the past, countless lives were completely wiped out in such a voice.

When the "slash" finally dissipated, the entire Dharma field was silent.

"Whoa."

The sound of the prison door opening.

Xue'er felt in her heart for a while, and then calmed down.

The majestic figure of my father stood there. Even at this time, his body, clothes, and hair were full of unbearable things, but his expression was as proud.

His back was straight, and his expression was as undesecrated as a god's mansion in the world.

The god of war who has gone through two dynasties, the old general who has never been defeated once, although he is full of silver hair, his momentum is still compelling.

The cloak of the Imperial Forest Army, who opened the prison door, couldn't help but bend down at him, and my eyes were full of admiration. As a soldier, as the closest to the emperor, he knew the contribution of this old general to the country.

Politics is always the cruelest thing, and he is just an ordinary soldier.

Dressed in prison clothes and guarded by a team of cloaked royal forest troops, General Han walked towards the execution table.

The momentum of not being angry and arrogant made the people who were relatively close to them shrink back.

Above the third floor.

Cher held on to the railing and watched her father step by step towards death.

The majestic posture is also the same as when you see it in the house. It's just that the silver hair shows something. Ling Chen's low sigh rang in his ears.

Xue'er turned her head sideways, and Ling Chen was holding an elixir in her hand, emitting a cool mint taste, thinking that she had eaten it just now.

He was worried, and his heart was a little touched. Cher shook her head at him, then turned her head to look at the Dharma field below.

Lord Chincha on the torture platform sat there.

And his father stood right before him. Because of his father's exploits, Lord Chincha did not force him to kneel, but let him stand, and his resolute figure was like a mountain.

Behind Lord Qincha was a eunuch sent by Whampoa Feilong, who unfolded a yellow notice and read in a sharp voice: "In the eighth year of Emperor Wu of the Hua Dynasty, the Han family collaborated with the enemy to rebel and shield the remnants of the Hua family in the previous dynasty, and the Son of Heaven was angry......"

A long list of charges came out. Except for the ruthless brother, everything else should be pressed. This emperor kills people, and there is no excuse for it.

The midday sun had climbed overhead, and there was a hint of overwhelming heat in the air.

On the torture platform, Lord Chincha raised his right hand. "It's three o'clock in the afternoon, and the execution will be carried out."

"Execution."

All the black-armored royal forest soldiers in the law field roared in a low voice.

The sound of the war drums, suddenly changing the tone, was a desolate war song, and the stirring drum beat resounded in this sky. This is the hero's tragedy, this is the desolate tune.

No one knows why Whampoa Feilong arranged it like this, the humiliation at the beginning, and the current fierce war drums.

Everyone remained silent.

Under the torture platform, the people looked up, and the general was carrying a wooden card with a chopping character.

His countenance, without a trace of aging, was as bright as a goshawk's eyes in the sad sound of war drums.

This war drum is a tune that accompanies him throughout his life.

Rong Ma is in the world, and he is no longer alive, he has no regrets, and he is worthy of the ancestors of the Han family.

This land is what he has been defending with his life and youth. He took the children of this land to protect his family and the thousands of people living here.

War drums "Knock Knock ......"

Resounding in the sky, even this piece of sky seemed to dim.

Attic on three floors.

Cher clenched her fists and looked at her father with teary eyes.

The drums of war have sounded three times, one more desolate than the other, and one more passionate than the other. This is a war song that belongs to his father, and this is his pride.

"Boom."

My father was pushed to his knees, but his head was still raised and his body was straight. This is also his pride, the Han family, never admit defeat, will not be weak.

My father said, "Your head can be broken, your blood can flow, and your back can't be bent."

Father said: The Han family is the guardian of this land, not the emperor's blade.

……

The Han family has been famous for generations, but unfortunately, the final result is not very good, only in the war, the famous generals of the Han family can get the highest merits, once the country is in peace, the Han generals are often hidden, or secretly executed.

There are also the same as the father, who are publicly beheaded, but very rarely.

The influence of the Han family, in the army, has absolute strength. They are the symbol of the god of war, the sustenance of the spirit of many ordinary soldiers, and for the enemy country, the Han family is the most ferocious jackal, and they lose their fear at first sight.

No emperor could tolerate the aberration of military power. For the Han family, they are extremely loving and afraid. It is hoped that they can open up territory for their imperial power and consolidate their hegemony. At the same time, he was afraid that the Han family would understand the evil intentions and plot to seize the country.

This is not a thing, a hundred years ago, the Han family produced a genius who was amazing and decisive, and his temperament was brave and ruthless, which was different from other children of the Han family. Later, he overthrew the emperor of the land and ascended to the throne himself. It's just that the expropriation is tyrannical, extremely extravagant, and the war has been going on for many years.

It was only three years of hard work before this genius was killed. Since then, the Han family has become a rat crossing the street, and it is a family that is taboo for the royal family.

Father, her father. The only remaining children of the Han family, obey the ancestral teachings, shed blood for this land, dedicate their youth, and are not afraid of the ridicule of the pen, and the suspicion of the Whampoa Feilong.

He stood up for himself and protected the people.

The only bloodline that takes in the flower family is righteousness. Taking the lead and charging ahead is brave. Fierce protest against Whampoa Feilong's plan to invade the north is loyalty, and this loyalty is to the people, not to the imperial power.

My father had no regrets, and he insisted on himself all his life.

Perhaps, the loss of his mother, but he was not by his side, is the only regret. Thinking about it, my father's slightly tied beard, thinking about my father's gentle demeanor. Thinking, my father's gentle and broad palm.

My father may be strict, he may be difficult to come back, but he loves himself very much. Every letter to the family is full of my father's thoughts about him.

"Cher, I'm really jealous of you." The gentle banter of the stepmother rang in the ears.

At that time, everything was so happy, except for the days at the palace. There is a ruthless brother, a stepmother, a father's letter, a nagging nurse, and now, everyone has left her.

"Father's ......"

Tears ran down his face and wet his clothes.

"Huh."

The drummer on the torture platform shouted.

"Boom."

The sound of a huge drum with an echo lingers for a long time.

The executioner raised the machete in his hand and headed for his father's neck.