It is also a picture that looks like he is in the barracks, but the difference is that in this illusion picture is an old man in dark red iron armor, if Mo Zhan saw this old man here at this moment, he would definitely be surprised, because this old man is his grandfather: General Mo!

And General Mo is looking at a sand table in his eyes with a sad face at this moment, on the sand table, the positions of the two armies are distributed, and the enemy is in a three-fold situation, surrounding General Mo's military camp, which is in danger.

"Marshal, we can't drag it out any longer, if it drags on any longer, sooner or later our morale will be weakened, please make a decision as soon as possible!"

Next to General Mo, a bearded general wearing armor clenched his fists at General Mo with a very anxious expression and said.

"Hey, I know. ”

General Mo sighed heavily and continued.

"As long as I want, I don't need to spend a few times to quickly break down the enemy's offensive, but I didn't expect that they would use the lives of tens of thousands of ordinary people as a shield, and every time they attacked, they pushed those people in front of the military formation, how do you tell me to issue military orders. ”

After listening to General Mo's words, the bearded general's eyes were instantly full of anger, his face was extremely angry, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Those eight lambs, they are really not raised by people, and they dare to use the lives of innocent people as shields!"

General Mo walked in front of the door of the barracks with a lonely expression with his hands on his hands, looking at the direction in the distance, where there was an unquenchable flame, looking at this flame, General Mo said sadly.

"So, this is also the reason why I have never ordered to attack, although I have killed thousands of people and 100,000 people, I am even called the god of killing by the enemy, Shura. But war is always a matter between soldiers and the country, and it has nothing to do with the people, they are all innocent people. ”

"However, if the marshal does not give the order to attack again, the soldiers will sooner or later..."

He didn't dare to finish the rest of the words, if he said it, it would be to disturb the morale of the army, disturb the morale of the army, General Mo has always been punished heavily, and he will not show mercy.

"Hey. General Mo sighed again, and after sighing, he said, "Let me think about it for a few days." ”

The screen shifts to a battlefield.

The soldiers of the two armies on the battlefield, all riding war horses, holding halberds, looked at each other with serious faces, although the battle had not started at the moment, but they could clearly feel that the unusually cold killing aura!

General Mo rode a sturdy war horse wearing battle armor, stood in front of the Zhenwu Army, looked at a general wearing silver armor opposite, and said in a very cold tone.

"General Jesus, do you really want to use the lives of tens of millions of innocent people as a shield?"

"Hahaha. ”

General Ye Yan laughed, held a curved short knife in his right hand, pointed at General Mo, and said to the soldiers beside him: "Look, everyone, isn't this the famous killing god General Mo? ”

"Hahahaha. The soldiers beside General Yashi burst into laughter.

General Mo took a deep breath, exerted his Xuan Qi, and shouted in a deep voice: "Yay, I warn you, don't try to challenge my bottom line!"

"Hahaha!" Ye Yan laughed again, then looked at General Mo and said coldly: "Even if I challenge your bottom line, so what?"

As he spoke, he made a gesture with his right hand: "Come on, bring that group of untouchables to me! Let's see what General Mo's bottom line is?"

"Hahaha, yes!"

The soldiers on the side gladly accepted the order, and soon, a group of old and weak women and children stepped forward, these people numbered about tens of thousands, their clothes were in tatters, and their faces were yellow and thin.

Ye Yan looked at General Mo coldly, pointed at these people with a scimitar and said, "General Mo, let me see, what is your bottom line!"

Saying that, Ye Yan waved his scimitar again and said coldly: "Attack!"

"Kill!"

After the order was given, the soldiers behind General Ye Yan roared wildly, tied those people in front of the army, and began to rush towards General Mo's army!

General Mo raised his right hand, but quickly put it down, he didn't want to give the order to counterattack in his heart, just looking at the people in front of the army, his heart softened.

Seeing the troops getting closer and closer, General Mo never gave the order to launch a counterattack, and the soldiers next to him couldn't help but hurriedly say: "Marshal, hurry up and give the order!"

General Mo smiled bitterly and said, "Why don't I want to give an order, but look at those innocent people, can you bear it?"

The soldier knelt down on his knees, clenched his fists, and said: "Marshal, the society of the country is of paramount importance! Even if the marshal can't bear it in his heart, so what? There is no innocent talk on the battlefield! Not to mention that behind us, there are also tens of millions of people! If the army is defeated, what kind of face will there be to face them. ”

As he spoke, the soldier knelt down on his knees, clenched his fists at General Mo, and pleaded: "Marshal!

Of course, General Mo also knew this, and what the soldiers said was probably what others thought, and after taking a deep look at those innocent people, suddenly, a man in the crowd of those innocent people stood up and yelled at General Mo.

"Marshal Mo, we all know that you are benevolent and righteous, patriotic and loving the people, and unwilling to kill innocents. But these people are vicious and cruel, and if they can kill us, they can kill more people. I hope that Marshal Mo will counterattack as soon as possible, and we will never drag Marshal Mo back!"

Saying that, the man turned around resolutely and slammed into the sword of the enemy behind him!

After the man died, several more people in the crowd stood up and shouted at General Mo: "Marshal Mo! I hope you will fight back as soon as possible! Win this battle!"

"Marshal Mo! Remember not to let down the people behind you! We have no regrets even if we die!"

The people said one by one, and one by one they turned to the sword behind them, and died with a smile on their faces, as long as they could win this war, they died, so what?

At least the lives of the thousands of people behind General Mo can be safe.

Though they die, they have no regrets!

Soon, all these people committed suicide, General Mo looked at the corpses of these people with tears in his eyes, and from their faces, he could even see that there was no resentment on the faces of these people, but more with a relieved smile.

Ahhh

General Mo raised his head and roared, and from the faces of these people, he could clearly feel how much these people trusted him and trusted him to win this war.

"Attack!"

General Mo roared angrily, held his sword and rushed towards the enemy, and in the midst of the enemy army, he swept in all directions, shuttling freely! Everywhere he went, flesh and blood flew everywhere!

The soldiers of the Zhenwu Army, just now they witnessed those people committing suicide one after another, their eyes were already red, and after General Mo gave the order, they all rushed into the enemy army with crazy faces!

There was a wave of anger in everyone's hearts, and everywhere they went, there was not even a bone left of the enemy!

In order not to let those people die in vain, kill! kill!

In order to live up to the wishes of those people, kill! kill!

For the sake of the tens of millions of people behind him, kill, kill!

Broken hands, and feet! with both feet, kill, kill! kill!

Broken hands, feet, and teeth! with teeth, kill, kill!

As long as you don't die, then kill and kill!

The battle lasted for a long time, and the madness of the Zhenwu army gradually stopped until there was no enemy left by the side of the Zhenwu army.

Almost every member of the Zhenwu Army was injured to varying degrees, some had broken hands, some had broken feet, some even had no feet, and some died.

And the wound on General Mo's body, although he did not break his hands and feet, but there was a huge knife wound on his chest, this knife wound was left by General Mo when he was trying to kill Ye Zhen, although he was so seriously injured, but fortunately, Ye Fu finally died under General Mo's knife.

However, although all of them had wounds on their bodies, none of them rested after the battle, and as long as they had hands, even if they had no feet, they also walked into the middle of the battlefield, silently carried out the bodies of their comrades and those civilians, and placed them neatly one by one in an open space outside the battlefield.

There is an unwritten rule among the Zhenwu Army, which says that you must never leave the corpses of your comrades-in-arms behind! No matter who you are, as long as you have both hands, you must arch the corpses of your comrades-in-arms back with your head! Otherwise, you will be executed directly!

This battle was extremely tragic, the Zhenwu army lost 200,000 people, and those people had 50,000 people!

Looking at the comrades-in-arms who were still playing with themselves in the past, but now they were lying on the ground and no longer woke up, everyone's faces were very sad and sad.

But no one cried, because they knew that as long as they cried, after they returned in the future, they would definitely be teased by their comrades-in-arms underground, or even deny them!

General Mo also looked at these corpses and bowed his head silently, for him, how could he feel good in his heart.

After a long time, General Mo's face suddenly became very*, and he said in a deep voice: "Send, Yingling, go home!"

Under an order, one of the Zhenwu soldiers walked out of the team, with the same face very * with a torch, and then lit the corpse, the raging fire soon burned the corpse into ashes, everyone held a porcelain altar in their hands, their eyes were very serious, carefully cleaned the ashes in the coke, and then put them into the jar one by one.

Even after death, let the ashes of your comrades return to their hometown!

This is the end of the picture, and the illusion disappears.

The old man looked at Ye Bufan and asked again, "Do you understand?"

Ye Bufan didn't answer, at this moment, his mind was still immersed in the scene where the people committed suicide by hitting their swords, and they were also immersed in the scene where the Zhenwu Army brought back the bodies of their comrades one by one.

All this, in his heart, is being repeated infinitely, and it is also impacting his mind over and over again!