Ye Chunqiu said that, he was already in good spirits. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

No matter how much grievance there is in your heart, no matter how much you are unhappy, then turn these emotions into strength.

If His Majesty really died outside the gates, at the hands of the Tatars, at the hands of these bandits and robbers, then ...... All these men are to be buried with them.

Ye Chunqiu looked sideways and looked at Tang Bohu.

Tang Bohu couldn't help but take a step back, because the eyes that flashed with some tears seemed to come from the depths of hell at this moment, so sharp and terrifying.

With a penetrating light, a single look can instantly kill a thousand people.

Ye Chunqiu's face was cold, he frowned tightly, and slowly analyzed.

"They...... I must want to rest all night, attack tomorrow, come just in time, tell Wang Shouren, prepare our sharp weapons, originally, I didn't want to create evil and kill people, now ...... It's time to give them a little bit of power. ”

Ye Chunqiu was then silent, and Tang Bohu realized that the grandfather was not afraid of the punishment of the imperial court.

He only knows a little about the friendship between His Majesty and his grandfather, after all, he is just an outsider, so it is difficult to empathize, he just glanced at Ye Chunqiu deeply, and said: "The student knows, Grandpa mourns." ”

"Heh......" Ye Chunqiu looked at the sky and laughed coldly, and then called softly: "Brother Bohu......"

"Huh?"

Ye Chunqiu swallowed his saliva, and squeezed out the words from between his teeth with some difficulty.

"Under the same sky, something unexpected will always happen, do you know what Xu Jie is reporting? In return, Hongyuan and the surrounding grasslands are empty, uninhabited for hundreds of miles, you know...... What does this mean? ”

Tang Bohu's heart throbbed, he took a deep breath, and said quietly: "The student knows." ”

"You don't know." Ye Chunqiu looked at him sternly, and refuted him mercilessly.

"Because you don't know what kind of killing this is, you can't see the despair of that person when the butcher's knife hangs high above the person's head, and you can't hear the last cry, so you can't imagine the heart-piercing pain of the golden iron instrument cutting into the flesh and bones; and the fear that the man is dying, and that all things are over; It is precisely because we don't know that we can't empathize, so we who are hundreds of miles away hear just cold numbers, for them, every number here is their everything, their life and death, honor and disgrace, their despair and heartfelt pain, but for them, it's just numbers, that's all. ”

Ye Chunqiu's face was full of pain, his heart was full of anger, he closed his eyes sadly, his mind was full of the tragic picture, he took a deep breath, opened his eyes suddenly, and said with a straight face.

"In the past, I loved to talk about soldiers on paper, and casualties were just numbers for me, but now, I can finally understand this heartache and despair, because if Your Majesty is slaughtered, I can also empathize, but why is there such a killing?"

Speaking of excitement, Ye Chunqiu's voice turned fierce.

"This is because there will always be jackals in this world, there will always be people who want to get something for nothing, and there will always be people in this world who can't hide their wolf ambitions. However, there is another reason, and another reason is that in this world, those who are bullied, those who are humiliated, are always unable to rise up, to face those butchers, and tell them that you will pay the price, so in the final analysis, the reason why there is killing in the world is because the jackals have not been killed enough, because they have not felt pain, because they only think of the pleasure of Jian, Yin's captivity, and they have not paid enough. I want them to know what pain is and what sin is worthy of death. ”

Ye Chunqiu turned around and headed in the direction of the command room, leaving only Tang Bohu with a cold back: "I won't have compassion anymore, I won't have any more unbearable heart, they make me hurt, then, I'll let them be in pain and regret coming to this world." ”

Tang Bohu hadn't realized his pain from Ye Chunqiu's words, Ye Chunqiu had already stepped into the room, Tang Bohu shook his head and sighed, Grandpa Fangcai's face was very bad, as if there was some kind of murderous aura that could not be concealed all over his body, this kind of murderous aura, although it was invisible, seemed to have a qualitative quality, which made Tang Bohu can't help but speed up.

Tang Bohu even has a little jealousy of His Majesty, to a certain extent, the grandfather is a good person, he gets along with people politely, and even when he speaks, he never oppresses people with power, and occasionally makes some small jokes that are not excessive, such a person is really a good friend, Tang Bohu feels that he is not like his subordinates, but more like a friend, the friendship of gentlemen is as light as water, originally Tang Bohu thought so, but he never imagined that Ye Chunqiu also had such an emotional side for his friends.

It was late at night.

Outside the trench, there are tens of thousands of elite Mongolian iron cavalry, this is the most powerful cavalry in the world, there is no one, this cavalry has trampled through countless countries, slaughtered countless creatures, but now, they are outside the trench, like a hungry wolf, staring at their prey.

The moon in the sky is very round, if the time is good, at this time, the Guannai, it is also approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival, it should be a day of reunion, but everyone is squatting here, but everyone has no complaints.

Just at this moment, the sound of the flute came from the command room, the flute was melodious and a little poignant, sandwiched between the angry horns of the north wind.

This faint flute sound, in this night near the Mid-Autumn Festival, people can't help but think of the relatives in the gate, and the warmth that has been remembered in the depths of their hearts can't help but be awakened, so the students have pricked up their ears and listened silently, the noisy laughter and scolding are gone, only this quiet floating inside and outside the trenches, adding sorrow and thoughts.

The low voice seemed to carry the low cry of a night ghost, as if it was hard to find a bosom friend, unwilling to echo the other tones in the wilderness, as if in the midst of the crowd, although it was noisy and noisy, in the midst of this laughter one after another, a cold figure stood in the middle, out of place.

Everyone curled up in the trench and looked at a ghost lamp in the command room, as if they saw a figure, and the figure was the flute, and the flute turned into a shadow.

That Tang Bohu came out of the command room, walked a few steps in the trench with his waist bent, and happened to arrive at a self-built shed, and angrily pouted at Xu Jie and the others inside: "Let ...... Give up a place, create evil, my grandfather has no intention of sleeping tonight, but my sleepy insect is coming, who can afford to play the flute all night? (To be continued.) )