Gary Gul's eyes were calm, and he asked displeasedly, "Who are you?" Oh, the traitor who killed his own general! I don't need to know your name! Ji Mu Shibai crossed his legs and walked forward strangely, and the heavy beard on his face was all gone.

The rough man's skin has become much more delicate, and his voice has become much thinner: "Your Majesty the Sultan, it's me, the betrayer Jimu Shibai." Don't you feel weird? Why did Tabacus, the successor of the next sultan, betray you? Gary Gul turned his head to look at Tabac, whom he had once loved, and no longer pretended to be straightforward, and asked, "Why?" My baby? Am I not your father? Tabac was silent, unable to resist the sadness in Garigul's eyes, and slowly lowered his head.

Garigul's face gradually turned crimson, and his tone became more and more poignant: "Tabacs, my child, you have been a treasure in my heart since the day I brought you back. When you come to the fore, you will not only be my child, but also the successor of Mark Rumu! Why? You know, I can't have offspring, you're my only relative, why can't you wait two more years? Tabac's eyes were closed, and the corners of his eyes were slowly slipping down.

Garigul's eyes gradually became bloody, and he pointed at Mu Shibai angrily: "Is it because of him?" Because of a filthy traitor, you are going to betray your old father? Looking at Tabac's reaction, Mumushibai was a little worried that he would be moved by Garygul's words, and shook his head with a smile: "Dear Sultan, don't you understand? With your existence, there will be the existence of the monster of Jilam, and there will be countless children who will suffer misfortune and perish forever in misfortune. It's time to end, it's time for a monster like Gillam to disappear. Hearing the words of Mu Shibai, Tabacus, who was already a little shaken, raised his head, and there were tears on his white face: "Yes! My father. I love you so much that I am willing to give you all I have, but I would rather go to hell than Giram for the crime of being a traitor! It should be over, there should be no Jiram in this world, and there is no need for Mark Liumu! Gary Gul roared angrily: "The end? You're all crazy! Will there be no war in this world? No! Will there be no homeless children? No! What will happen to these children if I don't save them? Yes? They will starve to death, they will be whipped to death, and they will be peeled and boiled into a pot of delicious broth by those nobles! Haven't you ever seen anything like this? Is it also wrong that Mark Rumu gave these children a way to live? "Turk Mushibai was worried that Tabac would be persuaded by Gary Gul and wanted to open his mouth to refute, but he didn't expect that it was Tabac who directly counterattacked!

Tabacus's long flowing hair was not tied up, and the long black hair fluttered with the breeze and Tabac's anger: "No! Father, a child can starve to death, become someone else's slave, or become a pot of broth, but must not be tormented forever in purgatory! Did you know? How painful was it to struggle to survive when I was crippled? How do I feel when people look at me like a monster? I'm a man! But I can't love those beautiful women, so I can only torture myself! I'm human! It's people! Not a killing machine, not a plaything! "Yes, Tabacus, who roared madly with tears streaming down his face, asked a question that no one could answer for eternity, which is more important, survival or dignity?

Gary Gul was silent, he also walked step by step like this, and he couldn't know the pain very well!

He also had Tabac's confusion, and he still has no answer. Whenever he can't stand the torment in his heart, only blood and killing can make him better.

Tabac walked up to the big man who whipped him every day, and tore his clothes, revealing his scarred chest: "Father, Koryaev whips me every day, but do you think he feels good? These scars are carved by himself every day! Kolyaev couldn't hold back his tears anymore and burst into tears in an instant!

Tabac let his tears fall in strings, and continued to ask loudly: "Of the 100,000 people up and down Gillam, which one is not struggling in purgatory every day?" What day is there no one who can't stand the breakdown and goes insane? We are warriors, we are killing machines that everyone fears, but we are also flesh and blood! We also want to have a family, a wife, children... But what about reality? We're just devils, we're just objects of ridicule, we're just a bunch of rats that can't see the light! Garigul opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and his eyes gradually became firm: "Child, can't you just wait?" When your father is old, when you become a sultan, can't you end it all? Tabac shook his head sadly: "No! Impossible, father, you must have thought so before you became Sultan, right? But why didn't you end it all? Why do we have to let the tragedy continue? Power! Power is the most poisonous poison in the world, and when you become the one who holds the knife, you will not care about the pain and sorrow of the knife! I'm not a saint, I don't have that kind of attachment, I don't have that kind of firm conviction, I'm afraid, I'm afraid that after I become a sultan, I will become a person like you! ”

"It's not like that! Tarbacus, my child, you can wait a little longer. ”

"Nope! Father, if there is no defeat of the Ottomans, then I can wait. However, after the defeat of the Ottomans, it was immediately followed by the Safavid and Makrumu to strangle the Ottomans. There will be a constant war, and children like me will keep appearing! Garigul became agitated, trying to persuade Tabac as best he could, when suddenly he had a sharp pain in his lower abdomen.

Tabac stirred the Damascus double-sided dagger vigorously, and tears rolled down his face: "Father, please die!" In order to have no more freaks like Gillam, please die, in order to put an end to such a tragedy, please die! Garigul felt all his strength disappear, and suddenly he was relieved.

Now that this is the case, it may not be a relief! He looked at Tarbacus lovingly and stroked his arm, "Son, you've made a choice, what else can I do?" But your old father will give you one last piece of advice, stay away from that vile traitor, and he will lead you into an even darker abyss! Gillam! Jilam, Jilam, Jilam! Tabac cried loudly as he hugged Garygul's silent corpse, who really regarded him as his own son, without the slightest distraction.

Ji Mu Shibai sighed: "Alas! There have never been good rulers, no good rebels, they are just different in philosophy. The unlucky ones are civilians! Tarbac, we're running out of time! Tabac nodded numbly, slowly letting go of Garygul's corpse.

He looked at the 70,000 gilam cavalry and shouted: "Come on! My brother, let us stay away from war, away from this sordid politics, and find a land where there is no killing! "The Giram warriors cheered, it was a great victory, they were finally, free!

For freedom, in order to no longer be human, ghostly, and ghostly, they are willing to pay any price! He slowly walked towards his troops, and was assigned to the 25,000 men of the Giram Regiment, all of whom had been his brothers.

After cutting off the head of Sinam Pasha, they surrendered with him, but none of them looked down on him.

Before tonight, all but a few of his comrades had looked at him with disdain and fear.

And now, the eyes that greet him are all reverence, all pain, and all heartache. Mu Shibai suddenly laughed, but tears slipped down his cheeks: "Haha! I, Thamshi Bai, have never betrayed Osman, never betrayed my teacher, Sinam Pasha! Now, the Giram Corps is willing to help us return to the Ottomans and help us put Prince Suleiman on the throne. In exchange, we Osman must find a piece of paradise for the brothers of Gillam to age carefree. Brothers, would you like it? "Well, all eyes are on the Gillam Corps.

In the Anatolian cavalry, a gray-haired warrior suddenly attached himself to his horse and replied respectfully: "I will obey the will of the soldier, I will not regret it until death!" All the Ottoman prisoners of war also bowed their heads and replied respectfully: "I will obey the will of the soldier until I die!" He cried and cried, and all the grievances and pains since these days were released in a whimper.

Tabac walked into the Timber Worship and gently hugged the Timber Worship: "You are an admirable person, thank you for everything you have done for me." Mu Shibai shook his head, wiped his face, and said sincerely: "My brother Tabac, you also gave me hope. We don't need to say thank you, we're all indispensable to each other! Now, let's go! "In the camp of the Ming army, with the awakening of the Ming army, the offensive of Giram was finally curbed.

The killer weapon on the side of the Chinese army was also suppressed by Zhu Houzhao, who was fierce and unspeakable. The Ming army who arrived later fired indiscriminately, and the human bombs that rushed up could only kill themselves in vain.

This was part of Tabaks' plan to attract Sultan Gharigul and distract Ismaili and Shaybani so that he could lead the Gillam army to flee to the lowlands of Turan.

Naturally, there will not be too many men, and there will be no follow-up attacks. When the gunfire stopped, Zhu Houzhao got up, wheezing and boasting loudly: "Haha, a group of local chickens and dogs!" Dare to be rampant in front of me? Qian Ning suddenly shouted in panic: "Hooray, you are injured!" Zhu Houzhao looked down and saw that his military uniform had been soaked in blood for some time.

Qian Ning pounced on the wound where he had been hit by an arrow, Zhu Houzhao felt a sharp pain, and then the dizziness that followed made him soften, and he just showed a smile, wanting to comfort others, but fainted!