The national teacher was lying in a pool of blood, his expression was very complicated, some was confused, some was desperate, and there was also relief - if he could not change the fate of his race, then he was no longer responsible.

"Perhaps, immortal innocence has already abandoned us. If Shan Yu hadn't died, how could he have made such a mistake? The Golden Horde has been defeated, but are you really going to drive us out?"

He looked at Yu Curtain and said tiredly: "There is a Wei City between Ning Que and us, let's not mention it for the time being, what about you? The hatred between the tribe and the desolate people was already a thousand years ago. ”

Yu Curtain did not speak.

The national teacher gasped and said: "Don't forget, you desolate people have enslaved us for countless years, I don't think we have anything to be sorry for you, you have no reason to do that." ”

"We want this grassland. ”

"We can give. ”

"You can't afford it...... We want it, the wolves, Uncle Xiao's donkey and its horses, and the millions of slaves that Jun Mo brought out of the ground in the future...... There are too many people to ask for. ”

Yu Curtain held his hands, looked at the reckless grassland in the wind and snow, thinking about the displacement of the barren tribe for thousands of years, and said slowly, without any extra emotion on his face.

"What about us?!"

The national teacher became excited, and said angrily: "The Lord of the Views let the Daomen bring about its own destruction, but are we not qualified to live?

Yu Curtain glanced back at him, as if he was puzzled that he would ask this question, raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course you are qualified to live, all men are created equal, as long as you come to this world." are all qualified to live, since this is the case, then naturally whoever is strong will live...... You grew up in the wasteland, how could you not understand this? Have you ever seen a tiger wolf and a rabbit reason? If you don't want to be a rabbit, you have to learn to eat meat. ”

This truth is very simple, very unreasonable, and very cold.

The national teacher was silent for a long time, and then muttered, "But there is no need to kill them all...... Just like a thousand years ago, the people of our tribe can continue to be slaves of your desolate people. ”

He looked at the curtains. There was a pleading look in his eyes.

Yu Curtain glanced at Ning Que.

Ning Que didn't speak. Just looking into the depths of the wind and snow.

"Our teachers taught us that slavery is a very wrong thing, and that it is wrong to enslave anyone, including aliens. Therefore the desolate people will not leave you as slaves. ”

Yu Curtain said, "So." I'm going to kill you all. ”

The last hope of the national teacher was dashed. He shook his head with a wry smile and said, "If the master knew, the students he taught would have distorted his words like this. Will you be angry?"

Yu Curtain looked up at the sky, was silent for a long time, and said expressionlessly: "He is dead, if we do something that can make him angry and return to the world, then we can do anything." ”

Ning Que also looked up at the sky, where there was falling snow and clouds, but there was no moon, but he still watched with his senior sister, and then remembered that he seemed to have said something very similar.

The disciples of the academy really hate their irresponsible teacher, hate or are not accurate, it should be said that it is annoying, not the annoyance of boredom, but the annoyance of boredom, and the most annoying of them are Ning Que and Yu Curtain.

In the past few years, Jun Mo has been fighting against the Buddha Sect in the Far West Wasteland, and the senior brother has not taken care of things as before, and the affairs of the academy are actually handled by Yu Curtain and Ning Que - and this is definitely what the enemies of the academy do not want to see.

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The spring breeze is slight, the smell of blood gradually dissipates, the creek dozens of miles away in the west has long dried up, and the little green state has also dissipated without a trace with the wind, I don't know where it went, the blood sacrifice array turned into a ruin composed of the remnants of the carriage, and the incalculable number of Sensen human bones have been purified by Haotian Shenhui, and the national teacher finally closed his eyes.

Yu Curtain looked at Ning Que and said, "I'm going to recuperate, and you can handle the rest yourself." ”

In the previous battle, she fought against the soul killing of the entire Golden Horde with the strength of one person, although with Ning Que's help, she still endured an unimaginable impact, and even if she won, she paid a great price.

Ning Que thought about the most troublesome part of the plan and said, "I'm waiting for you in Taoshan." ”

Yu Curtain turned around and walked towards the depths of the grassland, suddenly thought of something, stopped, and asked, "I floated into the air before, and you kept looking up at the bottom of my skirt?"

Ning Que replied with a smile: "Senior sister is playing well. ”

Yu Curtain didn't bother to pay attention to him, his figure shook slightly, and disappeared into the depths of the grassland.

Ning Que shook his head, put the iron knife in his hand into the sheath, listened to the sound of dense hooves behind him, turned around to look, and saw that there was a lot of smoke and dust around Weicheng, and the cavalry of the Zhenbei Army led by Xu Chi had already swept away all the grassland cavalry left in that place to intercept, and began to pursue the fleeing Golden Horde.

There were hundreds of snowfield giant wolves guiding the cavalry of the Zhenbei Army, although Tang was pinned down by the cavalry of Longqing and Xiling Temple in the Eastern Wilderness and could not come over, Ning Que was still not worried - the Golden Horde Court had already entered the end of the road.

The smoke and dust were billowing and fluttering in the fields north of Weicheng, the sound of hooves was bursting, resounding through the heavens and the earth, and thousands of Tang cavalry pursued towards the depths of the grassland to send the funeral of Shan Yu.

Ning Que watched this scene quietly until the field regained its quietness, turned around and walked towards Weicheng.

The snow has stopped, the clouds have gradually dispersed, the sun on the grassland is very bright in spring, and the earthy yellow old city has a fresh smell, or it is because hundreds of weeds have grown in the earthen wall in front of the city gate.

Those weeds with extremely stubborn vitality are the worst enemies of the rammed earth walls - it is strange to say, no matter what is mixed in the loess, no matter how strong the hammer is, it cannot prevent those weeds from taking root and sprouting again.

Ning Que remembered very well that when he was in Weicheng, every year at the beginning of spring, all the soldiers and civilians in the city, under the leadership of General Ma, would remove grass everywhere to prevent the city wall from being damaged.

In recent years, Weicheng has fallen into the hands of the grassland people, and the grassland people naturally don't care about the destruction of the city wall.

The blood and water in the city have been gradually sucked dry by the yellow sand, and the corpses of the steppe barbarians and the collapsed buildings are everywhere. The Tang Army, who was in charge of logistics, was cleaning up the battlefield, and no one noticed Ning Que.

He walked through the old city, looked at those familiar streets and buildings, remembered those familiar people and things, as if he could still smell the smell of wine and roast chicken, he did not enter the tavern, nor did he enter General Ma's house, he did not enter anywhere, because he knew that there were no old people in those places for a long time.

The small courtyard next to the ravine in the middle of the city is still there, it is the small courtyard of him and Sangsang.

On the wall of the small courtyard, a hunting knife protruded from the waist. It's the guy he didn't take back then. He glanced at the hunting knife, was silent for a moment, pushed the door open and entered the room, looking at the bedding left by the prairie people. Some frowned in disgust. Throw all those things on the ground in the courtyard. Ready to burn later.

He found the bamboo recliner, moved it to the flat room, and lay down. Then close your eyes.

The bright sunlight pierced his eyes through his eyelids, and he felt a little sore, so he closed his eyes tighter, and lay in silence until he was about to fall asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but he woke up, opened his eyes, looked at the familiar courtyard where he had lived for many years, and stretched out his hand into the air as he had done back then.

Unfortunately, no teapot was handed over.

Just like now when he looks up, there will be no hot wet towel to put up, he says hot, there will be no more cold, white little feet in his arms, he says he is hungry, and there will be no more bowls of omelette.

Weicheng is still there, the tavern is still there, the small courtyard is still there, the earthen kang is still there, the box opposite the kang is still there, the courtyard wall is still there, the hunting knife hidden in the wall is still there, and the silver ticket is still in his arms.

It's just that no one is there, all the people are gone, and she's not here.

Ning Que was lying on the bamboo recliner, looking at the clear blue sky, thinking about many things.

Before leaving Weicheng, he said to General Ma: You don't want to be old, don't die, wait for me to be filial, when I left Weicheng, he said to the old and young masters of the city, if he can't mix up with people, he won't come back, and now he has mixed to the pinnacle of the world, and finally has the face to come back, but it's too late.

This war between the Golden Horde and the Tang Kingdom is destined to rewrite the situation in the whole world, but for him, this war is actually another matter, it has nothing to do with the world, only with Weicheng.

He wants to take Weicheng back, he wants to vent his anger for Weicheng, and at the same time, he wants to find someone in Weicheng.

Time passed slowly on the bamboo chair, and days later.

On the bank of the stream opposite the courtyard, there was the sound of hooves, which gradually slowed down, and then there was the sound of password comparison.

Situ Yilan nodded slightly, responded to Tang Jun's salute, walked to the camp tent opposite the small courtyard, handed over the mount to a personal soldier, and then looked at the small courtyard opposite and said, "What do you say?"

One of the generals shook his head and said, "He insisted." ”

Situ Yilan was silent for a moment and then said, "How many prisoners?"

The general said: "Around the Seven Cities, there are still some small battles, but the basic situation has been decided, and now those who are accused of living are at least more than 400,000 ...... if you count slaves, women and children."

Situ Yilan's brows raised slightly, and he said, "Even so, he still insists?"

The general was silent, it seemed that he didn't have much opinion on the insistence of the people in the courtyard.

Situ Yilan looked at the small courtyard not far away, and walked over after a moment of silence.

"This is a massacre. ”

She looked at Ning Que on the bamboo recliner and said, her feelings were very calm, but her voice trembled slightly.

Ning Que opened his eyes, looked at her and said, "You have been in the army for many years, haven't you seen a massacre?"

Situ Yilan was silent for a long time and said, "According to the custom, women don't die, and they don't die when they pass the wheel...... Even the most savage tribes of the steppes do this. ”

"This is the yard where she and I lived many years ago, and we lived here for many years. ”

Ning Que stood up from the bamboo chair, pointed to the small courtyard and said, then he motioned for her to follow him out of the small courtyard and into the streets of the city, and began to introduce her to the bricks, stones, grass and trees in Weicheng.

"The people of this city, all of whom I know, died that year, and the steppe people broke through the gates of the city, and broke into the city, and took scimitars, and cut down people when they saw them.

Walking out of the city gate, standing on the meadow, looking at the somewhat dazzling weeds on the earthen wall of Weicheng, he shook his head and said: "I don't want this kind of thing to strengthen my determination and persuade you and other Tang generals, I just tell you where my determination comes from, no matter who it is, can not stop my revenge." ”

Situ Yilan followed his gaze and looked at Weicheng, thinking of the comrades and clans who had died over the years, he was in a very struggling mood, and said hesitantly: "But the academy ...... That's not how it's taught. ”

"As I said, no one can stop my revenge, not even when the Master returns. Ning Que looked at the bright moon that had just appeared in the depths of the sunset, and said after being silent for a long time.

Finally, he pointed to the dozens of weeds on the earthen wall of Weicheng and said: "Maybe this is a sinful thing, but I don't care, I only know that we must eradicate the roots of the weeds, otherwise we will be in trouble." ”

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A few days later, the blood of the steppe people soaked the entire grassland.

In this war, the Tang people who won the war firmly carried out Ning Que's will as they did outside the Gu River, leaving no prisoners behind, and naturally there was no aftermath.

It's just that Tang Jun's knives have become a little dull.

Ning Que and Situ Yilan came to the meadow outside Weicheng again.

The Tang army, who was camped in Siye, looked at the figures of the two on the meadow, and the love in his eyes was very complicated.

Those feelings are fanatical worship and cold awe.

As a fierce division of a hundred battles, the tens of thousands of cavalry outside Weicheng have naturally killed many people, and they have also seen the terrifying picture of the so-called slaughter on the grassland, but they have never seen such a killing.

The whole grassland seemed to be watered with blood, and there was a pungent smell of blood everywhere, and the mosquitoes and flies that smelled the smell made a numbing buzzing sound.

If it weren't for the formation of divisions, there would be no way for the Tang Army to stay here.

However, the formation can isolate mosquitoes and flies, and can dilute the smell of blood, but there is no way to block the line of sight.

Dozens of miles north of Weicheng, on that flat field, I don't know when, there was an extra hill, because the distance was too far to see really, and the hill was bright in the morning light.

The Tang army all knew what that hill was.

Every time they looked at the hill, they felt a little cold.

It was a hill made of the heads of the prairie people.

Ning Que stood on the meadow, looking at the Rentou Mountain in the distance, his expression was very calm, there was no fear, no fear, and there was no perverted fanaticism, for him, this was just a thing that had to be done.

"My nickname in the grassland back then was the woodcutter of Sobi Lake. ”

He looked at the reckless field and said slowly: "Whether it is a horse thief or the cavalry of the royal court, they are afraid of the cavalry team I brought out, because ...... I'm really capable of killing. ”

Situ Yilan didn't speak, these days, she was already a little numb.

Ning Que continued: "When I was in Chang'an City, I told others that in the past, this world did not have many opportunities to see me kill, and there will be many opportunities in the future. ”

Situ Yilan looked at his side face and said, "I hope that there will never be such an opportunity again in the future." ”

Ning Que thought for a while and said, "I also hope so, but it depends on whether the world can cooperate." (To be continued......)