After leaving, Helan hesitated and asked, "Will the hanging make the refugees feel more emotional?" In the event of a riot, the people of Shenghai will definitely take advantage of the situation. ”

"It's better to take advantage of the situation, and save me the trouble of looking for them again."

The man's eyes narrowed, and his voice was as cold as the sky outside.

"I heard that Shenghai has some particularly powerful weapons, you ...... Resisted? ”

Hearing this, he was finally willing to raise his eyes, and the pupils under the black eyelashes were very deep, "Do you think I'm afraid?" ”

He Lan wanted to speak and stopped, what she wanted to say was that she was not afraid to resist.

He was silent, "No matter how powerful a weapon is, it needs people to control it, and when people are dead, what is the use of weapons." ”

The voice fell, and He Lan's eyelashes trembled slightly.

I was a little surprised.

It turned out that he never thought about fighting with Shenghai's people from beginning to end, he wanted to kill their people?

He lowered his eyes and stared at the cigarette roll in his palm, "There is nothing more terrible than the human heart." ”

Sure enough, when the sky was just getting dark, Shenghai's people made a move.

In the border towns, there was unbridled killing, and the mob refugees were all doomed, and adults and children died at the hands of those people.

The bullet burst through the icy wind and pierced the heads of the men.

Blood stained the ground, melted the snow, and the fishy smell was baptized by wind and frost, and it had a fishy sweet taste.

The man standing high in the mountain ignored the atrocities of the Shenghai people, and his people frantically besieged and fought with each other.

This night, it was a little noisy, and then it was a little quiet.

He stared at this fight indifferently, without the slightest fluctuation in his eyes, like an outsider, as if everything here had nothing to do with him.

He was not like this in the past.

He will have different emotions because of the suffering and happiness of the people of the Eastern Kingdom, he will be angry, he will be resentful, and he will raise the sword array.

Today, only the apathy of the spectators remains.

"Is it cold?"

Herlan heard him ask.

She withdrew her gaze from the bottom of the mountain and shook her head, indicating that it was not cold.

The man looked away, turned and walked down the hill.

In the wind and snow, his voice echoed: "Kindness is the most useless thing, being in troubled times is the most involuntarily, it is a blessing to be alive, you can't ask too much, if you want more people to be stable, someone must sacrifice." ”

Then he stopped, looked back, and looked deeply into her eyes.

The same is true of statecraft. It cannot be merciful. ”

This sentence has always been in Helan's heart until she passed it on to future generations a hundred years later.

Winter is cold, wind and snow.

On one side of the mountain, they walked calmly, while on the other side, swords fought and blood at the cost, as if they were two worlds.

Back in the tent, the fire was burning and it was very warm.

As soon as He Lan entered the tent, he suddenly remembered yesterday, "Where did you sleep last night?" ”

The man looked at her, but didn't answer.

Tonight, it's hard to sleep.

Helan sat at the table with him, waiting to leave.

In the second half of the night, she nodded sleepily, the man's dark pupils glanced at her, and then pushed her arm, Helan slid down and fell asleep on the table.

When he walked in with the cold air, he saw the master staring at the sleeping man with deep eyes.

I wanted to leave it, but I was shocked.

At this time, the fat powder of Helan's face had already been blown away and melted by the wind and snow, and some colorful faces clearly showed her face, which was still good-looking.

The man glanced at him warningly, and then quickly withdrew, and the man followed, and the master and servant walked outside the tent to talk.