The scorched forests, the charred earth, the pungent smell of blood in the air, the broken arms everywhere, the dead everywhere, a group of people walking among the dead and throwing one after another into the big pits dug in advance.

In an instant, the pit was dozens of feet deep and filled with corpses, and thousands of corpses looked up at the sky unwillingly in the pit.

It seemed that the sky felt it, it shed tears, and the pouring rain came in an instant, and the rain filled the big pit, and the sour smell of the rain was intertwined with the smell of corpses, so that the people around the soil filled in the soil pinched their noses and knew each other after smelling it, and then walked down the mountain in unison.

Not long after the men were gone, in the great tomb of a thousand people, a pale palm stretched out from the many corpses, followed by another, and with both palms forcefully moved the corpses above, a young man with a bloody face slowly climbed up from the pile of dead people, his long unkempt hair stained with mud, and his broken military uniform clung to his body under the rain. The young man's face was very bad, as if he was seriously injured, and the whole person looked very weak.

Suddenly, the young man noticed the corpse at his feet, and he froze for a moment, the rain soaked through his tattered military uniform, and he felt cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He clearly remembered that his commander was pierced by a rain of arrows in order to save himself, and his brothers were under fire......

Scenes of the past come to mind, the once, the gone, the eternal...... There are too many regrets left in his heart!

He seemed to have thought of something, and kept turning over a dead sergeant to look for it carefully, and muttered unpleasantly, "Old handsome, old handsome, where are you?"

After searching for a long time, he finally stopped, looking around helplessly, he couldn't find him, he couldn't find the person he was looking for, there were so many people here that he couldn't identify them all. It's so much that at a glance, it's all like that.

Chen Fan was like a child abandoned by his parents, squatting on the corpses of those sergeants, crying loudly, as if he was rendered by Chen Fan's cry, and the rain was a little heavier.

The raindrops that poured all fell on Chen Fan's body.

Chen Fan, who was squatting there, felt the beating in the rain, and everything he saw last thing that happened came to his mind.

As soon as they set up camp, countless shells rained down on their camp without warning.

Without any warning, the camp was reduced to a sea of fire in an instant, and a wail and an angry curse sounded around him, and Chen Fan at that time stood there stunned and watched all this happen, a cannonball exploded around him, and he was swept away by the air wave far away.

Chen Fan turned to look at the handsome tent not far away, only to see the familiar and old general sitting there with a calm expression, smiling at him and then beckoning at him, when he rushed to the tent, a cannonball fell in the tent, and the tent fell apart in an instant.

A wave of artillery bombardment passed, and the surviving brothers climbed up from the bloody water, and before they could make a breath, the rain of arrows in the sky came in an instant.

Scenes poured into his mind like a tide, like a sharp sword stabbing his heart.

Chen Fan, who was almost collapsed, stood weakly on the bones, hugged his head and roared, "Why...... Brother...... Why exactly...... Why do you want to kill us, ah~"

When the bombardment began, Chen Fan thought it was an enemy attack, but when he saw the same arrows on the commander's body as in his own army, he already understood that it was not an enemy attack, but their wise superior who wanted their lives.

Chen Fan looked at the familiar faces under his feet, and the scenes of the past appeared in front of him like images. A tear rolled down his cheek.

Chen Fan staggered to the edge of the pit and climbed up with all his strength.

Standing on the edge of the pit, looking down at the unwilling eyes of the former robe in the pit, Chen Fan picked up the shovel that had been dropped on the side, and splashed the soil on the corpses little by little.

Every shovel of soil, his heart is like a sword, when the last shovel of soil on the pit, Yu Tian lay on the ground weakly, curled up like a wounded wolf in the rain.

The next morning, after the rain, the sky was clear, the bright sun shone on Chen Fan's body, and Chen Fan, who was lying on the ground, stood up and stared at the charred trees in the distance in a daze.

After a long time, Chen Fan moved, he stood up and looked at the tomb of a thousand people in front of him, his dark pupils were hollow and wooden, without the slightest vitality, and then stumbled down the mountain.

Near the mountainside, not far away, there was a scrawny old man, with a hundred beards and hair, and his face was engraved with weather-beaten wrinkles.

An inexplicable emotion surged in Chen Fan's heart, this was the first person he had seen since he was reincarnated, there was a trace of kindness, a trace of loss, and a trace of confusion......

Looking at him is like seeing the old handsome, the same kindness, the same kindness.

"How could I associate Lao Shuai with this old man?" he smiled self-deprecatingly.

Lao Dao walked towards him tremblingly with a cane, which made people look frightened, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

Chen Fan hurriedly stepped forward to support Lao Dao, Lao Dao waved his hand, signaled him to let go, and said a few words to him in a reproachful tone, "Little guy, why do you look down on me! I'm old but not crippled, and I can still walk." ”

Seeing that Chen Fan was stunned, Lao Dao gently knocked on Chen Fan's head with a cane, and then took his hand and walked down the mountain.

Lao Dao led him to the entrance of the cave, pointed to the barrel on the ground, and then pointed to the stream not far away, and then walked into the cave.

"Let me go fetch water? Does he want me to be a coolie here?" Chen Fan secretly guessed.

When Lao Dao appeared in front of him again, he knew that Lao Dao was wrong, and the pair of thin palms handed over a set of half-new plain robes, and Lao Dao obviously wanted him to change and wash it.

Looking at the faint smile on Lao Dao's face, his pale face couldn't help but turn red, at this time he was ragged, unkempt, and dirty.

Chen Fan's heart was gloomy for a while, how could he have been so embarrassed at the beginning, he silently picked up the barrel and walked towards the stream.

He carefully lifted the clothes on his body, and then took them off for fear of damaging the military uniform on his body, but God did not fulfill his wishes, when he faded the clothes halfway, a tear came, Chen Fan closed his eyes and pretended not to hear the tear and continued to take off the clothes.

When he took off all of them, the whole military uniform was scattered on the ground like scraps of paper, Chen Fan squatted down and picked it up one by one and put it in the wooden box he asked for from Lao Dao, as solemn and solemn as when he took the military uniform from the Wu Commander.

Then he washed away the dirt on his body with the cold stream water, but he couldn't wash away the troubles in his heart.

"What should I do? Where is my home?"

Chen Fan put on the clothes that Lao Dao had prepared for him, put away the sadness in his heart, and then walked to the stone cave to say goodbye to Lao Dao.

There was a smell of meat, and Lao Dao walked out of the cave tremblingly, holding a freshly roasted pheasant in his hand, and motioned for him to come over.

Without further ado, in his heart, he had already troubled Lao Dao a lot! Then he handed the wooden barrel in his hand to Lao Dao, ready to leave.

But when he lifted the bucket, the words on the bucket attracted him deeply, and although some people could erase it, it could still be vaguely recognized as a tiger character.

The next moment, he suddenly appeared in front of Lao Dao, grabbed Lao Dao's withered wrist, and pointed to the wooden barrel with some excitement and said to Lao Dao, "This, where did you get it?" ”

Lao Dao looked at the barrel and then at Chen Fan who was excited, obviously pinched by Chen Fan with some pain, and his face became a little embarrassed.

Seeing that he was a little abrupt, Chen Fan immediately let go of his hand, took a few steps back, bent down his straight body, and asked a little, "I hope the old gentleman will tell me where this bucket came from!?"

The old Taoist priest glanced at the bucket and then looked at Chen Fan, who was bending down in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Do you say this bucket, it was washed down from the mountain yesterday, and I thought it was quite new, so I took it back." ”

Listening to Lao Dao's narration, the last glimmer of hope in Chen Fan's heart was shattered, he hoped to say from Lao Dao that it was given to him by his surviving comrades, but he didn't expect it to be washed down by the rain.

Looking at Chen Fan's lost expression, Lao Dao seemed to think of something, patted Chen Fan's shoulder and said, "Child, I see that you also came down from above, I advise you to run quickly, if you are caught by those officers and soldiers, you will be killed." ”

After hearing this, Chen Fan turned his head stiffly to the old way, and lightly spit out three words in his mouth, "Why." ”

Lao Dao looked at the mountain, looked around a little more, and after confirming that there was no one, he walked to Chen Fan's side and whispered, "Don't inquire, I heard that the official who came down from the mountain two days ago said that the people above wanted to commit treason and were reported, so he sent troops to encircle and suppress him." ”

Chen Fan, who lowered his head, didn't say much, just said the word "oh", and then disappeared.

No one can understand Chen Fan's mood at this moment, a sentence of unwarranted treason 8,000 people flew away in an instant, do you really want to be so ruthless? Treason, how can we be treasonous.

The angry Chen Fan only felt a sweetness in his throat, and then he lost consciousness as soon as his eyes went dark.

At night, Chen Fan barely opened his eyes and looked around at the very simple furnishings in the cave, one was a bed, a stone bench, a stone table, and a few candles.

The stone table was spotless, and there were more than a dozen books neatly placed on it, Chen Fan dragged his heavy body to the table, sat on the stone bench, and took a book to read it, but from the words on the cover, he kept reading until the end, Chen Fan didn't know any of them, he looked at these words, and he actually had a feeling that he was abandoned by this history.

He took a few other books and flipped through them over and over again, but found that he didn't know any of the words in the books, and Chen Fan, who was a little angry, put the books on the table, and then lay on the stone wall in the cave and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Chen Fan leaned against the stone wall, his heart was full of thoughts, and there was no trace of joy of rebirth in his eyes.

Chen Fan felt extremely bitter, he had already guessed the scene outside, after all, the word treason was too heavy, Chen Fan seemed to see the relatives and friends of the robes returning to the netherworld, and the confidants returning to the loess ridge.

Chen Fan, who was leaning on the stone wall, raised his head abruptly, and now he was the only one left living alone in this world, and he felt bored.

He laughed at himself: "Am I getting rid of history, or am I abandoned by history?"

The candle tears dried, the sparks flickered for the last time, and the cave was plunged into darkness.

The starlight outside the cave was dotted, the night was extraordinarily quiet, and Chen Fan, who returned to the stone bed, tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

He forced himself to be still, and he faintly heard a dull roar coming from the direction of the mountaintop, which was terrifying.

"There are so many fierce beasts? This old man is so old, it's really dangerous to be here alone!"

Chen Fan didn't know that at this moment, the old Taoist had already walked into the mass grave, and he was carrying a wooden basket in his hand, which contained this pot of aged wine that did not know what taste. Lao Dao turned a blind eye to the jackals, tigers and leopards around him, and the beasts around him trembled backwards when he saw the old man keep coming forward, and he glanced at the beasts and ignored them.

He trembled to the big pit, took a deep look at the thousand-person tomb at his feet with some anger, and said, "How did you decide to do this in the first place, you are too ruthless." Be cruel to your men, and even more cruel to yourself. But the old man also admires you......"

After that, Lao Dao slowly squatted down, stretched out his hands, and carefully scattered the raised floating soil elsewhere, and the bulge on the tomb disappeared completely.

A dozen petals on a small tree not far away floated down from the sky, staying on the tomb of a thousand people for a moment, and then leaving a burst of fragrant fragrance with the wind.

And squatting on the cemetery, Lao Dao looked to the side and seemed to see it also squatting next to him, and saluted in the air, as if he drank it one by one.

Drunken and angry, the old man muttered: "Even if the fairy world is as good as a pot of wine in the world." Respect for the former Jin Ge Iron Horse, respect for the past eventful years. As he spoke, the old man threw the wine in his hand into the air, and then fell asleep on the pillow of this thousand-person tomb.

And a few fierce beasts not far away saw that Lao Dao was sleeping soundly, and touched it quietly, but when they were a few steps away from Lao Dao, all of them turned into a rain of flowers scattered on the ground without exception.