As the so-called flowers bloom twice, one for each table

In the previous life, the so-called Biansai Xiongguan was nothing but the poet's ambition and heroism, the black clouds that pressed the city and wanted to destroy it, and the majestic light of the armor to the sun, the blood gushing out, and the passion was full of passion. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Even if he has lived in this life for five or six years, until the moment before the whip falls, he is just watching the so-called inch of mountains and rivers and inch of blood, 100,000 young men and 100,000 soldiers with the eyes of an outsider.

doesn't mention sadness, only the excitement of applauding and watching the play.

It was only when the whip fell that he understood that the so-called border pass was more about the sadness of having brothers scattered and having no home to ask about life and death.

When the drizzle was blowing, Xu Ao looked at the fellow villagers who were not playmates in the city, but also grew up together, and for some reason felt that his eyes were a little sour and his throat was a little bitter.

A few fellow villagers who were a little discordant in the past have now put aside the so-called grudges that are not even trivial, and are close together, as if this can bring more security.

When the young man, who was not a few years older than Xu Ao and could have almost been his son in his previous life, was whipped to the ground by the leather whip, the mixed long whip also whipped his only single garment into a piece of cloth.

The rest of the people also heard the sound of the dog baby, maybe there are thousands of dog babies in Daqin, maybe there are tens of thousands of dog babies in the entire Great Zhou, but there is only one small village where they live, the son of the old widower who disappeared some time ago, the dog baby who is taciturn and a little unsociable, and always just watches other people's children climb trees and catch birds.

The only remaining old man in the village raised his head and tried to open his slightly red and swollen eyes, trying to see the figure on the castle tower. The newly-dressed, clean and somewhat dazzling child, is it really that dog baby?

Some hunchbacked old men stared at it for a long time, and finally confirmed that it was the son of the missing old widower, and said hello three times in a row.

At this moment, Xi also saw the strangeness of the people under the city and the people in the city: "Do you recognize?"

"Recognize"

"Companion?"

"Fellow countrymen"

Xi understood the meaning of Xu Ao's words, and continued to look coldly.

When the Xirong prison army under the city saw that a few people in this small area dared to stop, they knocked over a few people one after another. The only remaining old man in the village had his arm broken by a whip.

The vulgar prison soldier saw that the old arrow slave was only one arm left, but it was useless, so he laughed cruelly, took out an oxtail sharp knife, and stabbed it in the old man's heart.

There was no gulp of blood spurted as often shown on TV in his previous life, and the old man, whose blood had long been hollowed out by the bitter cold life, just fell to the ground with a relieved face.

The few people around didn't dare to be angry, but they didn't even dare to be angry.

Confronting the Qin army in the city, maybe you can avoid death by pretending to be dead. Fighting against the prison army under the city, it can only be dead and cannot die again.

The corners of Xu Ao's eyes twitched, he clearly saw the shape of the old man's mouth before he died, and after reading that sentence, he finally did not have a fate

In a village, an old man who had barely spoken a few times never thought of asking himself to risk saving him when he was dying. It's just a relief that this nameless village is finally not extinct. How can people be so stupid.

The boy who was knocked to the ground also seemed to accept his fate, picked up the bow and arrow on the ground, and quickly caught up with the team.

The old man's body was lying in the muddy water, but everyone who passed by would quietly go around.

Only this time, Yuki didn't give them any more luck in approaching the city walls. I saw an order, and the arrows were like flying locusts.

Patches of people are like straw harvested in autumn, falling into pools of blood one after another.

The people behind were silent, trampling on the blood-colored mud, going forward and succeeding, or sending them to death with peace of mind.

The Qin army in the city relied on the high city walls and powerful crossbows. Like a farmer, he reaps hard. Before the arrows in the city could reach the range of their bows and arrows, they were shot to the ground, and no one cried or begged for mercy. There was only the occasional muffled grunt of an arrow as it entered the body.

They live in silence and die in silence.

In the end, when the boy who shouted the dog baby also fell down the city, Xu Ao had already burst into tears.

The city's fire-savvy warlocks wave their hands and unleash a shower of fire, intending to ignite the vast array of arrows beneath the city. But it just burned the tail feathers of the sea of arrows

Seeing that all the arrow slaves were lost under the city, the porcupine department was not distressed, and a group of people happily withdrew to the woods.

The bewildered Qin Jun looked at the tens of thousands of corpses and hundreds of times more arrows under the city, and he couldn't understand these Xirong's thoughts at all. It's just that this head is a military merit, and it is a penny, but they are much luckier than their companions who kept vigil last night.

Seeing that the porcupine department retreated. The hanging basket on the city put down a few statistic heads. This arrow is different from melee combat, but it is not easy to calculate the military merit of a single person, that is, everyone has merit.

The Qin army in the city exchanged ears, and I didn't know how many big sums of money I could give to the old mother in the distance this month. I don't know how much this reward can add to the family's wives and children.

Xu Ao didn't say a word, turned his head and went down the city wall.

Chen Bing couldn't bear it, but was stopped by Xi Yi's eyes.

Although the rest of the Qin army knew some of the children who had been with Lord Xi recently, no one wanted to provoke bad luck when the city was celebrating.

In this troubled world, as long as it is not your parents, wife and children who die, you don't have time to take care of so much.

Xi stayed in the city until midnight to confirm that the porcupine department had indeed withdrawn. Just got down the city wall.

Back at the temporary residence, Xu Ao was not there, but he didn't care about it. One of them lit an oil lamp in the middle of the hall and read a book by himself.

After the statistics of the battle exploits in the daytime were completed, everyone got two or three hanging money, but everyone was happy.

The fierce beasts in the mountains outside the city were attracted by the smell of blood, and the tigers, gray-brown bears, and wolves came down one after another, and their green eyes were like a little ghost fire.

It's just that Xu Ao sat at the head of the city, looking at the lights in the city and the ghost fire outside the city.

Humming in a low voice, there was a bowl of celebration wine beside him, but he was drunk.

Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, who has mercy on the red incense?

The gossamer is soft and fluttering, and the flocculent is lightly stained with the embroidery curtain.

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring twilight, and is full of sorrow.

Hand hoe the flowers out of the embroidery curtain, endure the falling flowers back and forth.

The willow silk elm pod is from Fangfei, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei;

Taoli can be sent again next year, who will know in the boudoir next year?

The incense nest in March has been built, and the swallows between the beams are too ruthless!

Although the flower hair can be pecked next year, it will not be poured into the empty nest of the beam.

Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, frost and sword are strictly pressing;

When can the bright and fresh beauty be, it is difficult to find it once adrift.

Flowers are easy to see and difficult to find, and the front of the steps is sad to kill and bury the flowers,

Leaning on the flower hoe alone, tears are sprinkled, and blood marks are seen on the empty branches.

The cuckoo was speechless at dusk, and the hoe returned to cover the door;

The green light shines on the wall, and the cold rain knocks on the window and is not warm.

Blame the slave for being so sad? Half for pity and half annoyance.

The pity spring suddenly disappeared with annoyance, and then there was no word to hear.

Last night, the sad song outside the court was released, do you know that it is the soul of a flower and the soul of a bird?

The soul of the flower and the soul of the bird are always difficult to keep, and the bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed;

May Nong give birth to wings on this day and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.

At the end of the day, where is the incense hill?

If you don't collect the beautiful bones, you can cover the wind with a pinch of pure land.

The essence is clean and clean, which is better than dirt and ditches.

Now that Nong is dead and buried, I don't know when Nong will be mourned?

Nong is burying flowers and laughing idiots, who does he know when he buries Nong?

Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, that is, when the red face dies of old age;

Once the spring is full of red faces, the flowers fall and people die without knowing!

Liang Duwei, who took over from the city tower at night, condescended, looking at the children who were completely reduced to loneliness today