The first victory should be remembered for military merits.

“…… In the service, Xiliang lost 13,251 people, 7,542 horses, 3,360 chariots, and countless wounded. Sanhua opened his mouth and came, and the two secretaries of the army worked hard to write: "Heaven helps, the emperor's grace is mighty, this battle of our court soldiers lightly injured 12 people, no serious injuries, no martyrs, after this battle ......"

Sanhua's words were so big that the peony god couldn't listen to them: "I! I!

"Ahem, ahem. "Although there is a lot of moisture, there is a little Sanhua did not fake, Longjing soldiers did not die alone, this is a miracle: "The righteous and brave people have no Zen, destroy 872 cars, brave and invincible, when the first merit is ......" The peony god will shoot the case and say angrily: "Fart! I! I am the first merit!" Sanhua nodded, squeezed out a flattering smile, and then said seriously: "Niu Peony, the leader of the volunteers, is brave and brave, and he killed two hundred and five ......enemies."

The so-called volunteers have only four people: Peony, Wuchan, Fang Yin, and Awu.

Sanhua's post-war statistics are completely fabricated out of thin air, of course, there are also benefits for Fang Daoist: "Fang Yin, the son of the general of the auxiliary country, is also a righteous and brave man, killed one hundred and thirty-eight enemies, and sacrificed his life and forgot to die in a bloody battle......" Hearing this, Peony couldn't listen to it anymore, and roared and pointed: "Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense! ”

At another time, the whole three good news were written, and the painting was stamped and sealed, and Sanhua handed it to Peony very solemnly: "Cough!" Peony took it solemnly, and coughed as a code, and then summoned: "Awu-"

Awu has only one identity, which is the messenger.

A dove flies into the sky, melts into the night, and disappears.

Awu stood on the high flagpole, watching, clothes and flags fluttering.

The dignified Lord Awu can only be a supernumerary messenger in the army, which is really a bit humiliating.

But Awu likes it here, Awu likes the taste here, and there is no conspiracy here.

There is only Yangmou.

How broad a person's vision is depends on what kind of height he stands at, and Lord Awu stands taller than everyone else, so he can appreciate the beauty of the boundless scenery more. The lights were bright everywhere, the tents stretched in all directions, and the clusters of firelight were brighter than the stars in the sky, so that Awu couldn't help but have another burst of poetry and thought. But this time, Ah Wu forcibly suppressed the urge to chant poetry, because any chanting at this time was out of place, and Ah Wu wept.

Because someone is singing, Awu is listening.

The ancient songs, the desolate songs, the heroic and sad songs, that is the remembrance of the dead and the comfort of the dead. Awu wept, although Awu couldn't understand it, only singing could transcend the boundaries of language, and poetry could not be. Sanhua's words are a bit exaggerated, but the Xiliang army did die four or five thousand people, and thousands of lives were lost in just half an hour.

Of course, Awu is very soft-hearted, and the so-called hard-hearted heart is just Awu's own thought.

Awu has killed people and killed many people, but Awu's mood has never been so heavy!

Why?

A problem that plagued four people.

Because this is war, and the cowardly and hesitant woman is unacceptable, everyone here should be like this stone town, cold and heavy, and emotionless. But people are not stones, they have feelings, just as stones can also provide shelter for people from the wind and rain, and there is also a warm side to show after the ruthless killing. When Xiliang Mingjin collected his troops in the morning, the Longjing soldiers at the head of the city put down their swords, guns, bows and arrows at the same time, and everyone seemed to have an extremely tacit understanding and did not take any further action.

At that time, there were still thousands of wounded under the city, wailing and rolling in the embers of the dead, but Long Jingjun did not stone them and shoot them. The battle is over, those who can walk are gone, and those who can crawl have crawled away, but there are still those who are dying and have not yet died. The tacit understanding is that half an hour later, thousands of Xiliang soldiers came on foot with their bare hands, silently took away the wounded and silently transported the corpses, while the Longjing soldiers on the city head remained motionless. The whole process was carried out quietly and quickly, until only the chariots, armor, weapons and dead horses were left in the city, and everyone was gone, whether they were dead or alive.

There was no hatred, there was only respect, and the silence was all silence, and there was no distinction between friend and foe.

The dead will be burned in the fire, and their skin will melt away and their bones will be scattered in the wind.

Fire is cruel, burning flesh and soul.

The fire is light, and consumes the ugliness of the darkness.

Yes, Awu knew in his heart that this was not worth celebrating, not at all.

Win or lose.

"Why don't you speak?" the old master glanced at it and said with a smile: "Do you not want to speak, or do you have nothing to say?"

There was nothing to say, Daoist Fang sat cross-legged on the ground, and put the Juntian Sword on his knees: "Huh-" Still wanted to vomit, but couldn't vomit, dizzy and hairy in his heart, and an indescribable feeling of disgust: "Hey!" Long sigh, short sigh, the current Daoist Fang is like a dull old immortal, and his demeanor is three points older than the old master. I can't eat, I can't sleep, and I can't sleep, and I see that I will put half of my body into the ground, and I don't have a few days to live: "Sins and sins, there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south-"

Wuchan was meditating, thunder was not moving, the old master was playing chess, and he was about to lose again: "General Fang, you see, this little soldier can still chant scriptures." Old General Fang didn't say much, but every sentence was to the point: "He can't recite the scriptures, he is scared." "Completely correct judgment, extremely accurate description, Daoist Fang was frightened at all, just like a donkey was frightened, not to speak donkey words, but to speak human words: "En-en--"

This is coquettish, Xiao Fangyin needs to be caressed, it is best to have a warm embrace, it is best to have a pair of solid arms, and it is best for someone to sing a hypnotic ballad softly in his ear: "I'm sleepy, sleep." So, Fang Yin lay down, pillowed his head on Wuzen's lap, found a comfortable position, and slept. Nothing is reliable, only no Zen is reliable, a faint warmth came, and suddenly the peace of mind disappeared: "No Zen, no Zen, you say this, why?"

No Zen, no knowledge, no awareness.

I can't afford it, so I put it down first, and when I wake up, the world is peaceful: "Ahhhh

"He's smart and obedient. Old Master Kong put the chess pieces into the chess box one by one, and said softly: "Old Fang, what I said, you should think about it again." ”

Old General Fang shook his head and got up slowly: "I don't believe in fate, but I can't afford to gamble." ”

"You killed to save people, and he will be like you. The old master frowned, and his eyes were aggressive: "His route is his way, and you can't let it go." ”

"I'm his father. The old general said lightly: "You are not." ”

"Ha! Three no generals!" The old master sneered: "No guts, no power, no shell, no wonder others scold you!"

At this point, the old general was gone.

The old master was helpless.

If you can't say it, don't say it, don't defend the argument for the most argument, the old general Fang speaks in the same style as the abbot. There are many arguments, but there is only one disagreement, Confucius said that the heavens have a great responsibility, the father inherits the business, and the glorious and arduous task must be undertaken by General Fang Xiao. This coincides with what the Living Buddha said. But Old General Fang only has one son, Fang Yin, in order to avoid the tragedy of the white-haired person sending the black-haired person again, Old General Fang wants to break the curse that the Fang family has passed down from generation to generation. I wanted to wrap him in layers, and even I turned myself into a solid shell and hid him in the middle.

I just want him to live in peace.