Nightfall

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

"Perhaps, longevity naively abandoned us already. If he hadn't died, how could he make such a mistake? The gold account was defeated, but are you really going to drive us to death?"

He looked at Yu Lian tiredly and said: "Ning Que and we have a Weicheng, let's not mention it for a moment, what about you? The hatred between the tribe and the deserted people has been a thing thousands of years ago."

Yu Lian did not speak.

The national teacher breathed and said, "Don't forget that you barrens have enslaved us for countless years. I don't think we have anything sorry for you. You don't have reason to do that."

"We want this grassland."

"We can give it."

"You can't afford it ... we need the barren, the wolves, the uncle's donkey and its horse, and the millions of slaves Junmo will bring out from the ground ... too many people. . "

Yu Lian, with both hands in his hands, looked at the mang grassland in the wind and snow, thinking about the wildness of the barren tribe for thousands of years, and said slowly, without any extra emotion on his face.

"What about us?"

The national teacher was excited and said angrily: "The Lord let Daomen destroy themselves, but are we not qualified to live? We can only die?"

Yu Lian glanced back at him, seeming to be very puzzled that he would ask this question, raised his eyebrows and said: "Of course you are qualified to live, everyone is born equal, as long as you come to this world. All are qualified to live, since So, whoever is the strongest is naturally alive ... when you grew up in the wilderness, how could you not understand this truth? Have you ever seen a tiger wolf talk to a rabbit? If you do n’t want to be a rabbit, you must learn to eat meat. "

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

The master of the country was silent for a long time, and then muttered: "But it is not necessary to kill all ... Isn't it? Just like a thousand years ago, the people of our tribe can continue to be slaves to your barrens."

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

Yu Lian looked at Ning Que.

Ning Que did not speak. Just looking at the depth of the snow.

"The teacher has taught us that slavery is a very wrong thing, no matter who is enslaved, including interracial people. So the barren will not leave you as slaves."

Yu Lian said: "So. I have to kill you all."

The final hope of the national division was shattered. He smiled and shook his head bitterly, saying, "If the Master knows, the student he taught in one hand has distorted his words like this. Will he be mad?"

Yu Lian looked up at the sky, silent for a long time, and said blankly: "He is dead. If we can do something that can bring him back to the world, then we can do anything."

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

The disciples really hate their irresponsible teacher. They hate or are not accurate. They should be annoying, not annoying, but annoying. The most annoying ones are Ning Que and Yu Lian.

In these years, Jun Moyuan is fighting the Buddha Sect in the extremely west wilderness. The master and brother are as usual as before. .

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The spring breeze flicked, the **** smell gradually dissipated, the creeks tens of miles away in the west had already dried up, and the small green state also disappeared without a trace. I did n’t know where to go. The innumerable bones of the Sensen people have been purified by Haotian Shenhui, and the National Master finally closed his eyes.

Yu Lian looked at Ning Que and said, "I'm going to recuperate, and you will handle the rest."

In the previous battle, she used one person to fight against the soul killing of the entire Golden Horde. Although Ning lacked help, she still suffered an unimaginable impact. Even if she won, she paid a great price.

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

Yulian turned and walked deeper into the grassland, suddenly thinking of something, stopped, and asked, "I was floating in the air before, have you looked up and stared at the bottom of my skirt?"

Ning Que replied with a smile: "Sister Sister looks good."

Yu Lian was too lazy to care for him, his figure shook slightly and disappeared into the depths of the grassland.

Ning Que shook his head, sheathed the iron knife in his hand, listened to the dense hoof coming from behind, turned around and saw that there was a lot of smoke around Weicheng, and the military accountant cavalry of the Zhenbei Army led by Xu Chi had swept away All the prairie cavalry who remained there intercepted and began to chase down the fleeing golden account king's court.

There are hundreds of snowfield giant wolves guiding the cavalry of the northern army of the town. Although Tang was unable to come over in Donghuang by the cavalry of Longqing and Xiling Temple, Ning Que still has no worries. The Golden Account King's Court has entered the end.

The smoke billowed through the wilderness in the northern part of Weicheng, the sound of hoofs rang through the world, and thousands of Datang cavalry chased toward the depths of the grassland to send funerals to the single.

Ning Que quietly looked at the scene until the wilderness regained quietness and turned to Weicheng.

The snow has stopped, the clouds have gradually dispersed, and the sunshine on the spring grassland is very bright. The old yellowish city has also produced some fresh smell, or hundreds of wild grasses have grown in the earth wall in front of the city gate. .

Those extremely stubborn weeds are the biggest enemies of the rammed earth wall. It is strange to say that no matter what is mixed in the loess and how strong the hammers are, they can not stop those weeds from re-rooting and budding.

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

These years, Weicheng fell into the hands of the prairie people. Naturally, the prairie people did not care about the destruction of the city walls. For a few years, those wild grasses came back to life and seemed to laugh at the futile work of the Tang people.

The blood in the city has been gradually sucked up by the yellow sand, and there are corpses and collapsed buildings of grassland barbarians everywhere. Tang Jun, who was in charge of logistics, was cleaning the battlefield, and no one noticed Ning Que.

He walked through the old city, looked at the familiar streets and buildings, and remembered those familiar people and things, as if he could still smell the wine and roasted chicken. He did not enter the tavern, nor did he enter the general. The house did not enter anywhere, because he knew that there were no old people in those places.

The small courtyard beside the creek in the city is still there. It is the small courtyard of him and Sang Sang.

A hunting knife with a handle on the wall of the small courtyard protruded half a waist. It was the guy he didn't take away. He glanced at the hunting knife and was silent for a moment, then pushed the door into the room and looked at the bedding left by the prairie people. Some frowned in disgust. Throw all those things on the ground in the courtyard. Prepare to burn it later.

He found the bamboo lounge chair, moved to the tent, and lay down. Then close your eyes.

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

I don't know how long it took, he woke up, opened his eyes, looked at this familiar small courtyard that had lived for many years, and stretched his hands into the air as he did then.

Unfortunately, no teapot was handed over.

Just like now when he raises his face, there will be no wet towels that are warm and warm. He said that it will be hot, and there will be no more ice and white feet in his arms. He said that he will be hungry, and there will be no more. Bowl of fried egg noodles.

Weicheng is still there, the pub is still there, the small courtyard is still there, the Tukang 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 in.

It's just that people are gone, everyone is gone, and she's not here either.

Ning Que lay on a bamboo lounge chair, looking at the clear blue sky and thinking about many things.

Before leaving Weicheng, he said to General Ma: Do n’t be old, do n’t die, wait for my filial piety. When you leave Weicheng, he tells the old and the younger people in the whole city, if you do n’t mix up like this, he will not He came back, and now he has reached the pinnacle of the world, and finally has a face to come back, but it is late.

The war between the Golden Horde and the Tang Dynasty is destined to rewrite the entire human situation, but for him this war is actually another matter, not related to the world, only related to Weicheng.

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

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

The sound of hoofs came slowly from the stream opposite the small courtyard, and then there was a password comparison.

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

A general shook his head and said, "He insists."

Situ Ylang said after a moment of silence: "How many captives?"

The general said: "There are still some small battles around the Seventh Walled City, but the basic situation has been fixed. Now that the people under control are counted as slaves, women and children, there are at least more than 400,000 ..."

Situ Yilan raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Even so, does he insist?"

The general was silent. It seems that he did not have much opinion on the persistence 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 slaughter."

She looked at Ning Que on the bamboo recliner and said that her emotions were calm, but her voice shivered slightly.

Ning Que opened her eyes and looked at her and said, "Have you 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, the woman will not die, the wheel will not die ... even the most brutal tribe on the grassland will do the same."

"This is the yard where she and I lived many years ago. We have lived here for many years."

Ning Que got up from the bamboo chair and pointed to the small courtyard. Then he motioned her to follow her out of the small courtyard and walk to the streets of the city, and began to introduce her to the bricks, stones and grass in Weicheng.

"The people in this city are all the people I know. They died that year. The prairie people broke through the city gate, came into the city, took the scimitar, and cut them when they saw them. At that time, they could have a distinction between men and women. height?"

Walking out of the city gate and standing on the meadow, looking at the harsh grass on the wall of Weicheng City, he shook his head and said, "I don't want this kind of thing to strengthen my determination and convince you and other Tang generals. I just tell you where my determination comes from, no one can stop my revenge. "

With his vision, Situ Yilan looked at Weicheng, thinking about the robes and siblings who had been dead in these years. He was struggling and hesitantly said, "But the Academy ... is not taught this way."

"I said that no one can stop my revenge, even when the Master returns." Ning Quewang said that the bright moon that had just appeared in the depths of Xiangxia said after a long silence.

Finally, he pointed to the dozens of wild grasses on the earthen wall of Weicheng City and said, "Maybe this is a sinful thing, but I don't care. I only know that we must remove the roots if we cut the grass, otherwise we will be the trouble.

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A few days later, the grassland people's blood soaked the whole grassland.

In this war, the winning Tang people carried out Ning Que's will resolutely, just like outside the Guhe River, without leaving any captives and naturally leaving no future troubles.

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.

Tang Jun, who camped in Shino, looked at the figure of the two on the meadow, and the emotions in his eyes were very complicated.

Those emotions are fanatical worship and cold awe.

As a fierce warrior, tens of thousands of cavalry outside Weicheng have naturally killed many people, and have seen the horror pictures of the so-called Tuzu on the grassland, but they have never seen such killings.

The entire grassland seemed to be watered with blood, and there was a pungent **** smell everywhere, smelling the smell of mosquitoes, and making a numbing scalp buzzing sound.

If it were not for the formation of divisions, Tang Jun simply could not stay here.

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

Dozens of miles north of Weicheng, on the flat field, I do not know when, there was an additional hill, because the distance was too far to see the real, the hill was bright in the morning light.

Tang Jun knew what that hill was.

Every time they look at that hill, they will feel a bit cold ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It is a hill piled with prairie heads.

Ning Que stood on the meadow and looked at the head of the mountain in the distance. His expression was calm, no fear, no fear, nor that kind of perverted fanaticism. For him, this was just a must.

"My nickname in the grassland was the wood-cutting man at Subi Lake."

Looking at the reckless wilderness, he said slowly: "Whether the horse thief or Wang Ting's cavalry are afraid of the cavalry squad that I brought out, because ... I really can kill people."

Situ Ylang didn't speak. She's been a little numb these days.

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

Situ Yilan looked at his profile and said, "I hope that I will never have this opportunity again."

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