Nightfall Chapter 81: This is what I should do

The national teacher was lying in a pool of blood, with a complex expression, a little dazed, some desperate, and also liberated—if he couldn't change the destiny of his own race, he was no longer responsible.

"Perhaps, the longevity of innocence has already abandoned us. If Shanyu did not die, how could he make this kind of mistake? The Golden Account was defeated, but are you really going to kill us?"

He looked at Yu Lian tiredly and said: "There is a Weicheng between Ning Que and us, not to mention it, then what about you? The hatred between the tribe and the deserted people has been a thousand years ago."

Yu Lian did not speak.

The national teacher panted and said: "Don't forget that you ridiculous people have enslaved us for countless years. I don't think we have any regrets about you. You have no reason to do that."

"We want this grassland."

"We can give."

"You can’t afford it...we want it, the wolves want it, the donkey and its horses, and the millions of slaves that Jun Mo will bring out from the ground will also... Too much."

With her hands in her hands, Yu Lian looked at the rugged grassland in the wind and snow, thinking about the wandering of the deserted tribe for thousands of years, and said slowly, without any extra emotions on her face.

"What about us?!"

The national teacher got excited, and said angrily: "The master let the Dao Sect destroy itself, but are we not qualified to live? We can only die?!"

Yu Lian looked back at him, seemingly puzzled that he would raise this question, raised an eyebrow 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, in this case, it is natural that whoever is strong will live... How can you not understand this truth when you grow up on a wasteland? Have you ever seen tigers and wolves talk to a rabbit before? If you don’t want to be a rabbit, you have to learn Eat meat."

The reason is very simple, very unreasonable, and very cold.

The national teacher was silent for a long time, and then murmured: "But there is no need to kill all of them... Isn’t it? Just like a thousand years ago, the people of our tribe can continue to be your barren people. Slave."

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

Yu Lian glanced at Ning Que.

Ning Que did not speak. Just looking at the depths of the wind and snow.

"The teacher taught us that enslavement is a very wrong thing. No matter who is enslaved, it is wrong, including aliens. So the deserted people will not leave you as slaves."

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

The last hope of the national division is shattered. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, and said: "If the master knew, the students he taught by one hand would distort what he said like this. Wouldn't he be angry?"

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

Ning Que also looked up at the sky. There were falling snow and clouds, but there was no moon, but he still watched with the senior sister, and then remembered that he seemed to have said something very similar.

The disciples in the academy really hate their irresponsible teacher. They hate or are inaccurate. They should be said to be annoying. It is not an annoyance of boredom, but an annoyance of boredom. Among them, Ning Que and Yu Lian are the most annoying.

In the past few years, Jun Mo has fought against Buddhism in the Western Wilderness. The big brothers are as good as before. The affairs of the academy are actually handled by Yu Lian and Ning Que—and this is definitely not the enemy of the academy. saw.

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The spring breeze is blowing, and the **** smell gradually dissipates. The creeks dozens of miles away in the west have already dried up, and the small green state disappeared with the wind. I don’t know where it went, and the blood sacrifice array became a fragment of a carriage wall. The ruins and the incalculable number of human bones have been purified by Haotian Divine Hui, and the national teacher finally closed his eyes.

Yu Lian looked at Ning Que and said, "I'm going to heal my injury, and you will take care of the rest."

In the previous battle, she used her own strength to fight against the killing souls of the entire Golden Tent King Court. Although Ning Que's help, she still endured an unimaginable impact. Even if she won, she paid a great deal cost.

Ning Que thought about the most troublesome link in the plan and said, "I'm waiting for you in Taoshan."

Yu Lian turned and walked towards the depths of the grassland. Suddenly he thought of something, stopped and asked: "I was floating in the air before, and you kept looking up at the bottom of my skirt?"

Ning Que replied with a smile: "Senior sister played well."

Yu Lian was too lazy to pay attention to him, and his figure shook slightly, disappearing into the depths of the grassland.

Ning Que shook his head and returned the iron knife in his hand to its sheath. Hearing the sound of hooves coming from behind, he turned and looked around. There was a lot of smoke and dust around Weicheng. Xu Chi led the Zhenbei Army's tents cavalry. , Had cleared all the prairie cavalry who remained in the interception there, and began to chase the fleeing Golden Account King Court.

Hundreds of snowy giant wolves guided the cavalry of the Zhenbei Army. Although Tang was constrained by Longqing and Xiling Temple cavalry and unable to come over in the Eastern Desolation, Ning Que still didn't worry--the Golden Tent Palace had come to the end.

Smoke and dust billowed, flying in the wilderness in the north of Weicheng, the sound of hoofs resounded throughout the world, and thousands of Datang cavalry chased toward the depths of the grassland to mourn that Shanyu.

Ning Que watched this scene quietly, until the wilderness regained silence, then turned and walked towards Weicheng.

The snow has stopped, the clouds are dissipating, and the sunshine in the spring grassland is very bright. The earthy old city has some fresh flavors, or hundreds of plants have grown on the soil wall in front of the city gate. The sake of weeds.

Those wild grasses with extremely stubborn vitality are the biggest enemy of the rammed earth city wall-strangely speaking, no matter what the loess is mixed with, how strong the hammer is, it can't stop the weeds from re-rooting and re-sprouting.

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

In the past few years, Weicheng fell into the hands of the prairie people. The prairie people naturally didn't care about the destruction of the city wall. In a few years, the weeds came back to life and seemed to laugh at the futile work of the Tang people.

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

He walked through this old city, looked at the familiar streets and buildings, remembered those familiar people and things, as if he could still smell the wine and roast chicken of the year. He did not enter the tavern, nor did he enter General Ma's house did not enter anywhere, because he knew that there were no old people in those places.

The small courtyard next to the stream in the city is still there. It is his and Sangsang small courtyard.

A hunting knife on the wall of the small courtyard sticks out half of his waist. It was the guy he didn't take away. He glanced at the hunting knife, was silent for a while, opened the door and walked into the room, looking at the bedding left by the prairie people. He frowned in disgust. Throw all those things on the ground in the yard. Ready to burn later.

He found the bamboo deck chair, moved it to the terrace, and lay down. Then close your eyes.

The bright sun pierced his eyes through the eyelids, feeling a little sore, so he closed his eyes tighter, and lay in silence like this until he was about to fall asleep.

I don't know how long it took. He woke up, opened his eyes, and looked at this familiar courtyard where he had lived for many years. He stretched his hands into the air like he did in the past.

Unfortunately, no teapot was handed over.

It’s like now when he raises his face, there won’t be any hot wet towels on him. He said it’s hot, and there won’t be any more icy, white feet in his arms. He says he’s hungry, neither There will be another bowl of fried egg noodles.

Weicheng is still there, the tavern 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 there In his arms.

It's just that no one is there anymore, everyone is gone, and she is not here either.

Ning Que lay on the bamboo deck chair, looking at the blue sky, thinking about many things.

Before leaving Weicheng that year, he said to General Ma: Don’t be old, don’t die, wait for me to respect and leave Weicheng, he said to the old and young men in the city, if you don’t get mixed up here, He won't come back, now he has reached the pinnacle of the world, and finally has the face to come back, but it is too late.

The war between the King's Court of the Golden Account and the Kingdom of Tang is destined to rewrite the entire human situation, but for him, this war is actually another matter. It has nothing to do with the world, only Weicheng.

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

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

On the bank of the stream opposite the small courtyard, there was the sound of hoofs, slowly, and then there was the voice of a password.

Situ Yilan nodded slightly, in response to Tang Jun’s salute, walked to the camp opposite the small courtyard, handed the mount to a soldier, and then looked at the opposite small courtyard and said: "What do you say?"

A participant shook his head and said: "He insists."

Situ Yilan said after a moment of silence: "How many prisoners?"

The general said: "There are still some small battles around the Seven Fortresses, but the basic situation has been set. Now it is controlled. If you count the slaves and women and children, there are at least more than 400,000..."

Situ Yilan raised his brows slightly and said, "Even so, he still insists?"

The general is silent. It seems that he doesn't have much opinion about 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, her mood was calm, but her voice trembled slightly.

Ning Que opened his eyes, looked at her and said, "You have 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 usual practice, women will not die, and they will not die...Even the most barbaric tribe on the grassland will do this."

"This is the yard where I lived with her many years ago. We lived here for many years."

Ning Que got up from the bamboo chair, pointed to the courtyard and said, then he motioned her to follow him out of the courtyard, walked to the streets of the city, and began to introduce her to the bricks and stones in Weicheng, one grass and one grass. wood.

"The people in this city are all people I know. They all died that year. The grassland people broke through the city gate, broke into the city, took a machete, and slashed when they saw people. Is there a distinction between men and women?"

Walking out of the city gate, standing on the meadow, looking at the some glaring weeds on the soil wall of Weicheng, he shook his head and said, "I don’t want this kind of thing to strengthen my determination and persuade you and others. General Tang, I just tell you, where my determination comes from, no one can stop my revenge."

Situ Yilan followed his eyes and looked at Weicheng, thinking of his colleagues and his clan who had died in the frontier fortress in recent years, struggling, hesitated and said: "But the college...not taught like this."

"I said that no one can stop my revenge, even if the master comes back." Ning Que looked at the bright moon in the depths of the sunset and said after a long silence.

Finally, he pointed to the dozens of weeds on the soil wall of Weicheng and said: "Maybe this is a sinful thing, but I don't care. I only know that we must remove the roots when we cut the grass, otherwise it is our own trouble. "

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A few days later, the blood of the prairie people soaked the entire prairie.

In this war, the victorious Tang people performed Ning Que's will as if they were outside the valley, without leaving any prisoners, and naturally leaving no troubles.

It's just that Tang Jun's knives have become a little blunt.

Ning Que and Situ Yilan once again came to the meadow outside Weicheng.

Tang Jun, who was camped in the four fields, looked at the two figures on the meadow, the emotions in his eyes were very complicated.

Those emotions are fanatical worship and cold awe.

As a warrior with hundreds of battles, the tens of thousands of cavalry outside Weicheng have naturally killed many people, and they have also seen the so-called horrible pictures of the slaughter on the grassland, but they have never seen such a murder.

The entire grassland seemed to have been watered by blood. There was a pungent smell of blood everywhere, and the mosquitoes and flies coming from the smell made the scalp tingling buzzing sound.

If it hadn't been for the formation of the formation, the Tang army would have no way to stay here.

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

On the flat plains dozens of miles north of Weicheng, a small hill appeared at some point, because the distance was too far, and the hill was bright in the morning light.

Tang Jun all know what that hill is.

Whenever they look at the hill, they feel a little bit cold.

It was a hill piled up with grassland people's heads.

Ning Que stood on the meadow, looking at the Rentou Mountain in the distance, with a calm expression, no fear, no fear, and no perverted fanaticism. For him, this is just a must thing.

"My nickname in the grassland back then was the woodcutter of Subbi Lake."

He looked at the reckless wilderness and said slowly: "Whether the horse thief or the cavalry of the royal court are afraid of the cavalry squad I took out, because...I can really kill people."

Situ Yilan did not speak, she has been a little numb these days.

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

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

Ning Que thought for a while and said: "I hope so, but it depends on whether the world can cooperate." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!