After Ye Chunqiu said that, he was already refreshing.

No matter how much frustrated or unhappy you feel in your heart, then turn these emotions into strength.

If His Majesty really dies outside the pass, at the hands of the Tatars, and under the swords of these bandits and robbers, then... all of these people will be buried with them.

Ye Chunqiu looked sideways and looked at Tang Bohu.

Tang Bohu couldn't help but take a step back, because his eyes, which were shining with tears, seemed to come from the depths of hell, so sharp and so terrifying.

With a creeping light, a single look can immediately kill people.

Ye Chunqiu's face was cold, and he frowned tightly and analyzed slowly.

"They... must have wanted to rest for a night, and attack tomorrow, and they came just in time. Tell Wang Shouren to prepare our weapon. Originally, I didn't want to commit evil and kill people, but now... it's time to give them some excellence."

Ye Chunqiu was silent afterwards. Only then did Tang Bohu realize that the prince was not afraid of the court's punishment.

He only knew a little about the friendship between His Majesty and His Majesty. After all, he was just an outsider, so it was hard to empathize with him. He just looked at Ye Chunqiu deeply and said, "Students know, Mr. Daddy is mourning."

"Ha..." Ye Chunqiu looked at the sky and laughed coldly, then called softly: "Brother Bo Hu..."

"Um?"

Ye Chunqiu swallowed his saliva and squeezed out his words from the gaps between his teeth with some difficulty.

"Under the same sky, some unexpected things always happen. Do you know what Xu Jie reported? The reward was Hongyuan and the surrounding grasslands, which were empty and uninhabited for a hundred miles. Do you know... what this means?"

Tang Bohu felt so painful in his heart that he took a deep breath and said quietly: "Students know."

"You don't know." Ye Chunqiu looked at him sternly and refuted him mercilessly.

"Precisely because you don't know what kind of killing this is, you can't see the despair of the butcher knife hanging high above the man's head, and the despair of that man, or the last cry, you can't imagine the heart-wrenching pain of the metal and iron weapon cutting into his flesh and blood; and the fear of the man's death and everything is gone; it's because you don't know that you can't empathize with it, so what we, who are a hundred miles away, hear are just cold numbers. For them, every number here is everything about them, their life, death, honor and disgrace, their despair and heart pain, but to them, it's just numbers, that's all."

Ye Chunqiu's face was full of pain, his heart was full of anger, and he closed his eyes sadly, his mind was filled with the miserable scene. He took a deep breath, opened his eyes suddenly, and said seriously.

"In the past, I loved talking about war on paper, and casualties were just numbers to me, but now, I can finally feel this heart-wrenching pain and despair. This is because if His Majesty was slaughtered, I could empathize with it, but why would there be such a killing?"

Speaking of excitement, Ye Chunqiu's voice suddenly turned fierce.

"This is because there will always be jackals in this world, and there will always be people who want to get something for nothing. There will always be people in this world that cannot hide their wolves' ambitions. However, there is another reason, and another reason is that those bullied and those who have suffered humiliation cannot rise up and face the butchers and tell them that you will pay the price. So in the final analysis, the reason why there will be killings in this world is because there are not enough jackals killed, because they do not feel pain, because they only think of the pleasure of traitors and yin robbery, and they do not pay enough. From today on, I am the executioner who wants to pay back the blood debt. I want them to know what pain is and what sin means to die."

Ye Chunqiu turned around and headed towards the command room, leaving only Tang Bohu with a cold back: "I will no longer feel compassion, no longer feel unbearable. They will make me hurt. Then, I will make them feel in pain and regret coming to this world."

Before Tang Bohu could feel his pain from Ye Chunqiu's words, Ye Chunqiu had already entered the room. Tang Bohu shook his head and sighed. Just now, the prince's face looked very bad, as if he was full of murderous aura. Although this murderous aura seemed to have a substance, it made Tang Bohu unable to help but speed up his mind.

Tang Bohu even felt a little jealous of His Majesty. To some extent, the prince was a good person. He was polite with others. He even never used his power to suppress others when talking. He would occasionally make some jokes that would not be excessive. Such a person was really a good friend. Tang Bohu felt that he was not like his subordinates, but rather like a friend. The friendship between gentlemen was as light as water. Originally, Tang Bohu thought this was the case, but he never expected that Ye Chunqiu also had such an emotional side for his friends.

It's late at night.

The students in the trench were preparing for the battle. Outside the trench, there were tens of thousands of elite Mongolian cavalry, which was the most powerful cavalry in the world. None of them, this cavalry once trampled on countless countries and slaughtered countless creatures, but now, they were outside the trench, like a hungry wolf, staring at their prey.

The moon in the sky is very round. If it is good, the Mid-Autumn Festival will be approaching in the pass. It should have been a day of reunion, but everyone is squatting here, but everyone has no complaints.

But at this moment, the sound of flute came from the command room. The sound of flute was melodious and a little sad, sandwiched by the roar of the north wind.

The faint sound of the flute, on this night approaching Mid-Autumn Festival, makes people think of the relatives in the pass, and the warmth that had been remembered in the depths of their hearts, was awakened. So the students pricked up their ears and listened silently. The noisy laughter and scolding disappeared, but this quiet floated inside and outside the trench, adding to the sorrow of parting and longing.

The bass sounded like a night ghost crying, as if it was hard to find a soulmate, and he was unwilling to agree with other tones in the wilderness. It was like a crowd of people. Although it was noisy, amidst the laughter, a cold figure stood in the middle of the laughter, and was out of place.

Everyone curled up in the trench and looked at a faint lamp in the command room, as if they saw a figure, the figure was the flute, and the flute turned into a shadow.
Chapter completed!