"Kill everyone...?"

A chill surged in Gong Cheng's heart.

He also thought that he had experienced so many twists and turns and had already had a hard heart. It was difficult for things in this world to make him lose control of his emotions.

But he still overestimated himself.

The visitor's mood was affected by just one sentence.

The other party's eyes were calm and empty, and there was no trace of ridicule: "Otherwise? War is essentially just the four words "life and death victory and loss". The enemy will never lose, and we will die without a burial place. Child, don't you think this is playing house, right?"

Young people today?

Humph, each generation is worse than the other.

If it were the people of their era, how could they be as squeamish as Gong Cheng? Whether it was the enemy or the trench, just step on it. He didn't know why the old guy who had always been decisive in his killing chose Gong Cheng. This kid was so cowardly and swaying.

Gong Cheng said decisively: "Of course not."

The visitor did not listen to him and continued, "I have a little understanding of you before I came to see you. You have no loyalty to Beimo, but you have to fight for Beimo."

Gong Cheng said: "So what?"

Laughing spilled in the throat of the visitor, and changed the topic: "I was born into a small tribe in the Beimo period. I went away to make a living and martial arts. When I came back, my father died and my mother died, and my wife was robbed and humiliated. When I found her, she already had evil seeds in her belly and a girl was five years old. Guess who did these? Don't you think that the countries in the northwest are all righteous teachers? Leading the army with strict discipline?"

Gong Cheng didn't understand why he suddenly talked about this.

"You don't want to say that Beimo is innocent, right?"

The visitor: "There is no innocent under the military attack."

The first wife was in a better situation than the same group of captured female prisoners. Because of her outstanding appearance, she did not fall into the situation of prostitute camps for the soldiers to enjoy themselves, but was presented to the little leader as a gift to please her. The man she followed was either dead in battle or wanted to exchange her for greater benefits, and finally followed the person she is now.

Both the daughter and the child in the womb are in this position now.

There are four women like his first wife in the current backyard, and five others were given to colleagues or to go up to the top to handle relationships. She is only one of the more favored ones of the ten walking spoils and has given birth to children, so she has not been transferred again.

When her first wife saw her husband who had been away for many years but was still young, her pretty face faded away from her blood. She thought of something, she trembled and pulled her daughter into her arms. Her lips trembled and she couldn't spit out a word, but her eyes were filled with fear for her husband.

The visitor fell silent about this scene.

Most women in the northern desert grow wildly, and their skin is rough and subject to the torture of harsh and changing environments. No matter how good the foundation is, it will be discounted, but it has a special wildness. Free, vigorous, enthusiastic, ostentatious, tenacious... like a handful of grass seeds, flying to the wind, you can take root, grow, and reproduce.

The first wife in front of him made him unfamiliar.

The skin on her cheeks and neck was delicate and white. Although the material of the clothes was not brocade silk, it was not comparable to ordinary people. Her eyebrows and eyes were filled with melancholy. When she looked at herself with a pleading look, she could not see the characteristics of the Beimo woman.

The environment and the world can really make people unrecognizable.

He stretched out his hand: [I won't kill you.]

His wife shook her head wildly with tears in her eyes.

Kneeling on the ground, she tightened her daughter in her arms and took a few steps back. She dared not speak, and could not use her poor elegant language to anger her husband, but she could not use her unfamiliar mother tongue, which would become a death knell for death.

His eyes were sunk: [Are you worried that I will kill you?]

The first wife shook her head again, and the crystal tears filled with them splashed down with the movements. The daughter in her arms was hurt by her, and she wanted to struggle uncomfortable: [My mother, let my father kill him——]

The first wife was so scared that she was nowhere to be looked down upon and hurriedly covered her daughter's mouth.

Looking at the girl's appearance of breathing, his eyes fell on his first wife Gao Long's lower abdomen: [Of course you can't blame you for your experience. I won't kill you. I will take you away and start over, but - these two evil species cannot be kept!]

The first wife's answer was still shaking her head.

He never let go of his daughter.

Holding tears, shaking his head, sobbing in his unfamiliar mother tongue: [I won't go with you! Can't hurt my daughter!]

Of course she missed her husband, and she always missed her in the most desperate moments. It was this longing that supported her the most difficult two years. Until she met this person, he was not a good husband and had no gentleness, but he provided himself with a stable life.

She couldn't refuse to obey this husband.

If she is not obedient, she will be transferred to a stranger again.

She thought she liked the other person a little.

Since her daughter was born, she has repeated these thoughts with herself over and over again. She has become meek and considerate in other women in the backyard. From being awkward joke at the beginning to being familiar with it later, she seems to be completely integrated into a world that she has never been exposed to in the first twenty years.

But the real husband appeared.

The moment she saw the other person, what she felt was not the joy of being about to escape from the sky and reunion of her husband and wife, but a sense of fear and suffocation that was on the verge of death. She could see the stable future of her head at first glance, but was forced to be covered with a layer of fog.

[Since that's the case, then let's exchange one for one! Do you want this one in your arms or one in your stomach to live? These two children can only leave one alive! I am incompetent in your experience, but everyone involved in this matter will die!]

My first wife hesitated for several breaths.

Holding his daughter's hand, he let go slightly.

She gently pushed her daughter towards her husband. Her daughter's expression was dull and numb, and she was obviously frightened. The visitor was about to curse her sneer, and the woman's mouth was covered with blood. Her facial features were twisted violently due to severe pain, and she stretched out her hand to her husband.

【………………………I bother you, take care of you…】

The severe pain made her teeth tremble up and down.

She wanted to roll on the ground.

【Give me a happy time, Brother Yun—─】

The man came to kill his wife and started a massacre, and even a yellow dog guarding the door was not left. When the male owner of the mansion heard the news, he only saw a dozen of his children hanging on the beam of the house, and a daughter hiding in the corner, tremblingly. The ground was lying all over the ground, covered with wives, concubines, servants and maids guarding the courtyard, and a strange warrior stood in the middle.

The wives, concubines and children were killed far less angry than his desire to escape. He did so, and finally he was strangled by the other party's neck, and his limbs were shattered by the other party with their weapons. He was waiting in despair for death to come, but he heard the voice of the murderer in his ears. The latter turned his head to face the girl in the corner, the child who looked very much like his first wife: [Kill him, you live!]

The girl held a dagger covered in warm blood, and yelled out of control and stabbed the dagger into the man's body one by one. She didn't know where the vital point of the human body was, and the strength was not strong, so she could not kill him in one blow. The man wanted to struggle at first, but finally looked at the sky numbly.

As the blood passes, the vitality is also moving away.

The murderer of the family was sitting beside him, looking at the same scarlet sunset as his friend chatted: [Is it tragic? Is it cruel? Is human nature lost? But aren't this all your own fault? As long as there are people like you and people like me, they will continue to create innocent women like Amuqing. These people died because of me and died because of you, and you and I will be guilty of the same crime.]

The blood-stained hand patted his cheek.

【You should atone for your killing, so do I.】

He took his first wife and the girl away, burned the place with a fire, and buried his first wife on the slope where he often went. The sunset scenery here was beautiful. The world was vast and the breeze was not stopped. It is said that after every Beimo people died, their souls would turn into a small grass seed, which rose with the wind and fell when the wind stopped.

He left the place with the girl and doubts.

After going around, the girl grew up little by little, with the man she liked, and she also had her own child. The child also sprouted and grew like grass seeds. Free, vigorous, enthusiastic, ostentatious, tenacious... just like every girl in the northern desert.

Unfortunately, the girl died during the second childbirth. Her husband went to war and was captured. In the end, he died of Wuma's dismemberment. His head became an embellishment of a certain Jingguan in Tuocheng. Tens of thousands of people cheered for victory. The only child of the two escaped and was entrusted to him.

At that time, he was already a famous general in the Northern Desert.

Siege cities and land, kill people and set fire.

What he did was no different from those of the people in the past and now, just like a wild beast that would kill if it wanted to survive. Killing was for survival, and the two were like a vicious circle. The doubts that plagued the whole youth were never solved.

Until one defeat and captured.

He was already seriously injured and was about to die, so he was ready to die.

Now, it was his turn to atone for his killings.

But he did not die, but instead met a handsome young man dressed in a foreign race. The young man was the first lord. The first lord was a very knowledgeable person. The other party's voice was a natural frivolous tone: [Death is escape, not atonement, and living is atonement.]

【Using the creation of killing to atone for killing?】

[What's wrong? Is this difficult to understand? Stop the war! Only when the people of the world have no more of you and me, and the fragmented land gathers into one can truly wash away all the sins! The final result is to be continuously killed in the process! This is the price! As long as it can be achieved, there will be no more women like your first wife in the future. Whether it is the Beimo or the place outside the Beimo.]

The young man's voice is very deceptive.

It was like one hand pushing away the fog that had plagued him for many years.

In order to stop the killing, it is necessary to kill.

It doesn't matter who the knife is.

The result is the most important!

As a general in the Northern Desert, he completely surrendered to the young Wu Kingdom and continued to do things he had repeated countless times before, leading his troops to charge into battle, and his subordinates had countless lives. Wu Kingdom gave him hope. This hope was finally destroyed a hundred years ago.

His thoughts were pulled back and he looked at Gong Cheng.

"You are unwilling to be really used by Beimo because your ancestors have been fighting with Beimo for many years. You just attack the generals at all times, because you feel that you are helping the evil, but in my opinion, it is all right. Outsiders will think that you are noble and noble because you only attack the enemy generals and not the soldiers? Hypocritical! No matter which starting point is, you can reach your goal in the end."

As long as you can reach the end.

Who are you looking forward to reaching the end?

This doesn't matter.

It can be from the Wu Kingdom back then, or it can be from the Beimo today.

Gong Cheng closed his eyes and stabilized his shaken heart, admitted frankly: "Young people are indeed not open-minded gentlemen, whether they are hypocrites or real villains. These false reputations are not important. Seniors are willing to persuade them with their own experiences. That is to look down on them, but younger people are different from seniors. You have great ambitions in your heart and want to be peaceful in the world, but younger people only want to protect their only blood relatives' safety..."

The other party sneered when he heard this.

The laughter implies murderous intent: "It is really a waste of talent to pass on his life's martial arts to you, such a waste of money without ambition."

Gong Cheng said with no slightness or hardness: "When Gong dies for them, seniors can help find a talent with great ambitions. [Revelation] this secret technique is not difficult to learn."

The visitor just said: "Three updates to the next day!"

If Gong Cheng doesn't go, he will bear the consequences at his own risk.
To be continued...