Volume 6 Suddenly Chapter 81 This is what I should do
The national master was lying in a pool of blood with a complicated expression, a little confused, a little desperate, but also relieved - if he could not change the fate of his race, he would no longer have any responsibility.
"Perhaps, Chang Sheng Zhenzhen has already abandoned us. If Shan Yu had not died, how could he have made such a mistake? The Golden Account was defeated, but do you really want to drive us all away?"
He looked at Yu Lian tiredly and said: "There is a Weicheng between Ning Que and us. Let's not mention it for now. What about you? The hatred between the tribe and the desert people happened thousands of years ago."
Yu Lian said nothing.
The Imperial Master gasped and said: "Don't forget that you barbarians have enslaved us for countless years. I don't think we have anything to feel sorry for you. You have no reason to do that."
"We want this grassland."
"We can give."
"You can't afford it... we deserters want it, those wolves want it, Junior Uncle Master's donkey and its horse want it, and the millions of slaves Jun Mo will bring out from the ground in the future also want it... there are too many people who want it.
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Yu Lian clasped his hands behind his back, looking at the vast grassland in the wind and snow, thinking about the wanderings of the desert tribe for thousands of years, and said slowly, without any unnecessary emotions on his face.
"What about us?!"
The national master became excited and said angrily: "The temple master let the Taoist sect destroy itself, but don't we have the right to live? We can only die?!"
Yu Lian looked back at him, as if he was very puzzled that he would ask this question, and raised his eyebrows and said: "Of course you are qualified to live, everyone is born equal, as long as you come to this world, you are all qualified to live, since
So, of course, whoever is stronger will live... How could you not understand this truth when you grew up in the wilderness? Have you ever seen a tiger or wolf talking to a rabbit? If you don't want to be a rabbit, you must learn to eat meat.
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This truth is very simple, very unreasonable, and very cold.
The national master was silent for a long time, and then murmured: "But there is no need to kill them all... right? Just like a thousand years ago, the people of our tribe can continue to be the slaves of your desert people."
He looked at Yu Lian, with a pleading look in his eyes.
Yu Lian glanced at Ning Que.
Ning Que didn't speak. He just looked into the depths of the wind and snow.
"Teacher has taught us that slavery is a very wrong thing. It is wrong to enslave anyone, including foreigners. So the desert people will not leave you as slaves."
Yu Lian said: "Then I have to kill you all."
The last hope of the Imperial Master was shattered. He shook his head with a wry smile and said, "If Master knew that the students he taught had distorted his words like this, would he be mad to death?"
Yu Lian looked up at the sky, was silent for a long time, and said expressionlessly: "He is already dead. If what we do can make him angry and return to the world, then we can do anything."
Ning Que also looked up at the sky. There was snow and clouds there, but there was no moon. But he still looked with his senior sister, and then he remembered that he seemed to have said something very similar.
The academy disciples really hate their irresponsible teacher. Hate may not be accurate, I should say annoying, not annoying, but annoying. The most annoying among them are Ning Que and Yu Lian.
In the past few years, Jun Moyuan has been fighting against the Buddha Sect in the Far West Wasteland. The senior brother has been doing nothing as before. The affairs of the academy are actually handled by Yu Lian and Ning Que - and this is definitely something that the enemies of the academy do not want to see.
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The spring breeze blew slightly, and the smell of blood gradually dissipated. The creek dozens of miles away in the west had long since dried up, and the small oasis also disappeared with the wind. I don’t know where it went. The blood sacrifice array turned into a ruins composed of broken carriage walls.
An incalculable number of human bones have been purified by Haotian's divine energy, and the Imperial Master finally closed his eyes.
Yu Lian looked at Ning Que and said, "I'm going to recover from my injuries. You can handle the rest by yourself."
In the previous battle, she fought against the murderous souls of the entire Golden Tent Royal Court alone. Although she had Ning Que's help, she still suffered an unimaginable impact. Even if she won, she paid a huge price.
Ning Que thought about the most troublesome part of the plan and said, "I'll wait for you in Taoshan."
Yu Lian turned around and walked deeper into the grassland. Suddenly he thought of something, stopped and asked: "I was floating in the air earlier, and you kept looking up at the bottom of my skirt?"
Ning Que smiled and replied: "Senior Sister, she played well."
Yu Lian was too lazy to pay attention to him, and his figure swayed slightly and disappeared into the depths of the grassland.
Ning Que shook his head and sheathed the iron sword in his hand. Hearing the sound of hoofbeats behind him, he turned around and saw heavy smoke and dust around Weicheng. The Zhenbei Army's tent cavalry led by Xu Chi had already swept away
All the prairie cavalry that the Qing Dynasty had intercepted there began to pursue the fleeing Golden Horde Royal Court.
There were hundreds of snowfield giant wolves guiding the cavalry of the Zhenbei Army. Although Tang was restrained by Long Qing and the Xiling Temple cavalry in the Eastern Wasteland and could not come over, Ning Que was still not worried - the Golden Tent Royal Court had reached its end.
Smoke and dust were billowing in the fields north of Weicheng, and the sound of hoofbeats resounded throughout the world. Thousands of Tang cavalry chased toward the depths of the grassland to bury the Shanyu.
Ning Que watched this scene quietly until the wilderness returned to silence, then turned and walked towards Weicheng.
The snow has stopped, the clouds have gradually dispersed, and the sunshine in the spring grassland is very bright. The earth-yellow old city actually has a fresh smell, or it may be because hundreds of weeds grow in the earthen wall in front of the city gate.
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Those weeds with extremely stubborn vitality are the biggest enemies of the rammed earth city walls - strangely enough, no matter what is mixed in the loess or how strong it is hammered, it cannot prevent those weeds from re-rooting and sprouting again.
Ning Que remembered clearly that when he was in Weicheng, at the beginning of every spring, all the soldiers and civilians in the city, led by General Ma, would remove weeds everywhere to prevent the city walls from being damaged.
Over the years, Weicheng fell into the hands of the grassland people. The grassland people naturally did not care about the destruction of the city wall. Within a few years, the weeds came back to life, seeming to laugh at the futile work of the Tang people.
The blood in the city had been gradually sucked dry by the yellow sand, and there were corpses of prairie barbarians and collapsed buildings everywhere. The Tang army 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 thought of those familiar people and things, as if he could still smell the smell of wine and roast chicken. He did not enter the tavern, nor did he enter General Ma's.
He didn't enter anywhere in the house, because he knew that there were no old people in those places.
The small courtyard beside the creek at the edge of the city is still there. It was his and Sangsang's small courtyard.
There was a hunting knife sticking out half of the waist from the wall of the small courtyard. It was the thing that he had not taken away back then. He glanced at the hunting knife, was silent for a while, opened the door and walked into the room, looking at the things left by the prairie people.
Bedding. He frowned in disgust and threw all those things on the ground in the courtyard, preparing to burn them later.
He found the bamboo deck chair, moved it to the ground, lay down, and closed his eyes.
The bright sunshine pierced his eyes through his eyelids, making him feel a little sore, so he closed his eyes tighter and lay there in silence until he was about to fall asleep.
He didn't know how long it took, but he woke up, opened his eyes, looked at the familiar courtyard where he had lived for many years, and stretched his hands into the air just like he did before.
Unfortunately, no teapot was handed over.
Just like now when he raises his face, there will be no hot wet towel on him. When he says it is hot, there will no longer be a pair of ice-cold, white feet in his arms. When he says he is hungry, there will no longer be any.
Bowl of fried egg noodles.
Weicheng is still there, the tavern is still there, the courtyard is still there, the earthen kang is still there, the box across from the kang is still there, the courtyard wall is still there, the hunting knife hidden in the wall is still there, and the banknotes are still in his arms.
inside.
It's just that the person is no longer here, everyone is gone, and she is not here either.
Ning Que was lying on the bamboo couch, looking at the blue sky, thinking about many things.
Before leaving Weicheng, he said to General Ma: Don't grow old or die, and wait for me to be filial to you. When he left Weicheng, he told all the young and old men in the city that if he couldn't behave like a human being here, he wouldn't do it.
He's back, and now he has reached the top of the world. He finally has the nerve to come back, but it's too late.
This war between the Golden Horde and the Tang Kingdom is destined to rewrite the entire human situation, but to him, this war is actually another matter, which has nothing to do with the world, but only has to do with Weicheng.
He wants to take back Weicheng, he wants to vent his anger on 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.
From the stream bank opposite the small courtyard, the sound of hoofbeats gradually slowed down, followed by the sound of comparing commands.
Situ Yilan nodded slightly, responded to Tang Jun's salute, walked to the tent opposite the small courtyard, handed the mount to a soldier, then looked at the small courtyard opposite and said, "What should I say?"
One of the generals shook his head and said, "He insists."
Situ Yilan was silent for a moment and then said: "How many prisoners?"
The general said: "There are still some small battles around the Seven Cities Stronghold, but the basic situation has been decided. If you include slaves, women and children, there are at least more than 400,000 people under control now..."
Situ Yilan raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Even so, he still insists?"
The general was silent. It seemed that he actually didn't have much objection to the insistence of the people in the court.
Situ Yilan looked at the small courtyard not far away and walked over after a moment of silence.
"This is massacre."
She looked at Ning Que who was sitting on the bamboo recliner and said, her mood was very calm, but her voice was slightly trembling.
Ning Que opened his eyes, looked at her and said, "You have been in the army for many years, haven't you seen massacres?"
Situ Yilan was silent for a long time and said: "According to convention, a woman will not die until she passes the reincarnation... Even the most barbaric tribe on the grassland will do this."
"This is the courtyard where she and I lived many years ago. We have lived here for many years."
Ning Que stood up from the bamboo chair, pointed to the small courtyard and said, then he motioned for her to follow him out of the small courtyard, walked to the streets of the city, and began to introduce to her every brick, stone, plant and tree in Weicheng.
"The people in this city are all people I know. They all died that year. The prairie people broke through the city gate and broke into the city. They took scimitars and cut down everyone they saw. At that time, did they have the ability to distinguish between men and women?
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After walking out of the city gate and standing on the meadow, looking at the dazzling weeds on the earthen walls of Weicheng, 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'm just telling you where my determination comes from, and no one can stop my revenge."
Situ Yilan followed his gaze and looked towards Weicheng. Thinking of her comrades and compatriots who had died in the frontier over the years, she felt very struggling and said hesitantly: "But this is not how the academy... teaches."
"I said that no one can stop my revenge, not even the master comes back." Ning Que looked at the bright moon that had just appeared in the depths of the sunset and said after a long silence.
Finally, he pointed at the dozens of weeds on the earthen walls of Weicheng and said: "Maybe this is a serious sin, but I don't care. I only know that when we cut weeds, we must get rid of the roots, otherwise we will still be in trouble."
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A few days later, the blood of the prairie people soaked the entire grassland.
In this war, the victorious Tang people resolutely carried out Ning Que's will just like outside Guhe, leaving no prisoners and naturally no future troubles.
It's just that Tang Jun's swords have become a little dull.
Ning Que and Situ Yilan came to the meadow outside Weicheng again.
The Tang army who was camped in the four fields looked at the two figures on the meadow with complicated emotions in their eyes.
Those emotions are fervent adoration and cold awe.
As fierce warriors who have fought many battles, the tens of thousands of cavalry outside Weicheng have naturally killed many people. They have also seen the horrific scenes of so-called massacres on the grasslands, but they have never seen such killings.
The entire grassland seemed to have been watered with blood, and there was a pungent smell of blood everywhere. The mosquitoes and flies that smelled the smell made a scalp-numbing buzz.
If it weren't for the formation divisions, the Tang army would not have been able to stay here.
However, the formation can isolate mosquitoes and flies and dilute the smell of blood, but it cannot block the line of sight.
Dozens of miles north of Weicheng, on the flat plain, an extra hill appeared at some point. It was too far away to see clearly, but the hill shone brightly in the morning light.
All the Tang soldiers knew what that hill was.
Every time they look at the hill, they feel a little cold.
It was a hill made of grassland heads.
Ning Que stood on the meadow, looking at the mountain of human heads in the distance, with a very calm expression. He had no fear, no fear, and no perverted fanaticism. For him, this was just something he had to do.
"My nickname in the grassland back then was the Woodcutter of Subi Lake."
He looked at the vast wilderness and said slowly: "Both the horse thieves and the royal court's cavalry are afraid of the cavalry team I brought out, because... I am really good at killing people."
Situ Yilan didn't speak. She had become 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 to see me kill people in this world, but there will be many opportunities in the future."
Situ Yilan looked at his profile and said, "I hope I will never have this kind of opportunity again in the future."
Ning Que thought for a while and said: "I hope so too, but it depends on whether the world can cooperate." (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!