"Mrs. Guo, I'm sorry." Lin Chu sat on the horse and turned his head slightly, staring at the mother and son in a chariot behind, and said slowly: "I have wronged you."
Lu Yuqiu in the chariot subconsciously tightened her fingers. The cute boy holding Xue Yu tightly in his arms opened his eyes wide and was leaning against his mother in fear.
Lin Chu smiled and stretched out his hand to her: "Please leave the young master to me."
Lu Yuqiu pursed her lips and suddenly raised her head, staring at Lin Chu for a moment: "You said that war has nothing to do with children!"
Lin Chu's eyes turned frosty: "I did this just to end the war."
Lu Yuqiu's breath froze, and he slowly loosened his fingers under her intense gaze, unable to hide the reluctance and humiliation in his eyes.
Lin Changxi hugged little Guo Sheng and handed it to Lin Chu. She frowned and said, "Come here, please give Mrs. Guo a promotion!"
As soon as the words fell, a figure quickly emerged from the crowd. With a backhand, he held Lu Yuqiu under his arm and stood up. In the blink of an eye, he jumped onto a cross mast erected high beside him and tied her tightly in two or two strokes.
Reality.
"Qingyang Army, listen." Lin Changxi shouted loudly: "Hurry up and surrender, otherwise your wife will die here!"
This scene was unexpected. There was a sudden, deathly silence everywhere.
"mother!"
Guo Sheng was less than three years old, so he was still a little confused about the sudden change. He didn't realize the crisis until he saw his mother being tied up on a high platform.
The little baby stared at his big misty eyes and shouted. The sound was nasal and had many twists and turns, making people's noses tingle.
"Guo Sheng." Lin Chu lowered his head and looked into his eyes: "War is the most cruel thing in the world. In order for the war to end, someone must sacrifice."
Guo Sheng opened his mouth and looked at Lin Chu with his big crystal eyes. He couldn't understand what she said.
"Guo Sheng, do you want to see your mother die?"
"No."
Guo Sheng shook his head firmly. Although he was young, he also understood that death was a very bad thing.
"Look at those people." Lin Chu raised his hand and pointed towards the battlefield: "There are still them."
The long, plain white fingers slowly moved towards the Kuizhou mansion.
"They all have parents, children, and loved ones. The war will kill many people. Since then, families have been broken up, wives and children have been scattered, and blood has flowed into rivers."
Lin Chu lowered his eyes and looked at Guo Sheng: "Are you willing to see war?"
"No!"
Guo Sheng frowned fiercely and clenched his fists: "Guo Sheng doesn't want war! War is a bad thing!"
Lin Changxi glanced sideways at the two people beside him, one large and one small, and curled his lips.
When are you still in the mood to educate children here? Is such bloody rhetoric really suitable for educating children?
"Brother Sheng is a good boy."
Lin Chu raised his hand and slowly stroked Guo Sheng's soft hair: "Although war is not a good thing, it is inevitable once it happens."
"In order to minimize casualties and allow more people to find happiness, some people must sacrifice and give their lives. These people are heroes and deserve the respect of everyone in the world."
"Death is not terrible." Lin Chu's eyes gradually darkened: "But it is difficult to die worthwhile."
"Guo Sheng is not afraid of death, Guo Sheng wants to be a hero!"
The boy clenched his chubby hands tightly, his eyes full of determination, and he raised his chest high.
"Guo Sheng is a man. Guo Sheng wants to protect his mother and his relatives! Brother, please let my mother come down and let me go up!"
The child's voice is young and crisp, with a sweet milky fragrance, like the breeze blowing through the tender grass in March, making people's hearts itch.
However, the content in the words is awe-inspiring and even makes adults ashamed.