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date="2021-11-25"

title="Section 62"

weight="152206"

series = ["General’s Gown"]

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The ground is rushing in this cold night.

Yan Changqing did not return to the account to rest. He changed into the blood-stained armor and came to the gate of Ningcheng in a black coat. He looked at the soldier who was busy moving the corpse at the door, feeling a little uneasy inexplicably.

From rushing to the Xuanjia army garrison with the soldier talisman to the rescue of Ningcheng, the journey seemed to go smoothly. Yan Changqing couldn't help but think of the problem on the battlefield again.

Why are these Beirong Army so vulnerable? This is abnormal. Could it be that Beirong people contracted another disease and deliberately wanted to spread it to Ningcheng? Or some other conspiracy?

The war took place at sunset, and the light was too dim, and Yan Changqing couldn't see the appearance of these Beirong people at all. Now that he had the opportunity, Yan Changqing walked to the city gate and wanted to check whether Beirong's body was abnormal. By coincidence, two thin, dry soldiers laboriously carried a corpse in Bei Rong armor and staggered over. Seemingly weak, a small soldier staggered in front of him and fell to the ground. The corpse rolled on the ground, lying beside Yan Changqing's feet.

Under the icy moonlight, the face of this male corpse looked extraordinarily white and terrifying.

Yan Changqing glanced down, and suddenly stopped.

How does this person make him feel like deja vu?

...He seems to... where has he seen it? ! !

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The North Wind 4

Yan Changqing's eyes widened in surprise. He suddenly remembered, isn't this person Dr. Song in Qinchuan City? He was one of the leaders in encircling the county government that day. How could he wear Beirong’s armor and die here? !

Yan Changqing stepped forward to ask the two soldiers who carried the bodies. However, he did not wear the armor, and went to the mask. The two little soldiers didn't know him, so they just stubbornly dealt with it, carrying the corpse and walked away.

Yan Changqing had more doubts in his mind, and took a common token and slipped out of the city. The moon was black and the wind was high, and the city was still bloody and tragic after the war. Numerous corpses in Beirong armor were piled on top of the city. Crows squawked, vying for territory and food on the corpses. The black smoke was everywhere, and the soldiers stepped on the stumps and broken arms and muddy blood, numbly digging holes to fill these corpses.

Yan Changqing was in the Yanbing, quietly inspecting the bodies of these Beirong people. He has a strong memory and never forgets. Therefore, although these faces were bloodstained and even incomplete, but after looking through seven or eight, he saw another face that seemed familiar.

Still the people of Qinchuan City.

Yan Changqing buzzed in his head, staring at this pale face in disbelief. A few months ago, in the city of Qinchuan, he clearly remembered that this person took a bowl of relief porridge from him and drank it impatiently. Because the porridge was too hot, the man was in tears, but he still held the bowl and drank with relish.

How could he wear Beirong's clothes and die here? ! Shouldn't the people of Qinchuan be settled in Ningcheng according to his plan? !

No one answered Yan Changqing's question. There are only cold dead bodies. The corpse's eyes were wide open. The long-lost green and white eyes looked at Yan Changqing's face motionlessly, seeming to be terrified and cursing.

They obviously annihilated Bei Rong's enemy army, but why are the corpses he sees now all the people of Qinchuan? !

Why? ! ! Why? ! ! !

"Ah ah ah do not kill me - ow Well Well!!!" I heard a sudden sharp screams rang, but once again something fiercely cut off.

Yan Changqing stood up abruptly and ran towards a clearing behind the city. saw that there was a large pit that was more than one foot deep and twenty feet long and wide was dug there.

In the dirt pit, there were already a dozen corpses of prisoners of war lying, all of them bloody, and some of them were not completely dead, struggling and convulsing in vain like mud in a fire.

A few rows of prisoners of war knelt on the edge of the dirt pit, all gagged, tied with five flowers, shivering like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Kill the prisoners!

Yan Changqing was surprised that the army he brought had always treated prisoners of war preferentially. Why do some people dare to kill the prisoners? ! !

A familiar figure was standing in front of these captives with a numb and cold expression. Under his supervision, the two soldiers tucked up the hair of a captive again, and regardless of the captive's frightened eyes and the muffled scream after being gagged, they raised the knife in their hands—

There was a crisp sound, and the hilt of the knife was shot down for unknown reasons. The little soldier was startled, and hurriedly asked the person behind him for help: "My lord..."

Zhang Jian turned around unhurriedly, looking at the figure walking out of the darkness, with a stiff smile on his face:

"Yan...General Yan, why are you here?"

Yan Changqing's face was pale, covered with a layer of frost, and he didn't say a word, and walked towards Zhang Jian step by step. His aura was too strong, and Zhang Jian felt that his ribs were beginning to ache again. He hurriedly rushed to the guards who were running errands around him to make a color, and he backed away in a panic:

"Yes... I have something to say, General Yan. I'm old bones, I can't stand it..."

Yan Changqing did not squint, even without even looking at him, and walked straight to the rows of prisoners. Yan Changqing looked at the gray-headed and earth-faced faces and horrified eyes one by one, his steps getting heavier and heavier, his face getting paler and more pale, and his sword hands even began to tremble.

really.

They are all... all...

With their hands up and down, several "captives" were freed from their restraints. They immediately crawled and knelt at Yan Changqing's feet and kowtow: "My lord, my lord, please save us! You are our savior!!! "

"My lord, please help us again..."

"My lord, help me..."

Yan Changqing felt that he was almost out of breath. After a long pause, he finally gathered the courage, bowed his head and quivered, and asked:

"You are all from Qinchuan?"

"Yes Yes!!"

The "captives" agreed in unison, nodding their heads tremblingly.

Yan Changqing began to tremble all over, and squeezed out a few words from his teeth with difficulty:

"No... it's impossible..."

The "captives" thought that Yan Changqing wanted to determine their identities, and hurriedly rushed to add:

"I belong to the Chen family in the southwest lane of Qinchuan City!" "I belong to the Xu family in the north of Qinchuan City, and Xu Ji Yinpu belongs to my family!" "I am the shopkeeper Liu in the north!" "I am..."

Yan Changqing knelt down very slowly. Obviously he was like a sharp and hard sword just now, and now facing these crying "captives", his whole body fell apart and suddenly collapsed.

He closed his ears tightly, never wanting to hear a cry again, but those crying and crying sounds became louder and louder in his ears, each one scratching his heart and lungs like iron hooks and iron claws.

Why?

It turns out that everything is in vain and everything is a scam? Fortunately, a few hours ago, he thought he had made great achievements again, but he did not expect to kill all the wrong people! ! ! !

One by one, those who died by his sword were not the enemies of Bei Rong, but the innocent people of their own country. It was the people of Qinchuan City who had worked hard to protect his life! ! ! !

He reluctantly bid farewell to Helian Rongchuan and summoned all the Xuanjia army to rush for thousands of miles to rescue. Is that the case?

Killed wrong.

All killed wrong.

The joints all over his body seemed to be rattling, and Yan Changqing knelt on the ground in pain, suddenly bursting into the sky with a heart-piercing howl.

why! ! Why? ! !

There was a shocking red in his eyes. My own hands are red, other people's faces are red, the sky is red, the ground is red, is everyone being splashed with blood from the sky, or is it raining blood from the sky?

The world seemed to be spinning, spinning, until a voice rang behind him.

"elder brother."

Step by step, Murong Xiu walked to the nearly collapsed Yan Changqing's side, took off his cloak, and carefully covered Yan Changqing's body.

"It's cold in the night, brother, hurry up with me."

Yan Changqing raised his head, his voice softly like a gossamer: "You... still treat me as your brother?"

Murong Xiu nodded and burst into an innocent smile: "Of course. But if you want to be something else, I would also"

Snapped! ! !

With a resounding slap, Murong Xiu turned his head away. Zhang Jian and the surrounding attendants were all shocked.

"emperor?"

It's disrespectful to dare to hit the emperor! ! !

But Murong Xiu was not angry at all. He seemed to have known that he was going to slap in the face a long time ago, and there was not even a hint of surprise in his expression. He waved his hand slightly, motioning the people around to step back. Turning around again, it was still a smiling face.

The corners of his eyes and eyebrows all resembled his birth mother, Concubine Xian, especially the long and slightly raised eyes of Ruifeng, graceful and noble with a touch of melancholy. The only difference is that the more Murong Xiu grows up, the more yin in his eyes, even if he laughs, the corners of his eyes are bent into crescents, they can't be washed away.

Especially now, a slap in the face of Yan Changqing made his cheeks red and swollen, and Murong Xiu's smile seemed even more weird, even a bit wicked.

"I didn't want you to know, so I wanted to kill them. But my brother is too smart, since I let you find out, I will tell the truth. That's right. Those Beirong people who besieged the city are actually the people of Qinchuan pretending to be the people. of."

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North Wind Fifth

Yan Changqing's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, staring at Murong Xiu's face silently, as if looking at a monster he had never seen before.

"I have never forced them to be alone. They just took out a little gold and silver, and these people scrambled to put on Beirong people's clothes, not wanting the reason behind them. They are so chaotic and ignorant that they even dare to hurt you. Fools, what's the use? They should have been crushed to death in Qinchuan City. It was your brother that saved their lives and kept them alive for a few more days. I just helped my brother get it back."

A burst of sharp pain kept hitting the nerves, Yan Changqing had difficulty breathing, and it took a long time to shake his lips, saying:

"……why?"

"why?"

Murong Xiu raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and his smile narrowed:

"Brother, don't you know it yourself? If I don't set this round, will you come back? If I don't threaten the safety of the world, do you plan to stay with the Dongyun people until you grow old? You are my country of Yan. The most glorious general, you are also my most cherished brother. You promised me to stay with me forever and guard the world with me. But why do you never come back in Dongyun, do you want me to be abandoned? Me?"

Yan Changqing knelt on the ground, staring at Murong Xiu with empty eyes, and watching the so-called "prisoners of war" who were crying and shivering around him, feeling that his heart was being emptied bit by bit, turning into a wisp of blue smoke and scattered. The vast world was completely dark at this moment, and there was not even a candlelight in sight. The only thing I can perceive is Murong Xiu's voice:

"Do you think that the veterans facing up to Dongyun don't know about you? Do you know what they said? The last time the Snow Quenching Stone case, they already doubted your position. This time they disappeared for no reason, they are even more so. It's settled that you are a treason! They have sent a killer to sneak into Dongyun secretly, trying to use your death to blackmail me and hit me. I really can't do anything, I can only use He Li to let him find you. Brother, I You must be found first, I must help you get rid of your charges, and I want to protect you..."

Murong Xiu talked to himself, and when he turned his head, he saw Yan Changqing kneeling on the ground without saying a word, like a sculpture that had lost all its brilliance. He was extremely horrified to find that in Yan Changqing's eyes, a light was completely extinguished.

Murong Xiu suddenly panicked, and the original rhetoric became stuttered:

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Changqing looked at Murongxiu's panicked face and slowly smiled.

"So, it's all for me?"

For me, take so many lives again?

Murong Xiu's tone was pleading:

"Other than that, I really have no other way..."

"I know I was wrong, brother, please don't be like this, don't stop talking, will you forgive me?"

"No matter what I did wrong when I was a kid, you would forgive me. So, forgive me one more time, okay?"

"Forgive me, okay?"

Yan Changqing smiled pale, covering his face, not wanting to look at everything in front of him. But as soon as closed eyes, countless bloody white corpses appeared in mind, and each corpse stared at him with blue-white horrified eyes. In this ridiculous battle, how many innocent lives were killed because of him?

forgive?

Forgive who?

Is he qualified to forgive others?

The cry on the battlefield seemed to be still echoing in my ears. It turned out that those "Bei Rong people" desperately wanted to rush into the city gate, just to survive. And he, as a general whose mission is to defend his family and the country, just watched his country's people die under his own sword.

He once thought that he had never lost in his life, but now it seems that he has been completely defeated and defeated.

"forgive you?"

Yan Changqing looked at Murongxiu quietly, smiling sadly:

"I have no right to forgive anyone, especially myself."

Yan Changqing slowly stood up and walked forward staggeringly. The cowardly people of Qin Chuan shrank back in terror by his face, for fear of being killed by Yan Changqing. But Yan Changqing didn't do anything. He only dragged the long sword and walked forward slowly step by step, like a puppet whose soul had been drawn away.

"Where are you going?!"

A panicked voice faintly came from behind. Yan Changqing hadn't heard of it, and only looked down at his hands. No matter how you look at it, his hands were covered with sticky blood, and it seemed that they could no longer be washed away. Looking up and looking around, the world is chaotic, and there is also a fierce blood red, and the horrified eyes of the dead, like a shadow, like a curse carved on the body.

He really wanted to escape.

escape!

escape! !

"Stop him!"

With an order, Yan Changqing suddenly appeared in front of a line of black-clothed golden knives. It was the dark guard directly under the emperor-Qilin Guard. They stood in a row, trying to stop Yan Changqing from going, but as soon as the blazing knife was out of its sheath, Yan Changqing raised his hand and opened it. When they went to stop, they saw a black wind swept past them, and listened to "pop" and "pop". There was a muffled sound of flesh and blood blows, and there was a sudden burst of sweetness in the chest. These Qilin guards had their legs weakened one by one, and they knelt down and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood.

Yan Changqing took his hand away, still with empty eyes, and continued to move forward step by step. More unicorn guards continued to attack him like jackdaws all over the sky, and when one palm fell, another person would pounce on it, repelling one, and then the first three would surge.

The blood mist rose up, screamed again and again, and there was already a circle of injured black shadows lying around, but the Qilin Guards still kept pouring up.

Yan Changqing had almost exhausted all his energy, his eyes were blood red, his hair scattered, and his shoulders and legs were injured. These injuries are of course not fatal, but in the end they restrained his actions. Yan Changqing frantically resisted Qilin