The number of villagers had increased when the two sides were fighting. Now that they heard the sounds outside gradually receding, they came out one after another, only to see Nangong Feiran returning to the village with his remaining troops.
"Thank you, General Nangong, for protecting us." The old man took the lead and knelt down, and the villagers behind him also knelt down one after another.
Nangong Feiran looked at the people kneeling in front of him coldly, without saying anything, just pacing back and forth. Yuchi Pingting knew that Nangong Feiran was fighting fiercely in his heart at this time. He just hoped that in the end, the rational side would be able to
win.
"Tell me why you betrayed us." Nangong Feiran suddenly stopped in front of the old man who took the lead and said in an extremely cold tone.
The old man raised his head and looked at Nangong Feiran in horror, speechless.
"If you don't tell me, you'll die." Nangong Feiran said, "Come here, kill all these people to sacrifice the souls of our brothers." Ling Feng looked at Nangong Feiran, a little suspicious that he heard wrong. But Nangong Feiran pressed tightly.
Then he said: "I would rather you choose to die with dignity like those villages in front of you, than become a puppet who betrays your country like this." Nangong Feiran said bitterly.
"Wait a minute." Yuchi Pingting shouted, looking at Nangong Feiran with a somewhat disappointed look in her eyes.
Yuchi Pingting walked up to Nangong Feiran and said coldly: "Those villages in front, those villagers, they have no choice at all. If they have a choice, they will definitely choose to live. They are just ordinary people!"
Yuchi Pingting stared at Nangong Feiran with wide eyes, but Nangong Feiran did not compromise.
"Then they can also choose to die without a choice. Everyone is destined to die, but any way to die is better than a humble life! Their miserable existence is spent on the lives of those men who truly sacrificed their lives and shed their blood for the country.
In exchange." Nangong Feiran also said bitterly. Although his army was to protect their people in Daliang, they were definitely not these puppet people who were greedy for life and afraid of death and betrayed their country.
"General, forgive me!" The old man knelt on the ground and said tremblingly: "General, they threatened us. All the men and children in our village were kidnapped by them. They threatened to kill us if we didn't do this.
They, general, we have no choice..." The old man burst into tears.
He thought of the killings last night. Several nearby villages were in ruins. Even their village had a lot of deaths. However, those people still took away the strong men and children in the village to ask for help.
They went to report to Liang Jun when they arrived, which is why today's scene of being surrounded by prairie wolves occurred.
They were really helpless. The old man begged Nangong Feiran, and the old, weak and disabled villagers behind him were also begging.
But Nangong Feiran felt more and more confused in his heart. A year ago, even if they were forced to have no choice, he would not hesitate to order the punishment of these villagers. After all, it was their greed for life and fear of death that caused his subordinates to die innocently. He must
But this time, he hesitated. Seeing Yuchi Pingting's disappointed eyes, he thought of the child in the previous village and his oath, and he hesitated a little.
"Feiran, you and your soldiers are here to protect these weak villagers. They are forced and oppressed out of helplessness. And you should not use the sword in your hand to massacre the people of Daliang. Can you swear?
If you don’t hurt the enemy’s innocent people, why can’t you forgive these poor villagers who have no power to restrain the chicken?” Yuchi Pingting gently enlightened Nangong Feiran.
Yes, the purpose of leading his soldiers through life and death was to protect the people of Daliang, not to massacre them, but...
"Our enemies are the prairie wolves and the Liao army, not these people." Yuchi Pingting said patiently. She knew about Nangong Feiran's reputation for being ruthless on the battlefield, and she also knew that if he wanted to get his heart
The desire to kill gradually calms down, that's all.
Yuchi Pingting held Nangong Feiran's clenched fist tightly. After feeling his fist loosen slightly, she turned around and said to the villagers kneeling on the ground: "General Nangong has forgiven you, but you can't continue to do anything for those people."
grassland
We, the people of Daliang, are at work. We will do our best to rescue you. Please think clearly, whether it is suitable for us to focus on rescuing your relatives, or to live an ignoble existence burdened with endless regrets and self-blame." Yuchi Pingting's words were sonorous and resounding.
The villagers thanked Nangong Feiran for not killing him. Nangong Feiran looked at Yuchi Pingting with complicated eyes.
At this moment, the soldiers who went to investigate reported that they had discovered the big tent of the Ana family ahead. It seemed that a distinguished person was resting there. There were many soldiers of the Ana family stationed around it.
"Everyone, make some adjustments and we'll set off in the evening." Nangong Feiran said without hesitation.
The reason for choosing night is that the enemy will be less wary at night, and at the same time, his soldiers need to take a rest.
In the house, Yuchi Pingting wiped off the blood on Nangong Feiran's body. Nangong Feiran suffered a knife wound on his arm. Yuchi Pingting helped Nangong Feiran treat the wound according to the normal Feng Qingyu treatment method.
"Madam, your medical skills have improved." Nangong Feiran endured the severe pain and said, while Yuchi Pingting was suturing his wounds. Two thick eyebrows were tightly knitted together. That is to say, Yuchi Pingting was doing it for him with her own hands.
If it was someone else who used sutures with such a bad technique, he would have kicked him away long ago.
"If Qingyu is here, she will be able to deal with these small wounds easily." Yuchi Pingting looked at the wound on Nangong Feiran's arm. The red and tender flesh was turned out. The wound looked very ugly. She usually
It was impossible to find these wounds, but now there was no one else around who could do it, so she had no choice but to endure the intense discomfort and carefully sew up Nangong Feiran's wounds.
After hearing Nangong Feiran sigh heavily, Yuchi Pingting said somewhat remorsefully: "Did it hurt you?"
Nangong Feiran shook his head with a heavy face and said: "I have been on the battlefield many times. How often have I groaned because of injury?" Then he sighed deeply and said: "I was thinking that war is never-ending and endless.
It's endless, and I'm a little tired..."
Yuchi Pingting looked at Nangong Feiran. His handsome face was full of defiance and unyielding, but there was a hint of fatigue, and there were green stubble on his temples. Yuchi Pingting looked at Nan Gong Feiran like this.
Gong Feiran felt a little distressed, and held Nangong Feiran's head in his arms, letting him gently rest his head on his chest, and gently caressed his face. There was no words, but there was a clear understanding between the two.
Indeed, war brings hatred, and hatred causes war. This is simply an endless vicious cycle that will never stop. Instead, there will be endless harm and endless killing...
Nangong Feiran stretched out his hand to hold Yuchi Pingting's slender hand, and closed his eyes heavily. At this moment, he wanted to sleep in this woman's arms forever, without thinking about war or hatred.
The moonlight is like water, and the water is like the sky. The sound of the sky is scattered on the cool grassland, giving off a slight phosphorescence. The wind blows, the moon shadow is broken, and the rippling grass forms a kind of broken beauty.
In this beautiful grassland, Nangong Feiran and his soldiers were advancing rapidly.
The soldiers were very quick, and he wanted to reach the big tent discovered by the spies before dawn. He wanted to avenge his brothers, and he wanted to avenge the innocent villagers who died unjustly.
Suddenly, Nangong Feiran stopped and the entire army stopped moving.
Yuchi Pingting saw Nangong Feiran closing her eyes and listening to something. Sure enough, suddenly, a wild howl sounded from not far away. Yuchi Pingting noticed that the faces of several soldiers around her changed after hearing the sound.
He suddenly became pale.
Yuchi Pingting knew that this was the sound of wolves. It was definitely not the sound of one or two wolves she had heard on TV before, but the howls of a pack of countless wolves. Suddenly, the howls of countless wolves resounded.
This empty grassland.
Nangong Feiran's cold voice came to his ears: Get up!
Suddenly, all the soldiers behind them seemed to be moving together, slowly advancing at a faster pace.
"Don't be brave for a while, I have my own way to deal with the wolves." Nangong Feiran whispered in Yuchi Pingting's ear. He knew that when facing people, he was absolutely at ease with Yuchi Pingting. He knew what was behind her, but
Now they were facing real prairie wolves. He had to concentrate on dealing with the wolves for a while. He couldn't let Yuchi Pingting make any mistakes.
The wind at night is very biting, and it hurts when it blows on the face, but the soldiers now feel that this pain is not important, because what they have to face is a huge wolf pack, dozens of feet in front of them.
Outside, countless pairs of blue lights were flashing continuously. The soldiers' ambitions became tightly entangled.
Yuchi Pingting knew that when raising troops to fight on the grassland, ferocious enemies are not scary. What is really scary are sandstorms and vicious wolves. Especially prairie wolves, their actions in groups are bloody, cunning, and cruel. Although they are
They are animals, but they have a clear division of labor and cooperate well with each other, so they are one of the most terrifying uses of force on the grassland.
As for the packs of prairie wolves, there are dozens of small ones, and even thousands of them. If you encounter them on the grassland, you will meet the god of death. It is precisely because the prairie wolves are scary that those nomadic tribes learn from the prairie wolves.
Survival skills. It is this method that allows them to survive in the harsh grasslands.
The soldiers beside them slowly pulled out the steel knives from their waists. They knew that the wolves they were facing at this time were no better than the prairie wolves that killed people and set fires. They were all ferocious and cruel animals.
, cannot be underestimated at all. Suddenly, Yuchi Pingting was surrounded by a chilling atmosphere.
Yuchi Pingting held the dagger in her left hand, and her right hand rested tightly on the hilt. A thick and powerful hand gently placed on her shoulder. In this restless night, this hand seemed to be able to soothe Yuchi.