Generals and Puppet Emperors

[Friendship is a wonderful thing. It is like a chain that binds two people's hearts tightly together. It cannot be opened with a key. If you want to break free from this chain, you have to break the whole chain.

Friendship on the battlefield should not be called friendship, it should be friendship.

The friendship that came out of sharing life and death several times back to back.

We faced the enemy with our swords out and slashed hard, feeling at ease because of the presence of the people behind us.

A Ping and I are of the same generation, and we take care of each other a lot.

Our relationship is getting better and better. Thinking about it now, we have laid the groundwork for future tragedies early.

I was promoted very quickly because of my military exploits, and I was in charge of a team in a short period of time.

The enemy is cunning.

We were ambushed, and I looked at the incoming arrows, the arrows reflected the cold light, a bit like that night, silver and cold to the bone.

heavy casualties...

I knew that I had committed a major omission and would be demoted, but before the order was issued, I found out the spy who leaked information about the army.

is her.

A Ping looked calm, her long hair was let down like that.She didn't try to escape, but quietly, like a corpse.

I looked at her as if I saw a bloody massacre.

I think my face was quite ugly at that time, until my soldiers interrupted the stunned state, and I told them with a hoarse voice to overwhelm the spies and put them in prison, waiting for the orders of the superiors.

From being caught to being taken away, A Ping didn't even look at me.

She never explained.

I know I have lost.

The beast inside me is howling in pain, it hits my heart madly, but there is no escape, this annoying place.

She was imprisoned in the dungeon and closely guarded. From ancient times to the present, there are only two roads for the captured spy to walk, and both of these roads lead to death. The difference is whether to die happily or not.

There are ways to get Xizuo to speak, both kindness and power, punishment, and breaking his tendons... but it keeps his brain clear, and he can still speak, but he is suffering from extreme pain. Only when Xizuo speaks can he feel pain. Greet death with joy.

I went to the dungeon alone.

I felt so disheartened then.

A dusty mouse hopped by, and spiders weaved webs in the corners.

I still remember the scene at that time. A Ping looked at me. She was already wearing a dusty prison uniform. She was sitting on the ground and suddenly smiled at me.How complicated is that smile, whether it is helplessness or something else.I can't remember it until now.

"Why did you do this?" I said, with suppressed anger in my tone - no one can not be angry at this time.

"Why..." A Ping stared straight at me, her eyebrows were bent, her eyes were dark without a trace of light.

"I'm not a pure-blooded Han Chinese. I'm mixed with the blood of two races, and the two races are in the same situation, and the hatred is overwhelming." A Ping turned her face sideways, and she said flatly, "My father found me. Me, he asked me to be a spy to deliver information for him, you say, what should I do?"

She suddenly looked straight at me, and even brushed her hair, "So, I agreed to his request, because I know that I will have no future like this."

At that time, I was surprised and puzzled, and more angry.

In my opinion, her idea is too absurd to stand up.

"But half of your blood belongs to Han people! Those people are our comrades-in-arms! Because of you—they lost their lives in vain!"

The corner of A Ping's mouth was raised slightly, which seemed to be a silent sarcasm.

"What will happen if the Han people win—you will kill all the enemy's remnants of the defeated soldiers to avoid future troubles, and you will hate these defeated people who caused casualties, and treat them as animals from the bottom of your heart, contempt, hatred,... On the contrary, it is the same when they win. And I am a different kind. I cannot be considered a Han Chinese, nor can I completely win their trust. You will contempt and hate me subjectively because of my alien blood. May be reused."

"I will be ostracized, forever..."

"For people who are not of my race, their hearts must be different... This is really good."

A Ping's voice dissipated in the air, she looked sleepy, and finally stopped looking at me.

She didn't say another word.

I left the dungeon, and the news I received the next day was that Aping was dead.

She was buried hastily as a spy, and the soldiers looked at her body with disdain and disgust.

I suddenly thought of the last words she said to me, and thinking about it now-she probably wanted to leave an unforgettable mark in my heart.

Even if it's disgust, even if it's hatred, she still hopes that someone will remember her.

A Ping succeeded, her life disappeared like a meteor, and her floating roots gradually rotted, but she became my unforgettable past. ]

I put down the pen and found that more than half of the wick had been burnt out. I wrote such a long paragraph without knowing it.

Finally, I hesitated to add a paragraph at the end of the letter.

[What I once cherished has left me long ago.

But now, I have you.

I will try to come back alive.

Until then, I hope you can take good care of your body. ]

The flames flickered in my eyes, and it was as if a big stone had been dropped in my heart.

I put out the oil lamp and fell into a deep sleep without changing my clothes.

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Sophomore in high school, often lazy and cancerous, with a look of lovelessness.