I'm fighting with my boyfriend every day

Guiyun cast down the official office in the south of the city. Over time, Zhengao people lived here and built a city within the city.On the surface it is called Guancheng, but behind the back of Guiyun people it is called Manzi City.

Most of the Han people live in the north of the city, close to the Baihong Gate, so that they can come and go easily to support their families.

The roads in the north of the city are narrow, far less wide and bright than in the south of the city.This is the old city of the former dynasty. Although there are many shops, the city square is built with houses on top of pack houses, which looks like a beehive. Once it is set on fire, the consequences will be disastrous.

It's the same murder and arson. Killing Zhengao people is a righteous thing. Fortunately, it is a violation of military discipline to infringe on the Han people.

With twists and turns along the way, we wiped out a few defenders who sneaked into the chaotic alleys in the south of the city, but we encountered more thugs.

I don't know if they were the citizens of Guiyun who took to the streets, the guards who became deserters, or just a few rebels who took advantage of the fire to loot them. They were all the same beasts without their human skins.

We beheaded a few scumbags who raped women in the street.Those who ran fast knew that we didn't have the energy to chase after us, and dared to yell and curse loudly in the dark after we scattered into the alley.My teeth itch with hatred, and I can only poke a few more holes in the dead body to vent my anger.

Shen Zhiwei asked me to protect the north of the city, but there are only 500 people, and they have experienced battle attrition, how can we protect such a huge Guiyun City?But I didn't dare to stop for a moment. Once I stopped, the smoke and fire in the south of the city would catch up and burn me to ashes.

After all, I left those who were about to be slaughtered and fled by myself.

After wandering around for an unknown amount of time and almost getting lost in the spider webs in the north of the city, we encountered a group of stray horse troops.The opponent was wandering around in an open space, their flags and flags quieted down, it didn't look like they were fighting; but the men and horses were in armor, it didn't look like they were resting either.

I couldn't recognize which junior subordinate this was, but they all seemed to know me and flocked towards me.

With the help of a large pine torch, I could barely see that they surrounded a shabby urn city that looked like a small urn.A few nearby people are pointing at the sky, saying that there is a small gate behind the Wengcheng, usually there are few cars and horses, but there are Zhengao defenders stationed there.The leader of the horse army planned to attack with fire, but the people said that during the day, a militia group wanted to seize the gate, and they never came out after entering the Wengcheng. If they wanted to burn it, they would burn their relatives and children together.

It has been six or seven hours since we climbed the wall at noon, and it is now the middle of the night.I hadn't touched any water and rice, and was extremely sleepy, but I couldn't ignore this matter.

The illegal buildings in the vicinity were built in harmony with the Wengcheng. After the siege, the defenders forcibly demolished a piece of isolation belt, but there were still a few large pillars that did not fall down.I climbed up a tree to watch, and saw that there was a pitch-black night in the urn city, and there was no movement, but there was a lamp like a bean on the tower, as if waiting for moths to pounce.

I whispered to someone to send the Tiger Claw Crossbow up.

The outer wall of Guiyun is too high, and the range of the tiger claw crossbow is not enough, so it is appropriate to bully this small urn city.

The warrior who climbed up to deliver the crossbow was hesitant: "Should we wait until dawn to attack?"

I said: "Wait for dawn? Maybe everyone is dead." As he shot the flying hook into the wall of the urn and was about to climb to the opposite side, the soldier grabbed my clothes and said, "My lord, let me go!"

Since we left the south of the city, the brothers seem to feel a little guilty, not for those dying women and children, but for me.

Although I couldn't see his face clearly, I could recognize his voice.

This child's surname is Lin, and apart from Manjusri Nu, he is the most like a big girl in the whole brigade.I called him Xiao Linzi, but he didn't understand anything, so he agreed with a silly smile.He was originally a son of a wealthy country gentry, but Master Zhengao coveted his family's land and imprisoned his father and brother unjustly. The three brothers in the family had to save his life by himself and fled to Tuonan to be a Qiuba.

I am asking such a person to go with me to save Chengnan.

How dare I accept his guilt?

I patted him on the shoulder and climbed up the lonely rope alone.

The distance was not long, and I climbed the wall in a moment.The city wall is as narrow as a fish ridge, and the ground is covered with slippery moss. It is as silent as the bottom of the water.

I tiptoed around the top of the wall, but I didn't encounter ambushes or guards.What kind of empty city plan is this singing?

Turning back to the place on the wall, I took a fire stick and signaled that the soldiers of the Zheshou brigade also came over. They were so brave that they dared to go to the place with lights.

I touched under the window sill of the tower, and saw someone's silhouette cast on the window by the light, and the window paper was torn, one piece here, one piece here, like many bright holes poking out of him.Although the shadow didn't play the piano, it held a book in its hand.

I quietly peeked through the broken window paper, and felt a sense of loss of strength.

Why is it him again?

This man was born to surprise me.

Mr. Zhao, who turned me into a squirrel fish, is in the house.

There was nothing in the room but two chairs, one for him and the other for the lamp.

I didn't know whether to kick the door in and bind him upside down, or call the archers and shoot him like a hedgehog.After struggling for a while, I politely knocked on the door.

The people in the room calmly called "Please come in". It seemed that it was me, and his face was full of joy: "It's you! That's great."

I couldn't help asking nonsense: "Why are you here?"

He said: "Where else can I be?" He turned away the solitary lamp and politely asked me to sit down.

I hooked the chair over with a halberd blade, and saw that it was indeed an honest bench, not like a hidden weapon, so I sat down and said, "Where are the common people who came in?"

He said, "They are all still alive."

I said, "What are you doing?"

He said with a smile: "Don't underestimate this Jinsha Gate. There are several waterways running through this place. If the Baihong Gate falls, I will stick to this gate and rely on the chaotic land in the south of the city, which will cause you a lot of trouble."

I sneered and said, "Really? But I just came up like this."

He also echoed: "Yes, but you just came up like this."

Mr. Zhao is not considered handsome. Gao Longzhun and hooked nose are the barbarian features that Han people hate the most. In addition, he has a surly temperament. Even if he sits still, he looks like he will jump up and fight with others.But maybe it's because the lights are dim now, and his face is covered with a layer of tulle, which makes him look a lot softer. He has lost weight this month, and the Confucian robe has a kind of weak air on him.

The scroll fell to the ground, but he didn't pick it up.He sighed: "...Fortunately, it was you who came."

Someone outside the window was calling "Young Master", it was the vanguard of the Zheshou Brigade who had climbed the wall, and I ordered them to light a torch and search.

Mr. Zhao also urged earnestly out of the window: "I am the only one in the city, don't worry. But don't hold fire when you get to the gate of the city, there are my organs."

I can't laugh or cry.What is going on in this man's mind?

Mr. Zhao seemed to have read my mind, and said a little embarrassedly: "Those who don't want to attack by force and can climb up the wall are most likely to be Zhuoxiu warriors. I stay here just to wait to give you a few words." If not, you won’t feel at ease.”

I hate the faces of smart people like them who plan everything. I mocked, "What if I don't want to climb the wall?"

He smiled: "If you don't climb the wall, it's nothing more than shelling and fire, which triggers the mechanism, and the two or three hundred green skins in the urn will be destroyed with me."

I broke out in white sweat and shouted out the window: "No one is allowed to go to the city gate!"

After a while of silence, the wind from the crack of the door stirred the book he dropped, which seemed to be a dictionary.

After thinking about it, I still have something I want to ask him: "Didn't we already negotiate at the beginning? Why are you running?"

Mr. Zhao said: "I'm afraid you will look down on me if I say it. Even I look down on myself." After a pause, he finally said: "Because I'm a Zhengao."

The bitterness on his face was also softened by the light, it was not a self-defeating hatred, but a kind of lazy helplessness: "What I told you that day was not a lie, I really thought so. I read so much Books, I have written so many articles, how can I still not understand these principles? But in the end, nothing works, I am still a Zhengao person. Have you ever been to the vast sea? I have been. A few small tribes who believe in the same father and mother. What kind of life do they live? Zhengao people dream of the grassland, but the grassland is nothing compared to the fertile soil of the Central Plains! I don’t want Zhengao people to live without food and clothing. I don't want Zhengao people to be bullied."

He looked at me, his green eyes were very frank: "...Even if the Zhengao people are only allowed to bully the Han people. You see, what kind of benevolence and righteousness are you talking about? In the end, it's not about life and death, I have read all the sage books for half a lifetime Into the dog's belly."

I opened my mouth, as if I wanted to ask why I couldn't bully anyone, but the flames in the south of the city burned out the words on my lips.

Sitting here all night, he must also be looking at the orange-red sky.

I don't know if the group of people Shen Zhiwei let go can survive tonight?

Mr. Zhao said again: "Didn't you ask me why I am here? Wen Zimuyou said that the governor of Yin called Tongting's elite back to help. I knew that this person must have a different heart, and asked the governor of Yin to hold him in his hands, but I didn't expect the reaction. He is in his arms. Today you broke the city wall, and suddenly there were rumors in the city, saying that Wen Zimu was dead, and the Han people in the city were righteous. I didn’t have time to go back to the government office, and wanted to guard the Jinsha Gate... Hey, there is Wen Zimu among the Han people How can such a hero be unhappy? Zhengao..." He smiled and did not continue.

I thought of Zhengao's invincible performance all the way, and I felt a little worried for him for some reason.But there was no resentment on his face, but a strange tenderness: "Zhengao people...I am left to guard this city gate."

I said shyly, "You can escape too."

He said: "I won't run away. I've surrendered." He straightened up on the chair and stretched his waist: "I'm an idler, and I'm exhausted after doing this. If I hadn't had to explain things clearly to you , I should have died long ago."

I said in a daze, "Do I have to die? Why is it so easy for you people to talk about life and death? You are so smart, why can't you think of a way to survive?"

He stared straight at me, and suddenly burst out laughing: "What kind of bastard did you say? Even I want to scold you. You still want to save my life? I escaped once, how could the Shen family trust me again? You believe in me, but I don't believe in myself either. Mr. Qin..." He tilted his head and looked at me with great interest, "I consider myself a freak, but you are weirder than me. You don't know what I'm thinking, I've always been curious, you're neither crazy nor stupid, but you're acting so absurdly, what exactly do you want to do?"

I'm also terribly tired, but wearing armor, I can't flatten like him: "I can't say it, if you say it, you have to laugh at me."

He said: "I'm about to die, so what's wrong with making me laugh?"

I sighed, smiling uglier than crying: "I want to be a good person."

Mr. Zhao was taken aback for a moment, then he burst out laughing.

He patted his thigh, causing the chair to shudder and move on the floor, fluffy dust from the old clothes, floating in the shadow of the lamp.He laughed until tears flowed down his cheeks, and wiped it with the corner of his clothes: "You actually want to be a good person? You actually want to be a good person!"

After an unknown amount of time, his wild laughter finally stopped: "It's a pity that I was born at an untimely time. I like weird people the most. If Mr. Shen brought you to see me two years earlier, maybe we could be friends."

I said, "Aren't we friends now?"

He froze for a moment, rubbed his nose, and seemed a little embarrassed: "That's fine. Since I'm a friend, I owe you something these days, so don't be embarrassed." He stood up and carefully adjusted his clothes: "Last time I escaped, you will be punished, now I have to return the military merit to you."

Mr. Zhao walked towards the door.

The scales and armor on my body weighed a thousand catties, and I couldn't stand up or move under the weight.I couldn't stop him, I couldn't even turn my neck to give him one last look.

Mr. Zhao has already walked behind me, he took a deep breath: "Brother Qin, I hope you can really wait for a world where you can be a good person." Then he opened the door: "Don't pass by."

The Zheshou brigade outside the door did not dare to act rashly without my order.I heard Zhengao laughing wildly: "I'm going to run away again now! What are you waiting for? Don't kill me?! Don't kill me?!"

At dawn, the fire in the south of the city was still alive, and two rising suns were ushering in like Guiyun.

Lao Cao finally took two brave warriors with high skills to dismantle several large wooden barrels left by Mr. Zhao on the gate of the city, and excitedly came to report to me: "The savage barbarians lied to us, how can there be any mechanism? It's all dirt!"

The militia group of about two hundred people was released from the Wengcheng, and went back to their respective homes. This one-night adventure is enough to talk about half a lifetime.

I was so tired that I sat paralyzed on the wall of the urn.

Mr. Zhao's corpse riddled with spears was right in front of him. This was my trophy. I didn't want to look at it, but I couldn't even crawl, so I could only look down at the ground.

I didn't want Shen Shiwei to kill my friend, but I didn't expect this friend to die in my hands.

What is right and wrong, good and bad?

It doesn't matter what I think, what matters is what I can do.

And again and again and again and again, I can't do anything, I can't save anyone.

I faced the muddy ground, covered my face with my hands, and the tears couldn't stop falling.