The years I worked in the Shura field [Comprehensive]

The child knelt next to A Weng, his body crumpled, his hands supporting A Weng were covered in blood, his frightened pupils shrunk into tiny fingertips, as if he had been frightened stupidly, and lost the ability to speak.

A Weng was as angry as he was: "Old, old man, I'm almost dying, you don't have to take the risk of walking with me, an old bastard, to the end..."

"No, no... Grandpa!" The child was terrified, shook his arm, and wept, "Don't leave me, in this world, I only have Grandpa. Grandpa, don't leave me... "

A Weng was extremely exhausted, his eyelids were heavy and sticky, he knew that the end was approaching, but he didn't feel sad or regretful in his heart.He has lived for sixty-ninety years, far longer than countless people. He has experienced prosperity and prosperity, and he has also witnessed troubled times. Candlelight, saving a whole new life, it's worth it.

It's just a pity that I can't watch him grow up safely.

The blood in his body flowed quickly, taking away his vitality little by little, and slowly spit out his throat with his last breath.

At the last moment, A Weng, who could no longer see anything, suddenly came back to the light, his skinny fingers clenched tightly into the child's flesh, struggling to utter a few words: "You want to live...live!"

No matter what, live on!

Immediately, there was no breath.

Once again, the helpless child wailed loudly, and the characteristic high-pitched and mournful voice of a child caused several low weeping sounds from the crowd.

This child is not related to him, but he met on the way to escape.The old man loses his wife and children, the child loses his parents and elders, and the lonely and painful two depend on each other for life, supporting each other in the chaotic world where life is so cheap, but in the end, even this little bit of fluorescence cannot be retained and is easily lost.

The adults buried the old man by the side of the road so that his body would not be exposed to the wilderness, and a few stones picked up by the child were piled on top of it as a tomb.

The tombs are simple.

Perhaps, after a rain wash, the traces of the graves will be completely lost here; perhaps, next spring, a new tree will grow on the ground, and gorgeous flowers will bloom in the spring breeze and spring water.

Someone dies, someone is born again.

The people underground have fallen into an eternal sleep, while the people on the ground will continue to walk, and even the time left for themselves to grieve is only a gap for a cup of tea.

In the team, everyone's lips were cold and their teeth were cold, their expressions were sad, and the occasional conversation was kept very low.

Ling was brought by Jiuge's side and rode the horse with her.

"Ling." As he walked, Jiu Ge suddenly said, "I'll take you back first. Although I can protect you well, it's still too messy here. You are still young, so you shouldn't witness life and death too early. Flesh and blood The scene is not conducive to your physical and mental health."

Ling raised her head: "What about you?"

Jiuge looked ahead with a natural expression: "Finish what I promised you and send them to Jinyang."

Miko-sama still looks reliable and stable, but Ling always feels a little uneasy: "...Can I stay with you? I will be obedient, I will not run around, and I will not cause you trouble..."

"Ling," Jiuge called her name softly, "It's naturally what I wish for you to stay with me, but we have been here for almost two months, not to mention the killing of life that has been waiting for you to go back. Maru, I'm afraid the others are also waiting impatiently. You go out first and help me appease them, okay?"

What Jiu Ge said was reasonable, and Ling also missed Sesshomaru and the others in his heart, hesitating, his eyes were full of worry like Kyoko: "Then you... please be careful. Ling will be there, waiting for your safe return."

"Well," Jiu Ge lent her the ability to understand languages, and the power condensed into a soft butterfly, which gently landed on her shoulder, "I know you have a familiar friend, before this butterfly disappears, go to the Say goodbye, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to meet again in the future."

Bell nodded obediently.

After seeing off Ling, Jiu Ge finally calmed down and thought seriously.

Why did the Spike rebels always come to harass the refugee team she led over and over again?

Is it the young man in the coveted team?Or simply want to pick soft persimmons?

if the latter one.

Then this can be interesting!

Jiuge was full of interest, and he couldn't hold back his eagerness to try.

So, when he was resting at night, Jiu Ge said to the crowd: "Spike thieves bully people too much. They not only destroy my home and mess up my society, but even kill the unarmed old people and children. Since they are not human, then There is no need for us to regard them as human beings. According to my observation, there is a Spike Barracks in the mountain depression three miles ahead. There are not many people, only more than 300 people. Tonight, I am going to give them color. Are you ready? Anyone want to be with me?"

Everyone gathered around the bonfire, looking at each other and looking at each other.

The desire to take revenge was true, but it was also true that they were afraid of the strength of the Wolf Fang rebel army. For a while, everyone was a little hesitant.

Jiu Ge didn't force it, just got on the horse, and as soon as he held the rein tightly, a small hand suddenly grabbed the horse's bridle tightly.

An unforgettable flame rose in the child's eyes: "I'll go! My lord, I'll go!"

It is the child who was saved by the old man with his life today.

Jiu Gexiu raised her eyebrows: "Others have exchanged their lives for your safety. No matter how resentful or unfair you are now, I hope you learn to be patient. Even if you want revenge, don't rush for a while. Today's pain and suffering will sooner or later I will also let those murderous Spike rebels have a taste, but for you, it is not now. Children, the future will be long, don't disappoint the old man's expectations."

As he said that, he shook the rein in his hand, and the thin leather rope was thrown on the back of the child's hand. The intense pain stimulated him to let go instinctively.

In the blink of an eye, Jiu Ge's figure had disappeared into the dark forest path like lightning.

Maybe it was out of deterrence.

Perhaps it was revenge for being touched by the scales.

When Jiu Ge walked out of the gate of the barracks, there was no whole body behind him.

Jiu Ge casually wiped away the blood spots splashed on her face, the sky in the east was hazy, and the cool wind in the forest blew past her face, blowing away the deep blood and strong resentment covering her whole body.

She was breathing heavily.

In the barracks, the smell of blood and the filth of internal organs mixed into a pungent and unpleasant smell, which made her very irritable. Now that she smelled the fresh air of grass and trees, she felt that she was truly alive.

After a tiring night, Jiu Ge yawned and was about to stretch his waist when his sharp ears suddenly heard the sound of his body stepping into the air.

Her eyes were like electricity, looking straight ahead.

Several figures jumped into the messy camp after setting themselves up.

"Wow, what a rich blood!"

"It seems that we were taken a step ahead of others. We should be a ruthless character just looking at the means. It seems that we have a deep hatred with the Spike rebels. Look at the method of dismembering the corpse. From unfamiliar to skilled, if it is not hated, no People will choose to kill when they can be killed with one blow."

"It may be that those guys who came to Nanjiang have evil hands, maybe they did it."

"Hey, this little brother of Chunyang has a lot of prejudices due to his young age. In the face of national crisis, he still holds on to righteousness and evil."

"Miss Er is right. This melon baby obviously lacks a lesson. When the sisters of the Five Poison Sect heard it, be careful that your head will be knocked off."

The author has something to say:

I am not very familiar with the father after the long song, so I just wrote it according to what I still remember.