What about Mr. Faint?

For the first time in my life, I knew that I was so lonely and timid.

For the first time in my life, I know that everything is not according to my will.

Sitting alone on the rock, he watched the little soldiers carrying basins in and out of the tent, the wounded patients being helped in and out, and the bloodstains that had turned into long black lines all over the ground.For the first time in my life, knowing that the battlefield is so cruel, those who died were luckier than those who survived.

Sitting alone on the stone with legs crossed, looking at those young people who gritted their teeth to prevent themselves from screaming, looking at those young people who were obviously pale but said that they could still hold on and let others go first, looking at those holding hands, The young man who begged his companions to persevere word by word.For the first time in my life, I know that it is not easy for everyone.

Perhaps it is because of the difference in perception. I used to think that only one person in this world can live a difficult life, but now I realize that it is not easy for the world.

There were no able-bodied people in the camp. The prime minister said that those people had gone to clean up the battlefield, and those dead brothers must be collected by someone.What's more, let the corpses be so violent in the wilderness, no matter whether it is emotional or rational, even the enemy army is the same. The two sides want to clean up together without disturbing each other.

From Gu's point of view, this kind of behavior is really strange. Yesterday, swords and swords were facing each other, but today we are working together.

But the prime minister said that it was a rule set by the emperor a hundred years ago, and it is safe to be buried in the soil, and now it can be regarded as a custom passed down by the Jing Dynasty for a hundred years.Whoever breaks this custom is the one who will be reviled by the students and criticized by the world.After all, the living are arguing, so why bother to implicate the dead.

The dead are the greatest, that is the case.

Maybe it's lonely and biased, but lonely just can't let go.

But so what if you can't let go, the one who decides now is not alone.

The sound of crying came from the tent, and the heart-piercing sound of the young man was like the sky and the earth collapsing. He sat alone on the stone with his legs hugged, feeling a chill in his heart.Suddenly he felt heavy, and looking back, it was the general who put his robe on Gu's body: "Your injury is not fully healed yet, why did you come out?"

"Another one died." Knowing that it was him, he pulled all his attention back to the tent with the curtain, "Today, there are already seven No.30s." And now It was not yet noon, and the sun was not even fully high in the sky.

"You just do this these days?" The general stood behind Gu, his sense of presence was so strong that Gu felt uncomfortable all over.It's not that there are no people who can stand behind him, but for some reason, just thinking of the general behind Gu makes him feel uncomfortable.

Two soldiers with hooded heads lifted out a handsome man, and dragged out a crying teenager.While touching tears, he followed the stretcher wow wah wow, calling brother.It seems that the one who died should be his elder brother, and I don't know how such a young boy can get on the battlefield.

"That's logistics." The general made a stroke of genius, as if he understood Gu's heart, "Such a young child cannot go to the battlefield."

This sentence was beyond Gu's imagination. He straightened his back to look at the general, and was quite interested in his explanation: "Why?"

"The ancestral system," brought the topic back to the king who founded the O country, "Even if you are in a difficult situation, you must not extend your hand to the children who have not reached the crown. That is the hope of a country, even if it is a failure of the prime of life. , even women are soldiers, only young men are not allowed to be harmed, not allowed to lean, and not abandoned."

For the Emperor Xiao who was 500 years ago, Gu Zhen is almost aware of the calluses.

"You respect him a lot." Watching the two veterans put the stretcher on the ground, and then carefully put the young man flat on the ground, they carried the empty stretcher back to the tent, leaving only the young man on his elder brother's shoulders. body, crying loudly.He was lucky, the last one lying there didn't even have a mourner.

If Xiao Ba or Xiao Jiu was still alive, they would probably be about the same age as this boy.Thinking of this, by accident, he straightened his legs and stepped on the ground, and slowly walked towards the boy who was still crying, gathered the general's loose robe, and squatted down on the other side of the dead boy: "Crying really ugly."

"None of your business!" The young man sniveled and burst into tears, his clothes were buried by him, but he didn't see him fall on his brother, "My brother is gone, don't let me cry Well. Just today, after today, if a man bleeds but does not shed tears, I will also learn from my elder brother and be a man who stands upright."

"So your brother is dead."

He raised his head in a 'bass', and stared at Gu with a pair of cat eyes: "Shut your dog mouth!"

"Did you say something wrong?" His reaction was very interesting, especially the snot was dripping down before he wiped it off.

"A person who is greedy for life and afraid of death is not qualified to comment on my elder brother!" His eyes were wide open, and the cat eyes filled with tears made his big eyes extraordinarily bright, "My elder brother is a hero. He walked away with blessings and gratitude, he is my pride. Unlike you, who are so big and still huddled in the back camp, without money!"

...He is really the first one to talk to Gu like this.

The last person who talked to Gu like this, the grass on the grave is probably as tall as others: "Are you proud of him?" Maybe it's because of becoming a father, or because there is a little bone beside him, "But the person is dead , there is nothing left, right? He left and left you alone, so you don't hold grudges?"

"Don't hold grudges." He sniffed, "If I didn't have my brother, I would have died a long time ago." He lowered his head and grabbed his brother's palm that had begun to lose temperature, "The year I was born was a severe drought, and the crops in the field They are all dead, and there is no food left at home. If my brother hadn't embraced me and joined the army resolutely, I would have been sold as a foster son long ago."

"Isn't it good to be a adopted son?" I didn't quite understand why he was so happy.

The boy's eyes widened. He was disgusted before, but now he turned into ridicule and disdain: "Who are you from?" He snorted with his nose, but he didn't want to blow his nose. A little embarrassed, "If it's good to be a adopted son, you can go by yourself."

He covered his nose, casually touched the things in his hands on the ground, and then wiped them clean on his body. There was no trace of dirt on the gray robe.He rubbed his face, showing what could be considered a dry smile, squatting beside the dead young man, took his brother's arm, and dragged him to his generation.

For some reason, I thought of my big brother in a trance.

"Brother," Gu heard his patient voice, "Little brother can't take you home." He turned his back to Gu, Gu couldn't see his face, but knew he must be crying again, "Brother, don't dislike little brother Incompetent, when my younger brother grows up, he will go to the battlefield and take his head to pay homage to his elder brother."

Gu's eyes widened suddenly, listening to what he said about going to the battlefield, listening to his bold words.

He said that he would become a great general in the future, a great figure like the Great General of the Expedition. At that time, he would build a good tomb for his elder brother, and adopt his own child to his elder brother's knee, so that his elder brother would be worshiped in the underworld, not to mention The incense will be broken.

The young man's body was still too tall for a young man who was still growing up. He hugged the young man on his back, but failed to close his legs four times.In the end, the general raised his hand to give him a hand, and the boy didn't turn his head back, but just thanked him in a muffled voice, and walked away step by step with his waist bent.

He squatted on the ground, watching him almost break his waist, just to prevent his dead brother from falling to the ground.

"Your Highness," the general also squatted down, and accompanied Gu Conggu to look at the young man who left behind his brother on his back. "Being a foster son is a better term for poor people in drought years." He said slowly Slowly revealing the self-willed and ugly but also extremely helpless side for Gu.

"There was a severe drought that year, and the fields in the north were dry and cracked, and there was no harvest. The rice seedlings in the south were exposed to the sun and withered, and few survived. The lucky family had enough money to survive the cold winter by killing chickens and cattle. The unlucky ones went up the mountain to dig grass and plan trees. To fill the five internal organs." At this point, the general paused, "But if there are children in the family, the children can't live like this."

"If there are too many children in the family, I will take the younger one to protect the older one..." He paused, turned around and saw the general's closed eyes, "Exchange children with floating families, and send them to other families to be adopted children. Then you two North and South, we will never see each other again."

How is the painting done in the book?

The extremely poor households starved to death Wen Que, sweeping Kong Duo.And there are those who kill their children to save rice. There are also fathers who eat their sons, brothers who eat their brothers, husbands who eat their wives, and women who eat their husbands.Babies and young girls were abandoned by the side of the road and filled all over the fields, it was horrible.There is no shortage of people who are dying of starvation stealing their arms and cooking them.

Gu looked at the staggering back of the young man, remembered the pale face of the young man, and turned his head to look at the tent covered by the curtain.There are military doctors and wounded patients, the hope of life, but also the gate of death: "General." The squirming emotions in my heart, like a spring that has been opened, gushed out.

"I can't help you if you know it, but gold and silver treasures can be regarded as compensation." Those who died were remembered by someone. Behind them were parents, brothers and sisters, wives and children.They were strong men in the family, but because of this troubled times, they were dragged to this place where swords had no eyes, and died suddenly and forever.

Although he didn't want to say it, but this time the scribe in Tsing Yi successfully tricked Gu, and he was willing to be tricked: "What he said is true, when the palace city was burned, there was nothing in it." In fact, the maids and eunuchs brought everything with them. If they don't leave, they can only die in the palace, die for this dynasty, die for this country.

And the really valuable things have already been secretly transferred by Gu and Big Brother to a place that no one would think of.So I have the guts to let the Huns into Beijing, so I have the guts to give it a go, because they can't take anything away except the anger of the Central Plains people.Except for the hatred of the Central Plains people, there is nothing left.

Gu also used to be an emperor, the master of this country, who he wanted to give this country to, who he wanted to give this country to.

Only Gu has the final say.