Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

The young lady from the Lin family squatted down and helped the girl push aside the hair on the left side of her face, revealing a birthmark that covered half of her forehead, and then applied lip balm little by little on the girl's blood-stained lips.

"Ah Chou, very beautiful."

Ah Chou smiled with her lips pursed somewhat embarrassedly. In the past, she was extremely self-conscious because of the birthmark on her face. She even walked with her head down, let alone putting on rouge.

She still remembered the first time she imitated others in using rouge and powder, her painting turned out weird. The kids around her laughed and threw stones at her, and even gave her the nickname "Achou".

Gradually, her name was forgotten by everyone, even her parents began to call her Achou. From then on, she never touched rouge or powder again.

Now she couldn't really tell what she felt. She just saw some of the people she once resented were also on the battlefield, protecting her and the young lady from the Lin family behind them, with a hint of innocence in their eyes: "In the next life, I will be your neighbor, can you not call me Ah Chou? I want to hear you call me by my name."

Then he slowly died in the arms of the young lady from the Lin family.

The others' eyes turned red. The girl who was usually taciturn and always kept her head down and her back hunched died right in front of them. They felt inexplicably heartbroken.

Achou's presence is not strong on weekdays. He goes up the mountain to chop firewood every day, then goes home to feed the pigs and ducks. He stays quietly in the house and doesn't interact with people much.

They kept saying sorry and opened their mouths to call Achou's name, but found that they had already forgotten her real name.

"I'm sorry, I forgot your name. But, when I kill two more enemies, I will personally go to the underworld to apologize to you. In the next life, you can be my sister. I'm a bastard who always bullies you. My only strength is that I can protect you."

Probably, everyone who went to the battlefield had put aside their grudges against each other. No matter how much hatred and resentment they had in normal times, they would inevitably help each other when they saw that the other party was in trouble.

"Big brother."

"General."

Chang Qing heard a faint voice, and then heard his deputy general calling him. He turned around and saw a little girl lying on the ground covered in blood, crawling towards him.

Luoluo, why is she here?

Chang Qing's expression changed, and he saw Xiao Taoyao's father holding Luo Luo and coming towards him. Luo Luo's face was covered with tears due to the pain, but her hands were tightly holding the bag on her back.

"Brother, I found you."

Luo Luo's little face was extremely pale, but she still looked as well-behaved as Chang Qing had seen her in the past. She took out a red-stained letter from her arms.

"Big brother, Yuncheng, Dayan is attacking us. Mother, the one who saved Luoluo died. Brother Dazhuang is also dead."

There was a buzzing sound in Changqing's head, his heart suddenly tightened and his face turned a little pale. He lowered his eyes and reached out to take Luoluo.

Even though the little person was in his arms, Chang Qing could hardly feel her warmth.

Xiao Taoyao's father reached out and touched Luoluo's face, then turned and left. Dazhuang was his eldest son, but he had no time to feel sad or even ask more questions, but instead threw himself into killing the enemy.

"Big brother, it doesn't hurt."

Luoluo was clearly in so much pain that tears were streaming down her face. Every time she moved, she let out a soft hiss of pain, but she kept saying that she wasn't in any pain.

"Clothes, big brother, clothes."

She tried to take the bag from behind her with trembling hands. Changqing helped her take it out, revealing half of her winter clothes.

Luoluo looked at it, then lowered her eyes in disappointment: "It's not too late. Be ready, big brother, don't cry. Luoluo is going to find my father and mother."

Luoluo tried very hard to help Changqing wipe away his tears, but the pain from the bloody hole in her chest where a knife had pierced her back was so severe that she had no strength left.

Finally, Luoluo said that she was very happy and had completed the task.

As early as when her mother died trying to save her, she had lost all desire to live. Unexpectedly, she encountered an accident with the messenger, who asked her to pass the news that Yuncheng was attacked by Dayan to Liangzhou.

"I wish Luoluo will have no worries in the next life, be happy and healthy, live a long life, be a member of the ordinary world and live a fulfilling life, with ordinary warmth and surprises going hand in hand." Chang Qing integrated the merit of her risking her life to bring the news into her soul, and left a bloody mole on Luoluo's face with her right thumb.

The battle in Liangzhou City was extremely brutal. The fighting lasted from dawn to dusk. Even the knives in their hands were bent. Looking around, the ground was littered with corpses.

The snow that had accumulated for months was melted by the scorching heat and now turned into blood flowing on the ground.

It was so dark around that he couldn't even tell the enemy from himself. Chang Qing stood on the battlefield covered in blood, looking at his tattered armor with an indifferent expression.

Her face was extremely pale due to excessive blood loss, just like the snow on the mountains at dusk, devoid of any life. Behind her was the tall and majestic Liangzhou City, where lanterns were slowly being hung up. The bright candlelight fell like the rising sun in the east, always shining brightly.

"We have held on."

Chun Heming walked over and patted her shoulder, then saw her fall to the ground.

Chun Heming was stunned for a moment. Looking at the blood on his clothes, he didn't care whether he had mysophobia or not. He bent down and carried the person on his back, still muttering to himself.

"You are so stubborn, actually the best way is to take a step back and wait for reinforcements to arrive."

Then, he heard the people behind him whisper, "We have room to retreat, but what about the hundreds of thousands of people in Liangzhou City? Where can they retreat to? You know what kind of tragedy will occur if the army runs out of food. How miserable will the fate of women and children be?"

"Heming, if you look back at history, there are many cases of massacres. The army of Jiang State was cut off from food and wanted to control Liangzhou City as quickly as possible. The fastest way was to massacre the city."

"I will not give up an inch of the land of Liguo, and I will not abandon any of the people of Liguo."

Chang Qing naturally knew that Chun Heming was just talking.

Chun Heming was commanding the archers, slingshots, Jin Shui and others in the rear. In the end, they ran out of arrows and stones. After he defended the city, he led the remaining men to attack.

The always elegant young man's clothes were torn to pieces, and there was a lot of dirty blood, and even his hair was stained with blood.

After leaving the battlefield, his first reaction was to wipe his face clean to maintain his status.

"Humph, luckily my wife stuffed a lot of plush into the clothes when she sewed them, otherwise, I might have to lie down and return to Liangzhou City today."

Chun Heming continued, "General Xu, you look so weak, don't die on my back. But I remember you didn't wear this suit when you went out. Why? Don't tell me you stole it on the battlefield."

"It was given by Luo Luo. It's an extremely cute little girl." Chang Qing touched his winter clothes and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Chun Heming didn't know who Luo Luo was, he just listened quietly to the boy on his back chattering.

In the past, young people did not say much, but too many people died tonight. Everyone did not even have time to grieve, or even reminisce about the past. They just squeezed out a dozen seconds from the battle between life and death to watch their old friends go on the road.

In this battle, both sides suffer losses.

Every household in Liangzhou City hung white silk, and nine out of ten houses were empty. The paper money was blown all over the streets by the wind, and the suppressed and sad crying sounds continued.