Remnants of Filth

In a blink of an eye, the North Front Army had been full for two years.

By the water's edge, 100,000 troops camped and settled down. Tonight, if we hurry one more day tomorrow, we can return to our hometown. The monks buried their pots to cook rice, drew horses and robes, the water of the river shone with the setting sun, the spirit beasts lying on the banks of the river, and the men in the shoals were bathing in clear water.

"Hey, give me a piggyback, and Minger will go home. I'm like a mud monkey. My mother must scold me."

"Brother, help me shave for a while, I can't shave myself."

A group of people giggled at the shallow bay, laughing at each other, and sharing each other's minds.

In the hands of the loving mother, the spring lady dreams, the wanderer returns, the filial piety that should be filial piety, the wife that should marry a wife, each has its own hope.

Up and down the army, probably only Mo went out and looked forward.

His parents are dead and he has no wives. The entire Emperor Zhonghua is looking forward to his return, but Wanjia lights, but no lamp is reserved for him alone.

So there was nothing tender in his eyes, only the embers of war that had been quiet for the past few years.

"Yun Hejun, you will be back to the city tomorrow, and you can see Princess Mengze again." Yue Chenqing just took a shower, walked up from the river beach, and saw Mo Xi, he said with a smile, "I wish you a little victory- "

"If you want me to take you back into the river, go on."

Yue Chenqing shut up and bowed reverently to Mo: "... Mo Shuai, I think you can become a Buddha in this life."

Mo ignored him, stood by the river, and looked at Han Dai.

After two years in the army, he hasn't returned to his hometown for thousands of days and nights. I don't know how Princess Mengze is doing.

And Gu Mang ...

Mo Xi's eyes darkened slightly.

Two years ago, Gu Mang was sent back to the capital as a courtesy and courtesy, and the moment he entered the city, he caused riots--

"Hahaha, as soon as the city gates opened, the escorted team came in, and we were all stunned when we saw what the famous Gu Shuai looked like."

"It's absolutely unforgettable! That scene will be unforgettable!"

Exactly what kind of scene is Mo Xi, it is only known that Gu Mang's body bones seem to have something wrong.

But what does "somewhat questionable" mean?

Missing arms or missing legs? Blind or dumb?

He didn't know.

His identity and position should not inquire about such things. In addition, he was usually too cold, and the soldiers and awe feared him. As soon as he appeared, the monks who were still raps shut up and whispered, and saluted him with order: "Mo Shuai."

Mo Xi couldn't say anything, so he nodded, stood for a while, and left quietly.

Yue Chenqing whispered several times in his ear, but Yue Chenqing did not speak. The content of ten times was different from ten times. Mo extinguished and stuffy, he never asked, so he still does not know about Gu until now. What kind of situation is Mang.

He only knew that Gu Mang was not dead.

And that's enough.

At night, Mo Xi was alone in the tent, listening to the sound of the wind whispering outside.

Most of his previous expeditions were with Gu Mang. Even if they are not together, Gu Mang will come outside the city to wait for him as long as he returns.

He couldn't think of those past. How did things get here today?

In fact, now think about it, everything has an omen.

When he first saw Gu Mang, Gu Mang was still a slave, but this slave had quite a soldier and ambition in his chest.

Gu Mang always wanted to do something big.

It is a pity that the blood of Kyushu is superior. Although the old monarch took pity on his talent and gave him an exception, the new monarch did not take into account Gu Man, a "cheap" man, after the old master died.

He was jealous of him, doubted him, and cut his power.

He even made a thing that Gu Mang would no longer tolerate.

Mo Xi watched him fall into the abyss.

He once persuaded Gu Mang as a close friend, and once argued with Gu Mang as a colleague. At that time, they were at the Military Aircraft Agency. Gu Mang was depressed and absent from duty all day. When Mo Xi found him, he was listening to music and drinking in the blue building, resting on the soft thighs of Maiko, and when Mo was out, he squinted a pair of starry eyes and looked at it with a smile, saying, " Here and Jun, come. "

Mo Xi was almost furious. He slammed the door aside, strode the room, and slap Gu Mang in the crowd's exclamation, saying, "Do n’t you **** like this forever."

Gu Mang was drunk, and wrapped around his neck with a smile, and asked intimately: "Yeah, Master Mo, would you rot with me?"

"Get off you!"

Gu Mong laughed.

He said, it doesn't matter, after all, you are a clan and I am a slave.

I know you think I'm dirty.

I also know that no matter how hard this army under my control works, how much blood is spilled and how many people die, it is not worth mentioning in the eyes of today's king. Who makes us unworthy of practicing the true habit? It is because we are of low birth, but we have to be reluctant.

Later, Gu Mang was sent from the capital by the king, but never returned.

People thought he had died unexpectedly, and there were still many girls who admired him crying for him.

But one day, the front line suddenly heard from the military newspaper that Gu Mang was seen in the battlefield.

Gu Mang cast an enemy.

The scandal burned like wildfire everywhere, and everyone's anger was ignited. Only Mo Xi's heart was frozen.

He didn't believe it.

He never believed. Until you see it with your own eyes.

It was on the Dongting Lake in the misty and foggy water, where the beasts of water slaughtered. Lao Guo's tactics are so familiar that he breaks his mind-this kind of demon-like and deceptive play, he has seen countless times.

On the sand table deduced by Gu Mang in the past, in the brilliant battles of Wang Bajun.

Mo Xihe and the then general in charge of the battle said that they must all retreat and cannot fight again. Otherwise today the entire striker would be buried at the bottom of the lake.

"You are not Gu Mang's opponent."

The coach didn't listen: "What kind of thing is Gu Mang. Huang Maoer, blood of cheap slaves, I ca n’t fight him with a pure blood **** ?!"

The old nobleman with a lot of white beards had a look of arrogance, and he didn't put Gu Mang in his eyes.

The fire was burning.

In the past, under the leadership of Gu Mang, Wang Shi, who had not been defeated for a long time, was defeated for the first time in front of the battleship of the kingdom. The spirit boats exploded one by one, and the water warcraft culled from the bottom of the lake to bite the monks. The fire was red, and the blood covered the water.

In a tragic defeat and wailing, Mo extinguished his imperial sword and came to the ship in the main building of Lao Guo.

The fire was burning, and the black smoke kept rising. Lao Guo is a country of demon repair. The monks' curses are vicious and fierce. Hundreds of desires to kill Mo--

"Stop it."

A familiar voice sounded. In the cabin of the ship, a figure walked out of the dark place of the cabin.

He saw Gu Mang again.

Gu Mang has a deeper complexion and a stronger physique than before, but his eyes have not changed, and the black and black ones seem to be able to see all the tricks in the world. He was naked / naked, with a thin, thin waist wrapped in bandages, a black blouse on his shoulders, and a blood-stained scarf on his forehead—from the sacrifice of the Zhonghua King Ripped off.

He drew Erlang to the ship's side, squinting his eyes forward, and then smiled: "Hey and Jun, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

The blustery wind was agitating.

Mo Xi finally saw the traitor with his own eyes. This chaotic thief.

How could this be-?

He used to think that Lao Country is a country that only admires the brutality of warfare. Gu Mang was pure in nature, so even if he would leave Chonghua, he should not invest in the territory of Laos.

But now ...

He closed his eyes, his throat knot rolled, and he spit out two words: "Gu Mang ..."

"Ok?"

Mo Xi's voice was low, but there was a depressing trembling, "... you just mixed yourself up to this point."

Gu Mang smiled in the flames, and the black hair hanging down to the side of his face was slightly flicked. He almost spread his palms in an elegant manner: "Is there anything wrong?"

"..."

"I think it's fine, Guo Guoshangcai. Even if the black demon is wrong, everyone is fair."

Gu Mang said, pointing at the blue scarf with gold trim on his forehead.

"This kind of pure-blooded aristocrat's scarf, no matter how I was born and died in your country, how many meritorious deeds have been established. Because of my background, I will never want to get it .... Do you know the fatigue?"

Gu Man smiled.

"I can not be reconciled."

Mo quenches his anger: "That is the ribbon of honor that only the son of the hero who sacrificed his ancestors. Take it off!"

Gu Mang felt the bloodstained bandage, and was very interested: "Is it? This is a very young monk wearing it. My hand cut his head with a knife. I see that the tape is delicate and beautiful. It's a pity to wear it on the dead, so for fun, what do you want? "

He smiled viciously, "You should have one of your own, what do you want to grab from me?"

Mo Xi was almost furious, screaming: "Pick it!"

Gu Mang's sweet voice, but his tone is very dangerous: "He and Jun, you are alone in the siege, why not be polite at all. Do you really think I will miss the old feelings and dare not kill you?"

Dark misty bayonet gathered in his hand.

Gu Mang said: "Today's Dongting Lake has buried almost all of the forward troops in your country. Mo Xi, although you are powerful, but after all, you are a vice general, but you old noble who is stupid enough to vomit blood. So many people have died today , He doesn't come for mercy, you're in danger. "

"..."

Gu Mang smiled, "Do you want to bury the soldier Zhonghua who died?"

Mo Xi didn't answer, and for a moment he walked towards him.

"........."

The boots were dappled on the blood-drenched deck. Mo Xi finally spoke, "Gu Mang. I know Chonghua owes you, and I owe you."

"You have done too much for me, so today, I will not do anything with you."

Gu Mang sneered: "You try it upside down."

"You asked me if I wanted to bury the soldiers who died today .... If I die, I can change you and leave Laos." Step by step, "OK, my life is for you."

Gu Mang didn't smile, and stared at him with black eyes: "... I will kill you."

"..." Mo Xi said nothing, only glanced at the blood on Gu Mang's forehead, Lan Jinyu's blood, and then his eyes slowly moved down and fell on Gu Mang's face. After that. Remember to turn back. "

This is Mo Xi's last attempt to fish him.

The white eagle passed over the mast, the bayonet flashed--

Quietly muted.

Blood oozed from the wound.

Han blade penetrates the heart-violently tore up!

"I said I would kill you."

The bayonet is still in the blood. Gu Mang paused for a moment, and suddenly twisted his lips and sneered, "What the **** are you and why should you tell me the conditions? Do you think I will feel guilty and then look back? Don't be stupid!"

He raised his neck and stared down, sighing, "Become a man and be born, you shouldn't miss the old feelings too much."

He said, slowly leaning down, kneeling on one knee, resting one elbow on his knee with ease, and holding the **** bayonet in the other, he yanked it out.

Blood splatters!

Gu Mang drew his **** face against the **** knife tip.

"Don't think I don't know what your idea is. You and Jun, you are not really reluctant to do anything with me. You know you have no chance of winning, so you are willing to bet on my conscience with your life.

The placket slowly opened bright red, and at that moment, the ink did not hurt.

Just feel cold.

Really cold……

He closed his eyes.

no.

If I could, I never thought of going with you.

Once, you gave the light, the heat you gave, all the blood that ran in the heart was because of you.

I would not have been today without you.

Gu Mang said indifferently: "I'm sorry, I've let you down."

"..."

"Mo xi. If I were you, today I am in a desperate situation. I would rather bet that I can die all the same. It would not be like you, innocently persuading my opponent to turn around."

"You and my brother, this is what I can finally teach you."

The last scene I remembered before Mo Xi lost his consciousness was that a monk from Lao Kingdom came from the water with a sword and yelled: "Gu Shuai, there is reinforcement in the northeast. It is Mengze's medicine repair army. You see-"

Before the words were over, Mo Xi could not support him, leaned forward, and fell to the blood-stained deck.

In this **** battle, Chonghua confirmed that the betrayal would transfer Gu Mang to Laos, and to die for the darkest country in Kyushu. The veteran coach was overwhelmed, the army suffered heavy losses, fewer than 10,000 survivors survived, and Mo Xi was unconscious on the sickbed for several days before waking up.

Gu Mang stabbed him in the chest, but didn't stop there and turned back to shore.

According to Gu Mang a long time ago-a sentence that he said before leaving Wangcheng-

"The ink is gone, the way up has been blocked for me, I have no place to go, I can only touch it in hell."

When he finished, he asked Xiao Er to ask for an altar.

Opening the mud, Gu Mang filled it with a smile, one for himself and one for Mo.

"Dang" slammed the bowls together, hops splashed, and Gu Mang's eyes shone brightly. "Please have another drink, your brother Gu Mang will be a bad person from now on."

At the time Mo went out, he shook his head and felt that he was too unscrupulous.

This brother has known each other for so many years, his heart is too soft, and even an ant is unwilling to step on it, so how can the red heart be a bad guy?

The results of it? Chizi's men killed his fellows.

Chizi almost killed him.

—— “Fortunately, Princess Mengze rushed to save you in time. The bayonet is a martial arts weapon that has quenched the magic poison. You will be scared no later. You will have scars on your chest. You need to feel relieved for months Rest ... "

What the medicine repair said later, Mo Xi didn't listen to it anymore, he looked down at the bandage wrapped around his chest, and the carrion was dug out, but there was something with the carrion that was taken out of the flesh and blood chest. Make him feel empty, feel pain, feel unwilling, feel hatred.

Until later, Gu Mang had a bad report and was sent back to the old capital.

Mo Xi felt that the scars on his chest finally stopped the bleeding.

It still hurts.

Many years later, on the eve of the return of the North Border Army division, Mo Xi, who was unable to sleep, sat alone in the camp, with his fingers in front of the brow bones, and unconsciously rubbed some wet eyes with his fingers.

He turned his face, and the faint candlelight flowed out of the sconce-covered lampholder, and he narrowed his eyes against the frosty side of his face.

Gu Mang ...

Gu Mang.

Needless to say, he is a good minister, he is an anti-thief, he hates him so much, and knows he is guilty.

But when his eyelashes were trembling, he seemed to see Gu Mang, a smiling, positive and evil face in the school age, and when he was happy, he showed a tiger's teeth, and his eyes were brighter than any star he had seen. The sun was bright and the elders' words were long. And Gu Mang was on the table, secretly writing and editing Huang Shu, and proud of all the girls in Huang Shu who loved him.

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