The Spring Breeze Ten Miles Is Not as Good as You——Chang'an with Passionate Blood

Summer helped Li Zhi to bandage the wound, but for some reason it was always bad. Li Zhi could not help but softly said, "It's okay, take your time."

Samo remained silent all the time, and he was a different person from usual. Seeing this, Sanpao hurriedly told everyone to disperse first.

Li Zhi touched his head with his other hand, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Summer stopped what he was doing, didn't raise his head, and said in a low voice, "Li Zhi, don't get hurt again next time."

"Okay, I'll be careful, I promise you."

Summer continued to bandage him, and suddenly Zisu called out to everyone, "Look, what is this?"

Sanpao has been following Zisu, looking at the piles of dirt, scratching his head, "It looks like a tomb."

Li Zhi saw that Samo's hands were shaking, and he was a little unsteady, so he quickly reached out to help him.Today's Satsuma is too strange, just now he was in a daze in such a dangerous situation, but now he obviously seemed to be touched by something, and his face turned even worse.

"But why are there no tombstones? Could it be a mass grave?" San Pao was still studying.

At this time, Futaba also came over, "You are stupid, isn't this buried well, it's very neat."

"Hey, what is this?" Sanpao picked up a string of coral chains from a small mound next to it. It was covered with mud, but it was probably buried in the ground for a long time, and it was well preserved.

When Sam saw the string of chains, his eyes went dark, and Li Zhi followed him, and he fainted.

"Summer, Summer..."

It was that horrible day and night again. Little Satsuma hid in the cave for a day and a night. When he came out, there was no one alive. He no longer knew how to be afraid. He was so hungry that he didn’t know how to catch fish. Looking for something to eat, I had to find some weeds and roots to satisfy my hunger, and I wanted to spit it out from time to time, feeling that every bite was bloody.

Reluctantly, little Satsuma started to bury the corpses one by one. He had no tools, so he had to plan and dig with his hands until his fingers were torn. Pit, directly bury people with soil.

The mother and concubine said that after death, one must go to the earth for peace, otherwise the soul will not be able to rest in peace, and will wander alone in the world without reincarnation.

Little Satsuma believed persistently, and his small body worked day and night to rescue the dead. Whether it was his own people or people from Datang, Satsuma covered them with soil.

If you don't hate, how is it possible?

But this is war. The cold corpses used to be other people's fathers, brothers, and sons. They were all poor people who were forced to leave their homes and join the battlefield.

Once the success is complete, who will remember the countless bones behind him, and those heartbroken people who cried and blinded their eyes.

Satsuma hates war, and hates those who hurt innocent lives in the name of justice.

But he is powerless, and such tragedies will happen in different places.

Finally, all the corpses were buried. The beautiful people in the past have long been unrecognizable, covered in dirt, and a lot thinner. Who would have thought that this little beggar-looking child was the noble-born Prince Jialan? Besides, they thought That prince died in this sapphire lake.

Only Mulder could not be buried. Little Satsuma untied the coral chain around his neck and kept one of them by his side, "Uncle Mulder, I'm sorry. I can't find you, so I can only replace you with a coral chain. Please rest in peace." Little Satsuma bowed to the lake water again and again before burying the chain in the soil.

The sun was going to set again on this day, little Samo sat quietly beside the tomb with his knees hugged, watching the setting sun like blood, he began to hum softly the song that his mother often sang, tears blurred his vision.