big master, big liar

The thundering drums, mixed with the sound of horseshoes all over the sky, and the shouts of killing almost deafened Song Xuan's ears.

The soldiers playing the drums all have greasy tendons, and every beat seems to smash the drum surface. The sound of thousands of drums mixed together seems to smash the city and the crowd together. Hammer, grind into minced meat.

The soldiers in the distance, in the sound of their drums, looked smaller and smaller, like ants, rushing and mixing together, slowly consuming.

During formation changes, someone is always falling, and someone is always stepping forward.

These seem to be no longer people, but sand, gravel, dirt, or other inanimate things that can fill in the gaps.

Where are the fallen?

Song Xuan couldn't see it.

Their bodies torn apart by knives and guns have probably been trampled to pieces under the hooves of their own compatriots or enemies, and blended into one with the soil.

Here, there seems to be nothing more humble and humble than life.

All sympathy for the same kind, all that is called human, is gone here.

And the state of etiquette is always built on such ferocious barbarism, and all of them disappear in such barbarism.

It was as if whenever people wore monkey crowns for a while, they had to remind each other that they were still beasts—a curse from which there was no escape.

Song Xuan actually felt a little ridiculous.

"When I first went to the battlefield, I had the same expression as you." When the drums stopped temporarily, Hua Wuliang said to him.

"What happened later?" Song Xuan asked.

"After that, I lost expression." Hua Wuxian said.

Song Xuan looked down and hesitated for a moment: "You...won't you go?"

Hua Wuxian shook his head: "There will be no troops in the West Camp, my task today is to protect you."

It was Ji Yunqi who asked Song Xuan to come to the front line to have a look.

Although most people are against it, thinking that the national teacher is a symbol of peace of mind, even if it is to supervise the war, there is no need to go to the front line.

But Song Xuan still came.

Hua Wuliang handed him a strange looking thing: "This thing can see very far."

Song Xuan had seen it with Fang Qiutang, and when he took it, he could see a young man who had been slashed across the body by a knife.

red.

It seems that only red is left.

Who in the end endowed red with auspicious meaning?

Song Xuan closed his eyes slightly, unable to say a word for a while.

He didn't stay there all the time because he didn't want to scare himself any longer.

"The first month I went to the battlefield, I kept having nightmares, dreaming that I was dead." Hua Wuliang said. "After waking up, it's actually even scarier to be awake."

"Because you are probably the only one alive."

"I started as a centurion, and the Lord wants to sharpen me." Hua Wuliang said. "Not even ten of my original comrades-in-arms are alive now."

Song Xuan looked at her.

Hua Wuxian's expression is very calm.

"Some died on the battlefield, and more died beside me. After being stabbed a few times, there was no cure. The medicine that soldiers could use was the worst medicine, or even no medicine. They just lived like this. Death, I watched them die with my own eyes."

"Even, they will beg me to give them a happy one."

Hua Wuliang stared at his saber: "Because my knife is the fastest, it won't hurt them for too long."

Song Xuan put his hand on her shoulder: "It will end."

"Yeah, it will end." Hua Wuxian closed his eyes. "I really like Sifang City, and I like flowers going downstairs."

This was the first time she mentioned flowers going downstairs since she came to the barracks.

These days she even acted completely different from Xiang Rong, as if she had split herself into two completely different people.

Because Hua Wuwu is afraid of being weak, and in such a place, every bit of weakness will be fatal.

When Ming Jin retreated that day, Song Xuan saw Qin Fengtu.

He was carried back and lost an arm.

The man who always spoke like thunder did not say a word.

The first thing he said when he saw Hua Wuxian was: "General Hua, let me pretend I didn't say what I said last time."

Hua Wuxian didn't answer, just patted his empty shoulder.

Xie Qingzhu was not injured. He was a well-known archer in the military camp, and he was responsible for shooting the opponent's messengers and officials every time.

The two Chang Feng Chang Yu brothers seem to be in another camp. Song Xuan greeted them a few days ago, but now they don't know what the situation is.

Song Xuan was silent for a long time in his room.

He wanted to write a letter to Ji Yunxi, but he couldn't write anything.

Until the climax of the moon, Song Xuan lifted the curtain of the main tent.

Ji Yunqi never slept.

"Go to the front line today?" Ji Yunqi asked him.

"Yes." Song Xuan found a place to sit down by himself, his face was not good-looking, even a little pale. "What do you want me to see?"

"I want you to see a real war," Ji Yunqi laughed. "Mr. Let's underestimate the battlefield in Sifang City?"

Sifang City took advantage of the right time, place and people, and used the way of a ranger to annihilate Nantu's general.

That's not because Tu people are weak.

It's because it's not a real battlefield.

"Was Xiangrong's words also ordered by you?" Song Xuan suddenly asked.

Hua Wuwu came here, and his tone was stricter than a clam shell, how could he easily tell him the old things.

"I just let her chat with you casually about her experience in the army," Ji Yunqi's expression didn't change at all. "Are you frightened, sir?"

Song Xuan let out a breath slowly: "Yes."

"But I don't understand what the general's intention is." Song Xuan said quietly.

Ji Yunqi's eyes were burning: "Song Xuan, do you dare to lead troops?"

"What?" Song Xuan was taken aback.

"You and Fang Qiutang's idea, he told me before, he is indeed clever enough, but his vision is not precise enough."

Ji Yunqi finally revealed another side of him besides being bold and generous.

"Song Xuan, you have a greater use."

He pointed at the sand table on the table, with an unpredictable expression: "Fang Qiutang, you should be able to play with those things. You also know the boys in Sifang City best. The most important thing is that I have no shortage of marching formations, safe and experienced General, I lack a knife."

"A knife that breaks the game."

The battle at the border is getting more and more stalemate. Ji Yunqi and Cang Ye from Nantu are indeed two handsome talents.

After several times of stalemate, no one got a bargain from the other, and both sides wanted to find a breakthrough.

But what Ji Yunqi thought of was Song Xuan.

Song Xuan frowned slightly: "You know, I don't know how to lead soldiers—"

"You will soon," Ji Yunqi laughed. "Leading troops is not that difficult. Many people under me don't know a single word, so they can still lead them."

"What's more, I don't need you to bring ordinary soldiers." Ji Yunqi laughed.

He was able to put a general who he had carefully cultivated for several years—even a young girl—into the lowest ranks of the army.

It is enough to show Ji Yunqi's precision in seeing people and his determination and cruelty in acting.

Under his bold and unrestrained appearance, there is indeed a shrewdness and reason that match his status.

"My younger brother enshrines you like a treasure, for fear that you will be bumped and make you feel a little bit uncomfortable-this is the real waste." Ji Yunqi looked at Song Xuanxian's handsome appearance, and couldn't help it. laughed.

He can't be wrong about people.

If Hua Wuxian is a precious sword that cuts iron like mud, then Song Xuan is a demon sword.

A weird and simple demon sword that can kill people.

Such a knife, the more bloodthirsty it is, the sharper it is, if it is offered to the shrine every day, it will become blunt instead.

"The only question now is, Master Guoshi, do you dare to go to the battlefield?"

"Are you willing to let yourself be stained with blood?"

Song Xuan thought of the scene he saw during the day.

A place like hell on earth.

"What can I do there?" Song Xuan seemed in a daze.

"You can kill your own kind without any scruples, you can turn yourself into a beast, you can fall into the abyss, and you can gain supreme glory." Ji Yunqi said quietly. "Be able to end all of this as soon as possible, protect every inch of territory, and protect the people behind you."

"The one who can let Shengjing live in peace."

Song Xuan closed his eyes: "Okay."

Song Xuan left the tent.

Hua Wuxian passed him by, walked into the tent, and frowned slightly.

Ji Yunqi looked at her with a smile: "Are you unhappy?"

"Yes." Hua WuWu said.

She knew Song Xuan's temperament, and if he wanted to direct the killing with his own hands, it would be more uncomfortable than being hunted down.

"I'm not happy either," Ji Yunqi said with a smile. "Who in the world can live comfortably."

Hua Wuxing couldn't help asking: "Then why did the Lord..."

"Dayao wants to win," Ji Yunqi's expression turned cold. "To win, you have to use him."

Hua Wuxian was at a loss for words for a while.

He couldn't help complaining again: "If the Holy Majesty finds out about this, it's likely that the boy in red will skin me alive."

"Song Xuan won't say it," Hua Wuxian said. "He won't say anything."

He even hesitated to write a letter. If he wrote too much, he was afraid that the person would worry. If he wrote too little, he was afraid that the person would think it was perfunctory.

How could it be possible to tell that person that he was about to rush to the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, stained all over in white?