"What are we all? Pigs and cows on the altar..." Song Xin thought in his mind and looked at Cao Chun and Wei Tong. Just to lure the enemy and force Zhang Fei into an ambush, he, Wei Tong, Song Ya and so many soldiers could all be sacrificed.
Thinking that Wei Xuan would not hesitate to take the lives of thousands of people in order to let himself die. Song Xin had murderous intentions towards him. This time when he goes back, he must kill him with his own hands!
"Ziming, you rest here for the night. I will lead the people to drive Zhang Fei away first." In the evening, after discussing with Wei Tong, Cao Chun decided to let these wounded soldiers repair themselves here. Wei Tong's infantry suffered huge losses. , can no longer fight, has no effect.
"General Zihe, I still have some horses and weapons, please take them with you. We won't need them anymore."
Wei Tong knew that Cao Chun's tiger cavalry was following Zhang Fei closely. It was impossible for Zhang Fei to attack him in a roundabout way, so he simply left the horses and ordnance in his hands with Cao Chun.
"Okay, it just so happens that our army also needs a group of pack horses to help the camels transport armor and weapons." Cao Chun agreed without hesitation. He did need a group of pack horses.
When the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry goes out on an expedition, each knight is equipped with a war horse, a pack horse, and a walking horse. When marching, the sergeant rides the walking horse, and the pack horse and camel carry armor and weapons. Otherwise, if the war horse is allowed to march with a heavy load for a long time, the horse's legs and hoofs will be damaged, and the charge will be difficult. Fatal mistakes can easily occur. However, draft horses often have a short lifespan and wear out very quickly. This time, Cao Chun marched in a hurry for several days and lost nearly one-tenth of his pack horse.
Before leaving, Cao Chun saw Song Xin and Song Ya and said with a little regret: "I'm afraid this brother will die. Let's prepare for the funeral as soon as possible..."
After that, he led the cavalry to the east, getting further and further away from the camp until it disappeared from sight. Wei Tong turned around and saw Song Xin looking at the cavalry going away. His figure was drawn out in a long line by the setting sun. Wei Tong sighed softly and looked at Song Ya with his eyes closed tightly.
"How is brother Song Ya?"
"I helped him heal his injuries, and he's asleep now. By the way, Brother Wei, do you know about this mission to lure the enemy?"
Wei Tong shook his head: "I didn't know. The military order I got before departure was to rush to Jiangxia, and I didn't know there was an arrangement for making bait here. I guess Wei Xuan knew that the Prime Minister had plans to lure the enemy into encirclement and annihilation, so he Just let me lead the troops out to die. If General Zi and General hadn't arrived in time, we might have succeeded."
"Brother, does Prime Minister Cao not care about the lives of these soldiers?" Song Xin didn't understand why Cao Cao would listen to Wei Xuan.
"My dear brother, these big people often do things like this. In order to achieve their goals, they can sacrifice anything."
"Including you, brother?"
"Um."
Wei Tong nodded and added: "Now that I am a general, as long as I wear armor and go to war, it is a knife, a sword, or the tip of a spear. I am no longer Wei Tong."
He paused and then said: "Since it is a sword, it is nothing to these big shots. If it is worn out, it will be lost..."
Song Xin was silent after hearing this. He once again witnessed the cruelty of this era.
"My dear brother, from now on you will know that these princes, generals and ministers do not need to do anything to kill people. As long as they give an order, countless people will lose their lives." Wei Tong sighed softly.
"Yes, brother, Song Xin knows. But I want to decide the head of Wei Xuan, an old thief!"
Wei Tong said: "Brother, please be patient for the time being. Wei Xuan was recommended by Master Cheng Yu. If you kill him, I'm afraid the nobles in Dongjun will cause trouble for you, and your family is also in Yanzhou. There's no guarantee that they won't." Take revenge on your clan. Consider this matter in the long run and don’t be rash."
Song Xin was silent for a moment and nodded. If he killed Wei Xuan rashly, I am afraid that not only the nobles of Dongjun would be in trouble for him, but even Wei Tong might be implicated. At this time, in Cao Cao's camp, the nobles in Yanzhou were obviously not as valued as the nobles in Yingchuan and Qiaopei, and there were also overt or covert struggles between them. Even Cheng Yu, the great counselor Cao Cao once relied on, was sent home to retire.
Song Xin gradually calmed down, and the feeling of powerlessness when she was wrapped in thick black oil was awakened deep in her memory again. So what if he is a practitioner? Not only is he restricted by divine punishment and luck, but there is also this ubiquitous network of relationships.
There are shackles everywhere in this world. It makes people unable to move, but they have to struggle to survive.
"Gather men together and cremate the soldiers who died in the battle. Those who are injured can be saved, save them. Those who cannot be saved...give them a good time..." Wei Tong ordered, looking at Xi The setting sun is like the bloody setting sun.
Is his magnificence embellished with the blood of countless soldiers?
"Chief, Feng Liu is dead..." Zhang Hu said sadly to Song Xin. He had already seen Song Xin's methods and did not dare to despise him anymore. At this time, he had already regarded this young man as a qualified of soldiers.
"One person each died among our team." Zhou Zhong and Liu Mu also said.
"Well, they are all warriors. Let's carry them outside and cremate them." Song Xin said calmly.
"Yes." More than a dozen people lifted the bodies of Feng Liu and three others and walked outside the camp. In the end, Feng Liu failed to get the reward and went home to marry a wife.
"Sir, do you want to go see it?"
"...I'm not going." Song Xin was silent for a moment before saying.
Zhang Hu said nothing, nodded and walked out.
Since coming out of the dark cell, he has watched such a funeral three times, and he doesn't want to watch it again, at least not now.
As Yu Ji said, isn't it also a dark prison outside? There are snakes, insects, rats, and ants in the dark cell, but outside, there are plots and traps to devour people.
"Maybe this is what Yu Ji said, practice...it's really cruel, the world is a dojo for practitioners..." Song Xin thought.
He seemed to understand why the ascetics should be restricted. For a monk with great power, a single spell can kill ten thousand people without blinking an eye or feeling any guilt. Because he is aloof, he cannot see the fear, restlessness, anger, sadness of these people before they die... In this way, the ascetics will not understand the hardships of mortals.
"Whether we are mortals or cultivators, we are all struggling to survive in the dark prison made up of heaven and earth." Song Xin was filled with emotion.
Ascetics are meant to do things that go against heaven, and they should know the struggle and hard work of all living beings in this world. Suppress the monks and force them to experience the hardships of mortals and the helplessness and despair of a helpless person when facing power, desire and butcher's knife. This is the best test for a cultivator’s state of mind. Hiding in the mountains without paying attention to worldly affairs, cultivating great powers but treating ordinary people as nothing but grass and killing them whenever you want, what kind of spiritual practice is this?
How is it different from the old world, the powerful people and capital that he hated, and those developed countries that bullied the people of weak countries? They all eat people without spitting out their bones! They can make up lies at will to invade a country, and then package themselves as righteous. Their politicians celebrated at clean banquets and welcomed the praises of the world. In another corner of the world, millions of people are displaced and their bodies are gone.
Haha, what a piece of justice.
The setting sun sets with the last trace of regret, and it becomes dark.
...
Outside the camp, a raging fire broke out.
"The dew on the leaves,
He Yixi,
Lu Xi will fall again in the Ming Dynasty,
When will a person return after death? "
This funeral poem again...
Song Ya sang this poem when Song Xin paid homage to those killed by demons for the first time.
Now I hear it again, but Song Ya can't sing it now.
The remaining soldiers were also singing along: "Lu Xi will fall again tomorrow. When will people return after death?" Many soldiers cried and sobbed. Among the dead were their brothers, close friends, and colleagues of many years.
Cao Cao lamented in his short song: "It's like the morning dew, it's going to be more bitter in the day." Human life is like dewdrops on the grass. When the sun rises, it will set and disappear forever. Song Ya also sang "Sunflower in the Garden" at that time. Because the identities of these dead people were not known at that time, they both sang together to show respect. Today, these are all soldiers, so they can only sing "The Dew on the Grass". Why, even when singing elegy after death, one has to differentiate between status differences...
The black smoke from the raging fire flew into the sky with the singing of everyone.
At night, Song Ya opened his eyes slightly and said, "Cousin..."
"Brother, are you awake?" Song Xin said happily.
Song Ya smiled and said, "It's a pity it's too late..." After saying that, he slowly released his palm, and inside was the pinched, deformed and blood-stained diamond talisman... Song Xin lowered his head in silence, tears dripping down his face. On Song Ya's face.
"Cousin, sleep well."
Song Ya closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep. The half-bone helped him protect his soul, but Song Ya was also contaminated with soul essence, and a serious illness was inevitable. What Song Ya will face next is probably a soul torture that is more terrifying than being injured.
