80. The wise general and the forest guard (Part 3)

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The forest guard didn't like Li Mo very much.

However, the forest guard also understood that the other party's view was probably the same as his own.

Thinking about it carefully, I have never hated such a young child so much.

Years ago when the mainland was still in civil strife, there were countless children in the army who were sent to the battlefield early like him, but no matter who they were, he would treat them as his own children.

He is the only exception.

The ranger still remembers the first time he met the other party.

He heard that there was a smart boy who had already led a small team at a young age. After a mission to lure the enemy, he temporarily merged with his own army to rest.

So, he struck up a conversation with the other party on a whim.

"Young man, I have about 4,000 surrendered troops here. To be honest, as a vanguard team, it is too heavy a burden to provide food rations for such a number of people. If it were you, what would you do?"

"Wouldn't it be better to kill them all?"

There was no hesitation in his answer, not even a flicker of his eyes.

Indeed, as he said, this is the most efficient and correct approach. When he leads the army in the future, he will definitely be an excellent leader.

but,

The forest guard didn't like his answer, the smell of blood and the lonely thought that only by cutting off benevolence and righteousness can great things be achieved.

What's more, such words came from such a young boy.

Neither the army nor the country is a machine that must be kept perfect. The mistakes and kindness in the eyes of people like them are indispensable strengths.

There is no future for the country that you risked your life to save in the hands of such people.

So the ranger and the boy got into a fight, or in other words, they decided it was a competition.

But in the end, it was the young man who won without a fight.

In a battle not long after, the forest guards were ambushed by the enemy, and only a few of the 3,000 men rushed back.

Although he was lucky enough to save his life, the injury left sequelae. He only had the thumb on his left hand to move up, and his neck could not turn to the right.

It's not a big problem as long as you get used to it, but no matter which one it is, it is fatal on the battlefield. He understands that he can no longer gallop on the battlefield like before.

Therefore, the ranger chose to retire.

Originally, he should have continued to stay in the military camp as a commander, but for some reason he had always felt quite tired recently. Maybe he shouldn't have talked to the child in the first place.

He's a really annoying guy.

Including the day he went to war.

At first he seemed to want to say something, but he didn't speak. It wasn't until the moment he was ambushed that he understood what he wanted to say at that time. Later, he heard him use this matter to make a fuss about it to dispel the thought in his mind. A commander who pretends to be arrogant but is very considerate of the soldiers.

Do you really want to...or can you really leave your future in the hands of such an impeccable person? Only after lying quietly on the hospital bed did he realize that he actually didn't know...

It's just unpleasant things.

But, that's all it has now.

On the day the ranger left, he saw the child's face in the farewell procession, but he was not moved. He just felt that he would never want to see that face again in his life, especially the pair of bright red eyes. Eye.

He wanted to repeat it again.

He didn't like the kid very much.

But when he saw him come back intact from the battlefield, the forest guard suddenly felt that maybe he didn't hate him so much.

Looking at Li Mo who was greedily chewing the canned fish he had reserved specially, he realized that the boy at that time had grown up remarkably. His figure was thin but upright, and his face had also been engraved with maturity. Everything was changing with time. changes with the passage of time.

Only those spotless pupils were still deeply red.