The world is so wild, I want to go to Kang Kang

Chapter 158 Female General (14)

As if sensing something, he raised his head before she let go.

She probably wanted to see what it would be like if she killed him with her own hands.

It was obviously very far away, she shouldn't be able to see clearly.

But those eyes crossed the long distance and appeared before her.

Compassion.

No hatred, no fear.

She seemed to be burned, and her hands trembled for a moment.

The first arrow missed the target by half a centimeter and penetrated the middle of the left heart, and the man fell down.

The second and third arrows lack the hesitation of the first arrow, and are more ruthless and crazy.

All of it penetrated the two people standing next to him and threatening her.

As if to vent his anger, it pierced through the heart, and there was no doubt that he would die.

Three arrows were shot, and the withered trees fell on both sides.

Because of the prolonged force on his hands, the blade string cut his fingertips, and bright red blood dripped down the crossbow.

It fell on the loess, stirred up a small circle of dust, and was instantly sucked dry.

Only dark marks are left, mottled like scars.

"kill--"

At the command, tens of thousands of soldiers behind him bravely rushed towards the Changlou Gate.

The momentum is like a unstoppable force, and no one can stop it.

Many years later, this overwhelming battle without any suspense was hailed as a turning point in the relationship between Da Shang and Wuqi.

The majestic ancient power of the Shang Dynasty once again spread throughout the four continents.

The business tent.

"General, we interrogated all the captured Wuqi soldiers, and they all said..."

Old Chang looked at Shi Yue who was standing silently and was very upset about the news he brought.

The general hadn't had a good sleep for three days, and his meals were hastily finished. He hadn't shown any sadness until now, and he was just hoping that if he couldn't find the body, maybe the person was not dead.

But he couldn't hide it.

"Everyone said that Master Yuan's body was thrown into the wolf's den."

Hearing this, Shi Yue clenched his hands behind his back and tightened them.

The knuckles were swollen, red and white, but there was no sign of loosening.

There is no whole body in death.

"Have you looked for it? Which wolf den is it? In the camp or in the mountains..."

Lao Chang shook his head.

The chaos on the battlefield is beyond imagination.

When the killing was going crazy, he couldn't even tell the difference between his comrades in the same trench.

What's worse, some people didn't realize until the end of the battle that they were missing a leg and an arm.

Not to mention that some people simply cannot accept the immoral nature of killing their own kind, and can no longer return to a normal, ordinary and peaceful life, so they choose to commit suicide to fight against this chaotic world.

The battlefield is like the Colosseum, it's either you die or I live.

So, no one could pay attention to a dead body that was of no use and threat.

Yuansheng just disappeared from the world like that.

Without a trace.

The day after losing him was no different to Shi Yue.

Every day, she opened her eyes, washed, ate, exercised, read, and slept... She did everything in a normal way. At first, others would occasionally cast sympathetic and unbearable expressions on her.

As time went by, I slowly accepted the reality.

The general probably didn't have any deep feelings for that person. When a person dies, it's like a light goes out, and even the deepest ties from the past will disappear with him.

Gao Ting was the first one to see the true feelings between Shi Yue and Yuan Sheng.

He had anticipated the decision that was bound to happen between the two, and of course he would not underestimate Shi Yue's sincerity like others did.

Finally, one day, he had something to discuss with Shi Yue. Before entering the tent, he remembered her previous dissatisfaction and had to ask for her permission first.

Yuansheng left their world, but he learned the differences between men and women.

I raised my hand to knock, but I seemed to hear faint sobbing coming from inside.

It didn't sound like the gentle crying sound of an ordinary woman, but more like sobbing.

It was as if it was covered in some cloth, secretly releasing its grievances.

The door was not closed tightly, leaving a gap that could be opened with a push.

The guards around should have been sent away by her.

After hesitating for a while, the hand pushing on the door could not exert any strength.

He was very afraid to face Shi Yue like this.

She was sad and he felt distressed.

She cried for another man, and he no longer felt the jealousy he had at the beginning.

Even in the midst of such sounds, he wished that the fragile man was not dead.

I would rather see her smile warmly to others than see her cry pitifully alone.

Still can't help it.

He pushed open the door and saw her kneeling on the ground, her weak back buried in a piece of red silk.

Shi Yue hadn't looked at his tent carefully for a long time.

But today, when I was looking through my clothes, I found a set of neatly folded wedding dresses in the suitcase.

When she took it out, she found that there was a veil on it that she had thrown somewhere randomly in a hurry.

If you look closely, the embroidery on the hijab seems to have changed.

Looking at the embroidery pattern on the collar of the wedding dress, it is obvious that it was made by the same person.

He must have taken it out and sewed it after she went to the battlefield.

He said at that time that if there was enough time, he would also embroider her veil with his own love.

His calloused hands gently touched it, and the stitches were so fine that it was obvious that he was embroidering very carefully.

Every stitch and every thread reflects his unexpressed love.

The surging sorrow that had been dull in my heart for a long time finally broke through the dam and poured out.

Finally, the young general, who had fought bravely on the battlefield, bent his back and slammed his knee heavily to the ground.

Yuansheng, I regret it.

Yuansheng, Yuansheng, Yuansheng...

She called out again and again, but no one responded to her gentle "General".

Until a big, broad hand fell on my shoulder.

Patting gently, it feels like an old friend from far away has returned.

She looked up with tears in her eyes and turned away, but all her expectations were dashed.

Meeting a pair of firm and stubborn eyes.

Not the familiar pair of gentle eyes.

The old friend never comes back.

Gao Ting did not miss the instant change in her eyes.

His eyes dimmed.

He pretended not to see it and continued to pat her on the back of the shoulder.

What is touched by the palm is just a flesh body.

It is not broad, not hard, not upright, and incredibly collapsed.

Put aside the majesty brought by armor and the innate wisdom and courage.

She is just a mortal.

And she was a woman not as tall as them.

"Shi Yue, you are not the only one who killed him," he spoke slowly, saying something shocking but true.

"Everyone present has his heart's blood on their hands."

"The Wuji people have it, I have it, the soldiers behind us have it, even the emperor, the prime minister, and even the confused people have it..."

He would not comfort her, tell her not to be sad, or help her avoid the truth, or attribute these things to the interests of the country.

He wanted to say that she killed him, but it was also they who killed him.

Everyone who lives and benefits from this battle is a participant in public murder.

In order to survive, for the existing morality, for revenge, for anything good, these are the reasons.

These are the reasons why he must die.

"But they all live well and have no guilt."

"You just happened to have a relationship with him. Why should you bear such heavy guilt?"