The national master lay in a pool of blood with a complicated expression. He was confused, desperate, and relieved. He could not change the fate of his own tribe, so he was no longer responsible.
"Perhaps Immortality has truly abandoned us a long time ago. If Chanyu did not die, how could he have made such a mistake? The Golden Tribe has lost, but do you really want to kill us? "
He looked at Yu Lian and said tiredly, "Ning Que and we have the City of Wei between us. What about you? The hatred between the tribe and the Desolate Man was a thousand years ago. "
Yu Lian did not say anything.
The national master panted and said, "Don't forget that you Desolate Man used to enslave us for countless years. I don't think we owe you anything. You have no reason to do this."
"We want this grassland."
"We can give it to you."
"You can't afford it … We want it, the wolves want it, Youngest Uncle's donkey and his horse want it, and the millions of slaves that Jun Mo will bring out from the underground … There are too many people who want it."
Yu Lian put her hands behind her back and looked at the grassland in the wind and snow. She thought of the Desolate Man's thousands of years of wandering. She said slowly without any extra emotion on her face.
"What about us?!"
The national master was agitated and said angrily, "The Abbey Dean wants Haotian Taoism to perish, but do we not have the right to live? Do we have to die?! "
Yu Lian looked back at him as if she was puzzled by his question. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Of course you have the right to live. Everyone is born equal. As long as you come to this world, you have the right to live. Since that is the case, of course the strongest will live … You grew up in the Wilderness, how can you not understand this? Have you ever seen a tiger or a wolf reasoning with a rabbit? If you don't want to be a rabbit, then learn to eat meat. "
This logic was very simple, very unreasonable, and very cold.
The national master was silent for a long time and then murmured, "But we don't have to kill all of us … right? Just like a thousand years ago, our tribe can continue to be the Desolate Man's slaves. "
He looked at Yu Lian with pleading eyes.
Yu Lian looked at Ning Que.
Ning Que did not say anything and just looked into the wind and snow.
"Our teacher taught us that slavery is a very wrong thing. It is wrong to enslave anyone, including aliens. So the Desolate Man will not keep you as slaves."
Yu Lian said, "Then, I'll have to kill all of you."
The Nation Master's last hope was shattered. He shook his head with a bitter smile and said, "If the Headmaster knew that his student had twisted his words like this, would he die of anger?"
Yu Lian looked up at the sky and remained silent for a long time. Then, she said expressionlessly, "He's already dead. If what we do can make him return to the human world out of anger, then we can do anything."
Ning Que also looked up at the sky. There were falling snow and dark clouds, but there was no moon. However, he still looked up at the sky with his Senior Sister. Then he remembered that he seemed to have said something similar.
The disciples of the Academy really hated their irresponsible teacher. Hate was not accurate, it should be said that they were annoyed, not annoyed, but annoyed. Ning Que and Yu Lian were the most annoyed.
All these years, Jun Mo had been fighting against the Buddhism Sect in the Western Wilderness, and Eldest Brother had not been involved in the affairs of the Academy. In fact, Yu Lian and Ning Que had been handling the affairs of the Academy. This was definitely not what the enemies of the Academy wanted to see.
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The spring breeze blew, and the smell of blood gradually dissipated. The stream dozens of miles away in the west had already dried up, and the Little Oasis had also disappeared with the wind. No one knew where it had gone. The Blood Sacrificing Array had become a ruin made of the broken walls of the carriage. Countless ghastly human bones had been purified by Haotian's Divine Flame. The Nation Master finally closed his eyes.
Yu Lian looked at Ning Que and said, "I'm going to recuperate. The rest is up to you."
In the previous battle, she had fought against the killing souls of the entire Golden Tribe Royal Court alone. Although she had Ning Que's help, she still suffered an unimaginable impact. Even if she won, she had paid a great price.
Ning Que thought of the most troublesome part of the plan and said, "I'll wait for you at Peach Mountain."
Yu Lian turned around and walked into the depths of the grassland. Suddenly, she thought of something and stopped. She asked, "When I was floating in the air, did you keep looking up at my skirt?"
Ning Que answered with a smile, "Senior Sister, you did a good job."
Yu Lian did not bother to answer him. She shook her body and disappeared into the depths of the grassland.
Ning Que shook his head and put his iron cutlass back into the sheath. Hearing the dense hoofbeats behind him, he turned around and saw the smoke and dust around the City of Wei. Xu Chi led the cavalrymen of the Northern Battlefront Army to kill all the grassland cavalrymen who were left behind to intercept them. They had started to chase the fleeing Golden Tribe Royal Court.
With hundreds of Snowfield Direwolves leading the cavalrymen of the Northern Battlefront Army, Ning Que was not worried at all even though Tang was pinned down in the Eastern Wilderness by Long Qing and the cavalrymen of the Divine Halls of West-Hill. The Golden Tribe Royal Court was already at its end.
The smoke and dust were flying in the wilderness to the north of the City of Wei. The hoofbeats were resounding. Thousands of cavalrymen of the Tang Empire chased deep into the grassland to bury Chanyu.
Ning Que watched the scene quietly until the wilderness became quiet again. Then he turned around and walked toward the City of Wei.
The snow had stopped and the dark clouds were gradually dispersing. The spring sunshine on the grassland was very bright. The old yellow city actually had a fresh smell. Maybe it was because of the hundreds of weeds growing in the mud wall in front of the city gate.
Those stubborn weeds were the biggest enemy of the rammed mud wall. It was strange that no matter what was mixed in the mud, no matter how hard it was hammered, those weeds could not be stopped from taking root and sprouting again.
Ning Que remembered clearly that when he was in the City of Wei, all the soldiers and civilians in the city would go around to remove weeds under the leadership of General Ma to prevent the city wall from being damaged.
The City of Wei had been in the hands of the grassland barbarians these years. They did not care about the city wall being damaged. After a few years, those weeds came back to life, as if they were laughing at the futile work of the Tangs.
The blood in the city had been gradually absorbed by the yellow sand. The grassland barbarians' corpses and collapsed buildings were everywhere. The Tang Army in charge of logistics was cleaning the battlefield. No one noticed Ning Que.
He walked through the old city and looked at the familiar streets and buildings. He thought of the familiar people and things. It was as if he could still smell the smell of wine and roasted chicken. He did not enter the tavern, nor did he enter General Ma's house. He did not enter any other place because he knew that those places had long since been deserted.
The small courtyard beside the stream in the remote part of the city was still there. It was his and Sangsang's small courtyard.
There was a hunting knife sticking out of the wall of the small courtyard. It was the one he did not take away. He looked at the hunting knife and was silent for a while. Then he pushed the door and walked into the room. Looking at the bedding left by the grassland barbarians, he frowned in disgust and threw all those things on the ground in the courtyard, ready to burn them later.
He found the bamboo chair and moved it to the field. He lay down and closed his eyes.
The bright sunlight stung his eyes through his eyelids. He felt a little sore, so he closed his eyes tighter and lay in silence until he was about to fall asleep.
After a long time, he woke up. He opened his eyes and looked at the familiar small courtyard where he had lived for many years. He stretched out his hand in the air as he had done in the past.
Unfortunately, there was no teapot.
Just like now, when he raised his face, there would not be a warm wet towel placed on it. If he said it was hot, there would not be a pair of cold, white feet in his arms. If he said he was hungry, there would not be a bowl of noodles with fried eggs.
The City of Wei was still there. The tavern was still there. The small courtyard was still there. The brick bed was still there. The box on the opposite side of the brick bed was still there. The courtyard wall was still there. The hunting knife hidden in the wall was still there. The silver notes were still in his arms.
But she was no longer here. Everyone was no longer here. She was no longer here.
Ning Que lay on the bamboo chair and looked at the blue sky. He was thinking about many things.
Before he left the City of Wei, he told General Ma, "Don't grow old and don't die. Wait for me to show my filial piety." When he left the City of Wei, he told all the men in the city that if he could not make a name for himself, he would not come back. Now he had reached the top position in the world. He finally had the face to come back, but it was too late.
The war between the Golden Tribe Royal Court and the Tang Empire was destined to change the situation of the world. But for him, this war was actually another thing. It had nothing to do with the world. It was only related to the City of Wei.
He wanted to take back the City of Wei. He wanted to avenge the City of Wei. At the same time, he wanted to find someone in the City of Wei.
Time passed slowly on the bamboo chair. Several days later.
The sound of hooves came from the stream opposite the small courtyard. It gradually slowed down, followed by the sound of a password.
Situ Yilan nodded slightly and responded to the salute of the Tang army. She walked to the tent opposite the small courtyard and handed the horse to a soldier. Then she looked at the small courtyard and asked, "What did he say?"
A General shook his head and said, "He insisted."
After a moment of silence, Situ Yilan asked, "How many captives?"
The General said, "There are some small battles around the Seven Stockaded Villages. But the situation is basically under control. If you include the slaves, women and children, there are at least more than 400,000 people …"
Situ Yilan slightly raised her eyebrows and said, "Even so, he still insisted?"
The General did not say anything. It seemed that he did not have much opinion on the insistence of the people in the courtyard.
Situ Yilan looked at the small courtyard not far away. After a moment of silence, she walked over.
"This is a massacre."
She looked at Ning Que on the bamboo chair and said. She was calm, but her voice was slightly trembling.
Ning Que opened his eyes and looked at her. He said, "You have been in the army for many years. Haven't you seen a massacre?"
Situ Yilan was silent for a long time and said, "According to the rule, as long as the woman is not dead, she will not die … Even the most barbaric tribe on the grassland will do the same."
"This is the courtyard where she and I lived many years ago. We have lived here for many years."
Ning Que stood up from the bamboo chair and pointed to the small courtyard. Then he motioned her to follow him out of the courtyard and walked to the street in the city. He began to introduce to her every brick, stone, grass and wood in the City of Wei.
"The people in this city are all people I know. They all died that year. The grassland people broke through the city gate and broke into the city. They held machetes and killed anyone they saw. At that time, did they distinguish between men and women and tall or short?"
Walking out of the city gate, he stood on the meadow and looked at the glaring weeds on the mud wall of the City of Wei. He shook his head and said, "I don't want this kind of thing to strengthen my determination and convince you and other Tang generals. I just want to tell you where my determination comes from. No one can stop me from taking revenge."
Situ Yilan followed his eyes and looked at the City of Wei. Thinking of her comrades and clansmen who died in the frontier fortress these years, she struggled and said hesitantly, "But the Academy … doesn't teach like this."
"As I said, no one can stop my revenge, even if the Headmaster of Academy comes back." Ning Que looked at the bright moon that had just appeared in the depth of the sunset and said after a long time of silence.
Finally, he pointed to the dozens of weeds on the wall of the City of Wei and said, "Maybe this is a serious sin, but I don't care. I only know that we must remove the roots when we cut the weeds. Otherwise, we will be in trouble."
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A few days later, the whole grassland was soaked with the blood of the grassland people.
In this war, the Tang people who won firmly carried out Ning Que's will just like they did outside Guhe. They did not leave any captives and naturally did not leave any trouble.
But the machetes of the Tang army became a little blunt.
Ning Que and Situ Yilan came to the meadow outside the City of Wei again.
The Tang army gathered in the wilderness looked at the two figures on the meadow with complicated emotions in their eyes.
Those emotions were fanatical worship, but also cold awe.
As a fierce army, the tens of thousands of cavalrymen outside the City of Wei had killed many people. They had also seen the horrible scene of the so-called massacre on the grassland. But they had never seen people kill like this.
The whole grassland seemed to be watered by blood. There was a pungent smell of blood everywhere. The mosquitoes and flies smelled the smell and made a numbing buzzing sound.
If not for the Tactical Array Master, the Tang army would not be able to stay here.
However, the tactical array could keep the mosquitoes and flies away and dilute the smell of blood, but it could not block the sight.
Dozens of miles north of the City of Wei, on the flat wilderness, there was a hill. Because it was too far away, they could not see clearly. The hill was shining in the morning light.
The Tang army all knew what that hill was.
Every time they looked at the hill, they would feel a little cold.
That was a hill piled up with the heads of the grassland people.
Ning Que stood on the meadow and looked at the hill of human heads in the distance. He looked very calm. There was no fear, no fear, and no abnormal fanaticism. For him, it was just something that he had to do.
"My nickname in the grassland was the wood-chopper of Shubi Lake."
He looked at the vast wilderness and said slowly, "Both the Horse Gang and the cavalrymen of the palace were afraid of my cavalry team. Because … I can really kill people."
Situ Yilan did not say anything. These days, she was a little numb.
Ning Que continued, "When I was in Chang 'an, I told others that the world did not have many opportunities to see me kill people in the past, but there will be many opportunities in the future."
Situ Yilan looked at his profile and said, "I hope there will never be such an opportunity in the future."
Ning Que thought for a while and said, "I hope so too. But it depends on whether the world can cooperate."
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