In the blink of an eye, the Northern Frontier Army had been stationed at the border for two years.
A hundred thousand soldiers set up camp by the river. After tonight, they would be able to return home in glory after another day's journey. The cultivators cooked, groomed the horses and washed their clothes. The water of the river sparkled under the setting sun, shining on the spiritual beasts lying by the river and the men bathing in the shallow water.
"Hey, scrub my back for me. We're going home tomorrow. I'm like a muddy monkey. My mother will scold me to death."
"Brother, help me shave my face later. I can't shave it myself."
A group of people laughed and laughed at each other by the shallow water. They couldn't hide the sweetness in their eyes.
The line in the hands of a loving mother, the dream lover, the return of a wandering son, those who should be filial, and those who should be married. Everyone had their own hopes.
In the entire army, Mo Xi was probably the only one who had no hopes.
His parents were dead, and he didn't have a wife. The entire Chong Hua Empire was looking forward to his return, but there was not a single candle left for him alone among the tens of thousands of homes.
Therefore, there was no warmth in his eyes, only the silent embers of the war of the past few years.
"Lord Xi He, you'll be able to see Princess Meng Ze again when we return to the city tomorrow." Yue Chenqing had just finished bathing and walked up from the river. When he saw Mo Xi, he smiled and said, "I wish you both a successful farewell —"
"If you want me to kick you back into the river, then continue."
Yue Chenqing shut up and bowed to Mo Xi sincerely. "… Marshal Mo, I think you'll probably become a Buddha in this lifetime."
Mo Xi ignored him and stood by the river, looking at the distant mountains.
He hadn't returned to his hometown for a thousand days and nights in the past two years. He really didn't know how Princess Meng Ze was doing recently.
And Gu Mang …
Mo Xi's eyes darkened slightly.
Two years ago, Gu Mang was sent back to the capital by the Wan Wu Kingdom as a peace offering. However, the moment he entered the city, he caused a commotion —
"Hahaha, as soon as the city gates opened and the escorting team came in, we were all dumbfounded when we saw what the famous Marshal Gu looked like."
"That's amazing! I'll never forget that scene! "
Mo Xi didn't know what kind of scene it was. He only knew that there seemed to be something wrong with Gu Mang's body.
But what exactly was "a little problematic" referring to?
Was he missing an arm or a leg? Was he blind or mute?
He didn't know.
With his identity and position, it was not appropriate for him to inquire about such matters. Moreover, he was usually too aloof, so the soldiers all revered him. As soon as he appeared, the cultivators who were still gossiping all shut their mouths and bowed to him very politely. "Marshal Mo."
Mo Xi didn't know what to say. He nodded, stood there for a while, and then walked away coldly.
Yue Chenqing had talked to him a few times. However, Yue Chenqing didn't know what to say. She said something different ten times. Mo Xi was also a quiet person. He never took the initiative to ask. So even now, he still didn't know what was going on with Gu Mang.
He only knew that Gu Mang wasn't dead.
That was enough.
At night, Mo Xi was alone in his tent. He couldn't sleep as he listened to the wind and the birds outside.
In the past, he had mostly been with Gu Mang. Even if they weren't together, Gu Mang would wait for him outside the city when he returned to court.
He couldn't stop thinking about the past. How did things end up like this today?
Now that he thought about it, everything had been foreshadowed.
When he first met Gu Mang, Gu Mang was still a slave. But this slave was ambitious.
Gu Mang had always wanted to do something big.
Unfortunately, in Jiuzhou, bloodlines were the most important. Although the old emperor pitied his talent and made an exception to give him the position of commander, after the old emperor passed away, the new emperor didn't care about Gu Mang, who was born as a 'bastard'.
He was jealous of him, doubted him, and stripped of his authority.
He even did something that Gu Mang couldn't tolerate anymore.
Mo Xi saw him fall into the abyss with his own eyes.
He used to persuade Gu Mang as a close friend. He also used to quarrel with Gu Mang as a colleague. At that time, they were both in the Military Council. Gu Mang was in low spirits and was always absent from work. When Mo Xi found him, he was listening to music and drinking wine in a brothel, resting on the soft thighs of a dancer. When he saw Mo Xi, he closed his starry eyes and looked over with a faint smile, saying, "Lord Xi He, you're here."
Mo Que was about to go mad with anger. He slammed the door to the side and strode into the room. Amidst everyone's cries of surprise, he slapped Gu Mang across the face and said, "Are you going to f * cking rot like this for the rest of your life?
Gu Mang was drunk. He laughed and hugged Mo Xi's neck, asking intimately, "Yes, Young Master Mo, do you want to rot with me?"
"Get lost!"
Gu Mang laughed.
He said, "It doesn't matter. In the end, you're a landowning household and I'm a slave.
I know you think I'm dirty.
I also know that no matter how hard the army under my command works, how much blood is spilled and how many people die, it's not worth mentioning in the eyes of the emperor. " "Who told us to be unworthy of cultivating? Although we were born lowly, we forced ourselves to do it."
Later, Gu Mang was sent out of the capital by the emperor, but he never came back.
People thought that he died in an accident. At that time, many girls who liked him cried for him.
But one day, a military report suddenly came from the front line, saying that Gu Mang was seen in the Burning Country's army.
Gu Mang had surrendered to the enemy.
The scandal spread like wildfire through Chong Hua. Everyone's anger was ignited. Only Mo Xi's heart was like ice.
He didn't believe it.
He never believed it. Until he saw it with his own eyes.
It was on the misty Dongting Lake, where water beasts were fighting. The Burning Country's tactics were so familiar that it broke his heart. He had seen this kind of evil and treacherous fighting style countless times.
In the sand table that Gu Mang had deduced in the past, in the glorious battles of the Tortoise Army.
Mo Xi told the general in charge of the battle that they had to retreat and stop fighting. Otherwise, the entire vanguard would be buried at the bottom of the lake.
"You're not Gu Mang's opponent."
The general didn't listen, "Who does Gu Mang think he is? He has the blood of a lowly slave. How can I, a pure-blooded God's descendant, lose to him?! "
The old aristocrat with a gray beard looked arrogant. He didn't take Gu Mang seriously.
So the fire of war burned.
The army that had been undefeated under Gu Mang's leadership was defeated for the first time in front of the Burning Country's warships. The spiritual boats exploded one by one. Water demon beasts rushed out from the bottom of the lake and killed the cultivators. The sky was red with fire. Blood covered the water.
Amidst the wails of defeat, Mo Xie rode on his sword and arrived at the main ship of Burning Country.
The fire was burning. Black smoke kept rising. The Burning Country was a country of Devil Cultivators. The cultivators' spells were vicious and fierce. Hundreds of them wanted to kill Mo Xi.
"Stop."
A familiar voice sounded. Inside the cabin of the ship, a figure slowly walked out from a dark corner.
He saw Gu Mang again.
Gu Mang's skin was darker than before. His body was stronger too. But his eyes were still black and bright, as if they could see through all the tricks in the world. His upper body was naked, and his thin waist was wrapped in bandages. A black overcoat was draped over his shoulders, and a blood-stained scarf was casually tied on his forehead. It was torn off from the head of a soldier from King Chong Hua's division who had sacrificed himself.
He leaned against the side of the ship casually. He squinted and looked forward. Then he smiled, "Lord Xi He, we haven't seen each other for a long time."
The stench of blood was stirred up.
Mo Xi finally saw the traitor with his own eyes. The traitor.
How could this be?
He used to think that the Burning Country was a country that only advocated war and violence. Gu Mang was pure and kind. Even if he left the Chong Hua, he should not go to the territory of the Burning Country.
But now …
He closed his eyes. His Adam's apple moved. After a while, he said, "Gu Mang …"
"Yes?"
Mo Xi's voice was low, but he tried to suppress his trembling. "… You've gotten yourself into this situation."
Gu Mang smiled in the fire. His black hair swayed slightly. He opened his palms in a flirtatious manner. "What's wrong with it?"
"…"
"I think it's good. The Burning Country is talented. Even if the Black Demon cultivators are not righteous, everyone is fair. "
As Gu Mang spoke, he pointed at the blue scarf on his forehead with a gold border.
"This is the scarf of a pure-blooded aristocrat. No matter how hard I tried in your country, no matter how many achievements I made. Because of my family background, I will never get it. … Do you know that kind of tiredness? "
Gu Mang smiled.
"I can't accept it."
Mo Xi said angrily, "That's a scarf that only the sons of heroes who sacrificed their ancestors can get. Take it off!"
Gu Mang stroked the bloodstained silk belt with interest. "Is that so? This was worn by a young Xiao Xiu. My subordinate cut off his head. I thought the scarf was exquisite and pretty. It was a pity to wear it on a dead person's head, so I took it to play with. What, do you want it too? "
He smiled evilly. "You should have one yourself. Why are you snatching it from me?"
Mo Xi was furious. He said sternly, "Take it off!"
Gu Mang said sweetly, but his tone was dangerous. "Lord Xi He, you entered the siege alone. Why are you not polite at all? Do you really think that I won't kill you because of our old friendship? "
He gathered the Stygian Demon Bayonet in his hand.
Gu Mang said, "Today, almost all of your country's vanguard troops have sunk at Dongting Lake. Mo Xi, although you are powerful, you are still a lieutenant general. You can't persuade your stupid old aristocrat. Now that so many people have died, he didn't come to beg for mercy. Instead, you came to take the risk. "
"…"
Gu Mang smiled. "Do you want to be buried with the Chong Hua soldiers who died in battle?"
Mo Xi didn't answer. After a moment of silence, he walked towards him.
"…"
His combat boots left mottled marks on the deck where the blood had not dried yet. Mo Xi finally opened his mouth. "Gu Mang. I know that the Chong Hua owes you. I also owe you. "
"You have done too much for me. Today, I won't fight with you."
Gu Mang sneered. "Why don't you try?"
"You asked me if I want to be buried with the soldiers who died in battle today. If I die, I can let you leave Liao Country. "He walked closer step by step." That's good. I'll give you my life. "
Gu Mang stopped laughing. He stared at him with his black eyes. "… I will really kill you."
"…" Mo Xi didn't say anything. He just glanced at the blood on Gu Mang's forehead. Then his eyes slowly moved down and fell on Gu Mang's face. "Then kill me. After that. Remember to turn back. "
This was the last time Mo Xi tried to save him.
The white eagle flew over the mast. The bayonet flashed.
There was a muffled sound.
Blood flowed from the wound.
The cold blade pierced through the heart. It suddenly tore!
"I said I would kill you."
The bayonet was still in Mo Xi's flesh. Gu Mang paused for a moment. Suddenly, he twisted his lips and sneered. "Who do you think you are? What right do you have to negotiate with me? Do you think I will feel guilty and turn back if you die? Don't be silly! "
He raised his neck and looked down. He sighed. "As a general, as a soldier, as a man, we can't be too sentimental."
As he spoke, he slowly bent down and knelt on one knee. One elbow rested on his knee. The other hand held the bayonet dripping with blood. He pulled it out.
Blood splattered everywhere!
Gu Mang pressed the bloody bayonet against Mo Xi's face.
"Don't think I don't know what you're planning. Lord Xi He, it's not that you don't want to fight with me. You know you have no chance of winning. That's why you're willing to bet your life on my conscience. "
His clothes were slowly stained red. At that moment, Mo Xi didn't feel any pain.
He only felt cold.
So cold …
He closed his eyes.
It's not like that.
If I could, I never wanted to fight with you.
Once, the light was given by you. The heat was given by you. All the hot blood in my heart was because of you.
Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today.
Gu Mang said indifferently, "I'm sorry to disappoint you."
"…"
"Mo Xi. If I were you, and I fell into a desperate situation today, I would rather bet that I could perish together with the enemy than be like you, naively persuading the enemy to turn back. "
"You and I are brothers. This is the last thing I can teach you."
Before Mo Xi lost consciousness, the last thing he remembered was a cultivator from Liao Country flying over on a sword. He shouted anxiously, "Commander Gu, there are reinforcements from the northeast. It's Meng Ze's army of medicine cultivators. Look —"
Before he could finish, Mo Xi couldn't hold on anymore. He suddenly leaned forward and fell on the blood-stained deck.
In this bloody battle, Chong Hua confirmed that the traitor Gu Mang had turned to Liao Country and was working for the darkest country in the Jiuzhou continent. The old commander made a mistake and the army suffered heavy losses. Less than a hundred of the ten thousand vanguards survived. Mo Xi was also in a coma for several days before he woke up.
Gu Mang stabbed him in the chest, but he didn't stop and turn back to be saved.
According to what Gu Mang said a long time ago before he left Yuncheng —
"Mo Xi, the way up has been blocked. I have nowhere to go. I can only go to hell."
After he finished, he asked the waiter for a jar of wine.
Gu Mang smiled and filled the cups. He gave one to himself and the other to Mo Xi.
"Dang!" The cups hit each other and the wine splashed. Gu Mang's eyes sparkled, "I'll buy you another drink. Your brother Gu Mang is going to be a bad guy from now on."
At that time, Mo Xi shook his head and thought that he was too indecent. He spoke as if he was joking.
He had known this brother for so many years. He was too soft-hearted and didn't even want to kill an ant. How could such a loyal person become a bad guy?
And the result? Red Child's men killed his comrades.
And Red Child himself almost killed him.
"Fortunately, Princess Meng Ze arrived in time to save you. That bayonet was dipped in demonic poison. I'm afraid it wouldn't work if you came any later. There will be a scar on your chest. You need to rest for the next few months … "
Mo Xi didn't listen to what the medicine practitioner said. He lowered his head and looked at the bandages wrapped around his chest. The rotten flesh had been dug out, but there was something else that was dug out from his chest together with the rotten flesh. It made him feel empty, painful, unwilling, and hateful.
Until later, Gu Mang's evil deeds were repaid and he was sent back to the old capital.
Mo Xi felt that the scar on his chest had finally stopped bleeding.
But it still hurt.
After so many years, on the eve of the Northern Frontier Army's return to the capital, Mo Xi, who couldn't sleep, sat alone in the tent. His fingers rested in front of his brow bone and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed his moist eyes.
He turned his face away. The dim candlelight flowed out from the gauze-covered lampstand and shone on his cold, angular side profile. He closed his eyes.
Gu Mang …
Gu Mang.
There was no doubt that he was a good minister, but he was also a traitor. He hated him to the core and knew that he was guilty.
But as his eyelashes trembled, he seemed to see Gu Mang from the school days. He was smiling, with a face that was both good and evil. When he was happy, he would show his canine teeth and his eyes were brighter than any stars he had ever seen. The sun was bright and the elder's words were tedious. Gu Mang, on the other hand, was bent over the table, secretly writing a self-written pornographic novel. He was very pleased that all the girls in the pornographic novel loved him.
At that time, they didn't know what kind of tomorrow they would have.
Mini theatre:
Gu Mang was confused: When can I stop living in dialogues/memories/lines?!
Mo Xi: When you're obedient.
Gu Mang was confused: I've always been f * cking obedient!
Mo Xi: Pay attention to your words.
Gu Mang was confused: I'm an army ruffian. If I don't say that, am I supposed to say that?
Mo Xi: If you're not obedient, I'll lock another chapter for you.
Gu Mang was confused: Big Brother, Boss, Master, Hubby, Your Majesty, Sweetheart, I'll call you whatever you want. We can talk about it …
Mo Xi: Okay. Then you call me a bed.
Gu Mang was confused:???
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