Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 998 A Pit 185 Meters Deep, A Beautiful Misunderstanding (3)
Those forbidden soldiers did not expect that they surrendered, but got a chance to survive.

But the corpses lying on the ground, including Deng Pengfei, had no choice but to go to see the King of Hades.

The reversal of life and death made those forbidden soldiers who were lucky enough to survive from the gate of hell stunned for a moment, as if they had received the amnesty order from the king of Hades, they had no hatred or hatred, and they could only be grateful to Xiao Qian, and could not help but kneel on the snow, He kowtowed heavily to him, thanked him very much, and called him a great man.

Mo Jiu looked at Xiao Qian's blood-spattered shoulder, frowned, and couldn't help admiring him.

Does this Xiao Liulang know how to serve others no matter what time he is?

Those grateful people had already forgotten their leader Deng Pengfei, but Xiao Qian obviously did not forget his own people.

He walked a few steps forward silently, his black soap boots stepped on the blood-soaked snow and stopped.

"Where is Chi Zhong? Where is it?"

Those who kowtowed became quiet, you looked at me and I looked at you, but no one answered.

Between heaven and earth, there is nothing but the howling of the cold wind.

After a while, a fearful voice from the imperial guards sounded, "Report, envoy Xiao, Deng Pengfei coaxed General Chi to write that letter to you, and then informed General Chi of the secret order of Lin'an, no, it was not the secret order of Lin'an, it was Deng Pengfei's plot...General Chi was unwilling to obey and dared not resist the order, and fifteen minutes before Xiao Shijun entered the city, he sighed a few words in the mansion that he was ashamed of the envoy's cultivation...then, he wiped his neck and killed himself."

Time seemed to be frozen, the crowd stood still, and all voices disappeared.

Xiao Qian's stern face was slightly pale.

He didn't move, didn't move a step, just stood there on the blood-stained snow.

But Mo Jiu clearly saw his shoulders swaying slightly, and the hand holding the sword tightened and tightened.

Chi Zhong, a strong man, he can fight down the city and kill the enemy, but he can't resist a will, and he can't surpass his own heart.

Mo Jiu's eye sockets became hot, and an unspeakable sadness floated in his heart.

It is said that "a man can do something and not do something", and Chi Zhong interpreted this sentence with his life.

But all his helplessness and regrets were left in that suicide note, "Chi Zhong is worthy of heaven and earth, worthy of his family and country. I hope His Majesty treats my wife, children, and parents well. Thank you!"

Xiao Qian slowly pulled out the long sword, the sharp edge slowly slid across his fingertips, bringing out a trace of bright blood foam, staining the sword, but he didn't feel any pain at all, he held the hilt tightly, his arm Trembling slightly, he was unstable for a long time. After a while, there was a sound of "clank", and the long sword fell to the ground and plunged deep into the snow. His light voice seemed to have no emotion, and was sent into the sky by the howling cold wind.

"Great burial to General Chi!"

People at that time believed that after death, there was an afterlife... But Mo Jiu knew that death was the end.

A living person fell into the ground and became a dead person. She didn't know whether she could be safe, but she knew that it wouldn't be long before he would be forgotten by everyone except his family and relatives.Even if Chi Zhong broke Bianjing city like this, causing the generals to subjugate the country, at most it is only a history book, for future generations to rack their brains... Those military achievements written in blood can't match the fleeting years, the land he wants to protect , will not remember him, everything will follow this long wind and disappear into nothingness.

But in the past, Mo Jiu couldn't understand such ignorance.

But it is not the person in the play, who will never understand the feelings of the people in the play.

The moment she heard Chi Zhong committing suicide, what she felt was the brilliance, not the contemptible human life.

(End of this chapter)