Chapter 13 fourth quarter

Thousands of people gathered in front of the golden tent, waiting for the results of the nobles' discussions. After several decades, the Qingyang Department resumed the system of "five elders discussing politics". The previous time was when King Chindahan was in power. Only on extremely special occasions, when the maharaja is unable to govern, will the great nobles hold a meeting to discuss countermeasures.The "five elders discussing politics" during King Chindahan's time was because the lord of the grassland was still young at that time, but this time, it was because the maharaja himself was the one who was going to be judged.

King Chindahan’s grandson Bimogan Pasur, just over a year after he ascended the throne, was found to have colluded with Shuobei’s letters, revealing his murder of his uncle, forcing his father to death, and seizing the throne of the Maharaja offense.He also betrayed the military situation of the Qingyang Department to the demons in the north of Shuo, so countless Qingyang men were buried outside the city, including General Muli who was loyal to him. The entire northern capital was outraged by this, and these days, almost every family, from nobles to slaves, had someone die on the battlefield outside the northern capital.The Maharaja insisted on leaving the city again and again to fight against Shuobei, and the losses became more and more heavy each time. Now people finally know the reason.All the nobles in the Qingyang tribe silently accepted the majesty's fleeing vehicle and the letters written on parchment, and the majesty's biggest supporter, the Nine Kings Eru Pasur, He couldn't get out of his tent after the last battle, this Qingyang's divine bow was broken, and he couldn't shoot deadly arrows anymore.

Qingyang was about to die, at the hands of his own master.This will be a laughing stock that has never been seen on the grasslands of Hanzhou, and it will shame the men of Qingyang even though they are dead. The curtain of the golden tent was slammed open, and Eridun Dalai Heludin, the head of the noble family second only to the Pasur family in the Qingyang Department, came out with no expression on his young face.Following behind him was Xudahan Pasur, the representative of the Pasur family, and the Patriarchs of the Orchijin and Tokele families. Now these four families jointly determine the future of the northern capital.

Eridun Dalai stood still in front of the little nobles and their servants in front of the golden tent, cleared his throat, "The traitor in Qingyang, Bimogan Pasur, the evidence of his rebellion is undeniable, he is the one who killed The good boy of Qingyang and my father died." The corners of his eyes twitched, his face became ferocious, "We have decided that he should be punished!" Nang Xing, this ancient name made everyone silent for a moment, and then an angry person pulled out the small saber on his chest, "He deserves it!" The anger spread rapidly among the crowd, and more small sabers were pulled out, polished to a bright spot on the boots, and they were held up high for a false slash, intending to slash the sinner who had betrayed his relatives and clan.

With the sword shining against the sun, Xu Dahan was silent and let out a long breath. Mrs. Ying walked into the tent with a bowl of noodles, sat on the side of the bed, and touched A Sule's forehead.There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and Asule still closed his eyes tightly. She sighed softly, every time she returned from the battlefield, this young man would fall asleep for a long time, and it was definitely not because of his injuries.She knew what was the reason, the bronze blood was gradually eroding his body, he became stronger, but he was never far away from death.

She turned around, added new charcoal to the charcoal basin, and when she turned back, she shivered slightly. Asule has already woken up, opened his eyes and looked up, at the small brass bell under the colorful rubbing rope.His face was dull and lifeless, and his pupils were like two black coal nuclei. "A Sule, you're awake," Mrs. Ying gently stroked his forehead, "This time it's another seven days, your body is really worrying." "I woke up yesterday. At that time, Mom, you were not there, and I fell asleep again. I was very tired and didn't want to wake up." Asule said in a low voice.

"Don't think about it, the victory or defeat on the battlefield cannot be reversed by you alone, we all know that you have tried your best." Mrs. Ying sighed, "When you get up to eat a bowl of noodles, you don't even know that you are so hungry that you can lose your shape Now, these days I only feed you some goat milk for a living." She supported Asule to sit up, and handed the noodle bowl to him. Spicy stewed mutton was covered on the hand-rolled wide noodles, poured with sesame oil mixed with chili, a layer of bright red. Facing that heroic and kind face, Asule couldn't think of a reason to refuse, smiled reluctantly, and reached out to take the bowl that Mrs. Ying handed over.The fragrance of mutton and the fragrance of buckwheat noodles are mixed together, and Mrs. Ying's craftsmanship always whets his appetite.But this time was different, the strong smell of meat made him uncontrollably terrified, his stomach churned, he vomited it out with a wow, and spit out a mouthful of sour and bitter water into the bowl.

"Mum... I'm sorry..." He looked at the bowl of noodles, then at Mrs. Ying, and slowly lowered his eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry, it's just a bowl of noodles. Don't eat such greasy food before your body recovers. I'll make some porridge for you." Mrs. Ying said. "I don't want to eat yet, Mom, I'll sleep for a while." Asule said. "Alright," Mrs. Ying smiled faintly, "Then I'll go out first, and you can sleep well." Asule slowly lay flat on the bed, still looking at the small brass bell.He didn't dare to tell Mrs. Ying why he was vomiting, because he just woke up from a dream, the world was black as far as the eye could see, and the strong smell of blood permeated every corner. Every time the smell of blood hits his face, he is excited. He greedily licks the blood splashed to his mouth, enjoying the smell, expecting it to be stronger.He wants blood, more blood...

He looked at Mrs. Ying's back, "Mum, how's it going outside these days?" Mrs. Ying smiled, "It's okay, all the flowers are back... But the loss is very heavy. The majesty and several nobles discuss what to do every day, but there is no result until now. But these are not Da Nayan's fault , Danayan’s 11,000 people also killed tens of thousands of Shuobei people, and everyone in the city knows that Danayan is a great man.” "I killed those people." Asule said in his heart. Tens of thousands of Qingyang people and tens of thousands of Shuobei people died on the battlefield because of him, but nothing changed, because his fighting only shed tens of thousands more blood.He is too weak, he has spoken bold words, but he has no ability to do it, he did not learn the Broken Arrow Formation, did not keep the secret of the time to send troops, and failed to defeat the Chenyue priest in time, it is too late to regret it too late.

"The majesty hasn't come... is he blaming me?" Asule asked. "It's nothing, the majesty is fine, it's nothing, the majesty is just discussing with the nobles, he's too busy." Mrs. Ying said hurriedly. Her expression made Asule's heart tremble.He was very thoughtful, and when Mrs. Ying told him about the wooden plow last time, she had the same look on her face. "Brother... are you blaming me?" He couldn't help but say it. Mrs. Ying was stunned for a long time, and gently stroked Asule's forehead, "How could it be? Think about it, your brother, Bi Mogan, loves you very much."

A Sule stopped talking, thinking silently of Bi Mogan's eyes when he awarded him 10,000 Flying Barracks Cavalry, he didn't know how to meet his brother, what else could he say when he saw those eyes again. "Who dares to trespass?" Bazaar's angry voice came from outside the tent. "The result of the trial of the traitor Bimogan by the 'Five Elders' Council' should be known to every noble in the northern capital!" A cold voice came. No one spoke anymore, replaced by the sound of a long knife being unsheathed, it was obvious that Bazaar had drawn his knife to face that person. Asule jumped out of bed and rushed out of the tent before Mrs. Yingshi stopped her.Standing in the snow was a warrior of Wo Chijin's family, with a cowhide command flag stuck behind his back, originally it was a mark of someone who spoke on behalf of the majesty, he and Baza had their knives half a foot out of their sheaths, and looked at each other There was a murderous look in his eyes. "Master?" Seeing Asule, Bazaar was taken aback. This momentary trance gave the warrior of Wu Chijin's family the upper hand, he drew his sword and pressed it against Bazaar's throat, and rushed forward.Bazaar had no choice, and quickly backed away, being forced to lean his back against the horse haystack. The warriors of Wu Chijin's family glanced at Asule and Mrs. Ying who rushed out of the tent, took off the cowhide order flag behind them with one hand, and recited word by word, "The order of the 'Five Elders' Political Council, Bimogan Pasu You betrayed the heroic spirits of your ancestors, colluded with Shuobei, assassinated your uncle, threatened your father, and stole the throne of the Maharaja, and you will be sentenced to death today!" Bag punishment!Hearing this name, the faces of Asule, Baza and Mrs. Ying all turned pale. "Throw down your knife, or your head will be cut off!" A long knife pointed directly at the back of the Wuchijin warrior's neck.The one holding the knife is Balu, who came after hearing the sound. "Master! Master!" Bazaar shouted. Balu was still in a daze, but Baza grabbed the back of the Wuchijin warrior's sword, snatched the sword away, and hit the warrior on the cheek with his elbow, knocking him over in the snow. "What's the use of beating this man?" Bazah pushed Balu's head, "Master...Master ran out!" Balu felt a chill in his heart, he pushed the bazaar to look behind him, and saw Asule staggering and running in the snow with only a silk nightgown on his back.Mrs. Ying was also stunned, and chased after her. Baru was so anxious that he stomped hard on the Wu Chijin family warrior, "It should have killed you with one blow!" Asule ran wildly in the snow, the streets of the northern capital were only so crowded during festivals, and all these people gathered towards the golden tent. Asule chased the flow of people, surpassing one person after another.The sound of Kui's drum sounded in the distance, and the sound became heavier and heavier, and the drum beats became more and more dense. It was the sound of the drum that was about to execute Bimogan, and every beat seemed to hit his heart.He felt that he was going to die of exhaustion, and he didn't know if he could only face a dead body when he ran.But he didn't dare to stop, he breathed in the cold air heavily, and supported himself with that coldness. He didn't know what happened, the world seemed to be turned upside down while he was sleeping.He couldn't believe that Bimogan could be that traitor, that was his elder brother, that was Suma's husband, that man who swore to defend the dignity of the Pasur family, and was happily waiting for the birth of his son. How could he be a traitor?That man who can't be called brave, he loves his wife so much, how dare he bet his future and his wife's future to be a traitor? He is the one who sits on the golden throne!He is the noble Maharaja of the Qingyang Department! There must be something wrong, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this!A voice in Asule's heart shouted. Bimo is dead, what should Suma do?He didn't dare to think about the result. The sound of Kui's drum became more and more urgent, and Asule felt that his lungs were about to burst. Bimogan was shrouded in darkness.He knew that he was going to die, and the drumming outside proclaimed that he was running out of life. He knew it was a total conspiracy, but even if he shouted loudly now, no one would believe him.He was too stupid, he only thought about himself and his wife, and didn't pay attention to guarding against those nobles.He regretted that his friend Luo Ziyan once held his hand tightly when we parted for the last time and reminded him that there are no eternal friends or enemies in this world. Instead of guarding against enemies, it is better to spend more time on guarding against friends. Because betrayal by a friend is even more dangerous.He knew who Luo Ziyan was implying, but he was just making a joke, saying that what he should be most wary of was Luo Ziyan. Luo Ziyan left with a wry smile. The man from Donglu is a trustworthy good friend, maybe he will betray him one day in the future, but he has no chance, because Bi Mogan is about to die. Luo Ziyan said that he would come back when the snow turns into spring, but Bi Mogan hoped that he would not come back again. If Luo Ziyan really came back, he would find that the northern capital had changed. He finally understood why his father was always hesitant to pass on the position of Maharaja to him.In fact, my father has always hoped that he would be stronger, more cunning, more alert, and more vicious. Only such a person can shoulder the responsibility of being the master of the capital.But he ignored the scolding in his father's eyes, he was too conceited, he felt that he had enough courage, and he also knew how to control the Donglu people, so he believed that he could be a better maharaja than his father. His father was still waiting for him to grow up until he was dying, right?But his father didn't wait, so he could only pass the city to him in a hurry. He wondered what had become of Benzaret.Before he was pierced through the shoulder by a feathered arrow and passed out, the one-armed Banzalie stood up with the arrow wound on his leg, took off a shield from the back of a dead horse, and blocked it. before.Afterwards, another feathered arrow hit Banzalie's leg. He could only kneel on the ground with one hand and clasp the edge of the shield with one hand to make it stand up. He didn't know what happened to Asule either.Only at this time did he regret it. He should have gone to see the fainted brother earlier. Although he failed to bring victory, this gentle child finally succumbed to his crazy blood roaring and killing on the battlefield.He has done his best. He tried to think more, because he was dying, his soul was going to go, and his memory was not going to hold. He just didn't dare to think about Suma, he heard the sound of banging on the door outside the city gate.He knew it was Suma, but how could that little woman open the gate of Beidu?Why couldn't she listen to herself just once?She should have gone, with their children.I have listened to her so many times, but she refused to listen to me the last time... Could she not let go of herself?If you really can't bear it, why didn't you tell him earlier?When he was walking slowly behind the carriage, he wished that Suma could jump off the carriage and run towards him.He didn't dare to send the carriage to the city gate, because he didn't know how to say goodbye, and he was afraid that he would cry like a woman in front of Benzaret. There is still a knot in his heart all the time, he feels that he loves Suma far more than Suma loves him.But such an unfair marriage, he was reluctant.When Suma was indifferent and obedient, he wanted to favor more women countless times to take revenge on her, but he didn't, because he thought that even then Suma would still serve him calmly, without any dust in his heart . He wanted to gulp for breath, but the horseskin that covered him was airtight.He longed for half a day to think about his life when the drums stopped. The crowd of onlookers also fell silent at the same time, and they held their breath in unison. The war horse carrying the horse skin bag galloped into the middle of the snow in front of the golden tent, untied the leather rope, and threw the horse skin bag into the snow.The wizard with the horned crown over there sang a speech, and the eight warriors let go of the reins of their horses.Eight war horses galloped side by side, leaving marks on the snow like an eight-toothed comb. For the first time, they avoided the leather bag on the snow.The second time one of the horses stepped on it, the leather bag twitched violently, arching up like a dried shrimp, but there was no sound, the sinner inside had been gagged to death. This is the pouch punishment that used to be prevalent on the grasslands. If people in high positions committed treason, they would be put into leather pouches sewn from horse hide, trampled to death with fierce horses in turn.This is one of the cruelest punishments. People in leather bags can't make a sound, and all they see is darkness. They never know when a horse's hoof will step on them, and they can only wait for death.The warriors on horseback will carefully control the rhythm. At first, they just order the horses to kick with iron-handed hooves, which will only break the sinner's bones and make them miserable. Gradually, they will order the horses to kick Step on it, which will destroy the back and internal organs of the sinner, and finally, they will run back and forth and trample on it in turn.The entire execution process will last for a long time, and when the leather bag is opened, there are some unrecognizable bone residues and blurred flesh and blood inside. Another horse's iron hoof kicked the leather bag hard, kicking it to roll in the snow, the original color of the leather bag was smeared with blood, and no one knew which bone of the sinner It broke, but a burst of cheers erupted from the crowd.They could imagine the sufferings of the sinner, to pay for the lives of their dead relatives. The war horses formed a circle around the leather bag, and they kicked the leather bag in turn, just like people in the Eastern Land playing Cuju. All the people in the leather bag can do is to roll in the snow to dodge.But he couldn't see it, he just relied on a survival instinct, and he couldn't avoid it. There was a horse waiting in every direction. People watching his struggles are seeing a man who used to be aloof and superior to become worse than a slave.All his struggles are pointless, like a mouse in a cat's paw.He struggled, but it only made the onlookers feel more joy of teasing and revenge. A figure in white fox fur rushed into the execution ground recklessly. She threw herself on the leather bag, making babbling sounds and sobbing in grief. The executioners dodged in surprise.They recognized that woman as the former Da Yan family, the criminal's wife, but she was not on the execution list, and the warriors didn't know what to do, so they could only ask the owner of the Wu Chijin family in the execution ground with their eyes.Most of the onlookers did not have the opportunity to see the noble Maharaja's wife so closely, and they all looked at her with scrutiny. This former slave girl was rumored to be more beautiful than all women in the world. The Maharaja seemed to lose his soul in front of her. Yes, so he snatched it from his younger brother at all costs.The men secretly discussed this Maharaja's woman after drinking, with admiration, but now they are disappointed, it is indeed a beautiful woman, but not charming, she is still a child face, pale, thin The girl with her bulging belly doesn't match her childlike appearance. "You bastard! Didn't you say you want to make her look good?" The master of the Tokele family said displeasedly. "Isn't that good?" Xu Dahan said quietly, "Hearing her cry, the pain will be ten times worse than Mogan's death?" He looked up at the sky and sighed deeply, "Man In life, the greatest sorrow is that the things you tried your best to do are not done, and the person you desperately want to protect dies. What do you Patriarchs think?" "I think we should be more merciful," said the master of Wu Chijin's family, showing a faint and kind smile, "Bimogan was our past master, let him die with his wife as he wished." He gave orders to the executioner with his eyes. The leading execution samurai no longer hesitates, he wants to set an example for others with his own actions.He yanked the reins, and the horseman stood up, and stepped down on the woman with a child's face. "No!" Asule roared, pushed away the people who stood in front of him, and ran towards the center of the execution ground. He came too late, too late. When he was in the middle of the execution ground, Ji Ye was waiting at the edge of the execution ground with twelve long knives to save him.When Bimogan was thrown in the middle of the execution ground, he was still running panting on the road.Did Bimogan also expect someone to appear suddenly to save him at the last moment?But no, Bimogan Pasur, who was once a maharaja, was once surrounded by so many people, but he died so lonely.Only the woman he had always loved but was afraid of losing fell on him, crying helplessly. It has never been like this, Asule's heart is filled with deep-seated hatred, as if a beast with sharp teeth roared there.He hated himself for not bringing Yingyue out, if so, he would have swung his knife and killed all eight people in front of him.right!All killed!They should die!Damn it all! But he didn't even have time to pounce on Suma and pull Suma away from the horse's hooves.In his heart he yearned to see Suma again, but he didn't dare. He was about to see her now, but she was about to die. At the last moment, the leather bag jumped up and hugged Suma, turned around and pressed her into the snow.The horse's hoof fell on the leather bag, and Suma heard the sound of bones cracking inside, which was clear and cruel.Bimogan in the dark felt his lower body completely lost consciousness, and the severe pain seemed to tear him apart.His spine is broken.He could only hug the person in his arms tightly, and he wanted to get close to her to smell the familiar smell, but he could only smell the strong smell of leather.Only the tenderness of that embrace let him know that he is still alive, it is his only salvation in this hell, it is his only medicine, which can cure his pain and despair. Another horse stood up. Asule roared like a dying beast, he jumped up, and slammed into the side of the horse with all his strength.The huge force caused the horse to fall to the ground, and at that moment, Asule pulled out the long knife from the saddle.He picked up Suma with one hand and threw it far away, then hugged the leather bag tightly and wanted to rush out.But he couldn't catch his breath, and he fell to his knees in the snow.The warriors on the remaining seven horses drew their swords together, but they were not in a hurry to attack, but ordered the horses to raise their front hooves to intimidate.The iron palms of the fourteen horseshoes were polished by the snow, and they flashed in front of Asule. He fell down in the snow, swung his knife indiscriminately, and burst into tears.He didn't think about coming to rescue people, nor did he think about running away. He didn't know where he could escape to, and no one in this world would come to save him. He wanted to cry and call out the names of Ji Ye and Yu Ran , but one of them is on Donglu and the other is in Ningzhou.He felt that he was going crazy, and he really couldn't escape. This world was a boundless execution ground, where everyone was brought up for execution. But why?Why? "It's so pitiful." Xu Dahan looked at Asule, who was in the middle of the horse with disheveled hair, like a little beast cornered by hounds, waving his paws helplessly, and turned his head to look around. "Third Prince, do you feel sorry for the weak?" the master of Wu Chijin said lightly. Xu Dahan smiled indifferently and did not answer. Balu and Bazaar had just arrived and were stunned by the scene before them. "Brother!" Baza just wanted to stop him, but Balu had already drawn his knife and charged straight in.Without hesitation, he stepped forward and slashed at the neck of one of the war horses.The samurai on horseback struck with the back of his sword, and Balu got a gap, and stretched out his hand to grab Asule out from the horse's hooves. "Damn it! I can't control it!" Baza also drew his knife.He couldn't watch his elder brother fight seven people alone. Their brothers had been one body since childhood. Balu and Baza blocked the two sides of Asule and Bimogan, blocking the seven warriors. Angry noises erupted from the crowd. Those people lost their loved ones on the battlefield and were eager to see this The execution had a brutal but perfect ending.I don't know who threw the first snowball, and then hundreds of thousands of snowballs smashed towards Balu Bazar and the others, and the executioners were also affected. "Pull them away! Otherwise, they will be executed! This is an execution, not a farce!" Eri Dun Dalai said angrily. Trembling, Asule cut open the leather pouch with a knife, revealing Bimogan's blood-covered face.His breath was already very weak, he opened his eyes slightly, and looked at Asule against the sunlight.The eyes of this dying man were calm, without hatred, without pain, only a touch of sadness. "Brother...Brother..." Asule whimpered, hugging the leather bag tightly.He knew that he was about to lose this brother, he had already lost his father, and now he lost his brother, it was this man who saved him from the execution ground in Nanhuai City at all costs, but his home was no longer the same.Those who cared about him died one by one. "Don't let Suma see me like I am now," Bimogan said in a gossamer voice, "she will be very sad." "En!" Asule nodded vigorously. "Asule, listen... I'm not a traitor." Bimogan said again, "I'm a descendant of the Pasur family. If I betray Qingyang, my father's spirit in heaven will not let me go." "I heard it, I heard it..." "Asule, protect Suma..." Bimogan stretched out his hand from the leather pouch, his eyes were slightly bright, and he looked at his younger brother expectantly. "Yes! Yes!" Asule reached out to hold him tightly, crying bitterly. The moment the two hands were held together, Asule felt that Bi Mogan's body became lighter in his arms.Something left him, forever.A snowball happened to hit Bimogan on the face, covering his face.Asule stretched out his hand, wiped off the snow powder on Bimogan's face, and looked into those slack eyes.This man who used to be the Great Lord of the Northern Continent refused to close his eyes until his death. Maybe he didn't have time to hear Asule's answer. Asule hugged his brother's body, stood up with all his strength, raised his head to the sky and howled like a wolf.More snowballs fell on him and Bimogan, as funny as those white powdered clowns on the Donglu stage. The warriors threw the lasso, but Balu and Baza couldn't dodge it, and fell down on the snow. The horses dragged them out of the execution ground and went in different directions. "Continue to execute!" Eri Dun Dalai ordered. The samurai forcibly dragged Bimogan's body away from Asule.Asule failed to resist, he threw all his knives on the ground, and the corpse was thrown in the middle of the execution ground. Eight warriors gathered on horseback again, formed a circle, and trampled on Bimogan's corpse like A pack of wolves hunts down a sheep and wants to tear it up and eat it.Bimogan's corpse gradually turned into a pile of unrecognizable flesh and blood under the horse's hooves, snow and mud were thrown onto the flesh and blood, black mud, red blood plasma and white snow mixed together. Deafening cheers erupted from the crowd, and they took comfort from the bloody smell of their enemies. Asule sat in the snow, staring blankly at Suma.He never thought that he would meet Suma face to face in such a situation. He finally saw her, so close, but he would rather be blind and not see her blank face.Asule didn't even dare to jump forward and hug Suma, he was afraid that if he hugged Suma, Suma would be shattered. Suma let out a muffled, painful moan deep in her throat, and she fell slowly into the snow, unconscious, with a pool of blood under her skirt.She had a miscarriage and lost her and Bimogan's only child. The master of Wu Chijin's family showed a satisfied smile, which would save him a lot of trouble. Mrs. Ying ran to Suma's side and hugged her. The old woman's body was still strong, and she left without looking back. The executioners also dispersed, only Asule was left in the snow silently facing the disgusting pool of flesh and blood, no trace of Bi Mogan could be found, and his elder brother completely disappeared in the snow. Out of this world.He held his head and slowly buried it in the snow. "It's my fault! It's my fault!" He lay on the snow, retching, and pounding the ground, "I lost the battle, I killed those people, it's my fault!" The onlookers threw more snowballs with dirt on his head and body, but he felt neither cold nor pain.His whole body was numb, as if he didn't belong to him, only the suffocating grief was clear and sharp.He felt that he was about to be killed by the pain, the sadness mixed with regret, cutting his body like a knife.All he could do was cry and cry, the only easy way out, and in the end he could only choose the cowardly way. "It's my fault! It's my fault!" he said, "Brother is not a traitor!" He raised his head and saw Xu Dahan and several nobles standing side by side, each with a look of disdain or indifference on their faces.He understood what was going on, and in front of him was the Political Council of the Five Elders. It was these people who sentenced his brother to death, and they were the ones who prostrated at his feet that day.The dangerous anger in his chest shook, he picked up the knife closest to him, and strode towards Xu Dahan. Guimu pulled out his lion's teeth, rode his horse in front of Xu Dahan, and roared at Asule, "Get out!" More warriors gathered and formed a human wall in front of Xu Dahan.From Guimu to these samurai, they all feel uneasy. Asule, who looks fragile in front of him, once killed ghosts and gods on the battlefield. He is the last heir of the blood of bronze. Anyone who faces him with a knife must not be careless . "Let him come over!" Xu Dahan growled. Guimu had to get out of the way.Asule walked up to Xuda Khan's horse, his hands trembling slightly.He looked at Xu Dahan's indifferent face, and the murderous aura accumulated in his chest suddenly disappeared.He didn't want to kill Xu Dahan, even if he did, he wouldn't return to Bimogan.He felt tired, and he thought he was such a weak man that whatever he did was useless. "My dear little brother, you are holding the knife, are you going to use the blood of one brother to sacrifice your other brother?" Xu Dahan looked him up and down. Asule wiped away tears with his sleeve, "Brother, that's it, stop it! You have already killed the eldest brother... Who else in Qingyang can be the maharaja? Only you! You are already the maharaja, no one will follow you!" You are arguing...but what's the point of this? The city is broken, everyone is going to die, why do our own relatives have to kill themselves? Why? Brother! Stop it!" He hopped like a child, Waving hands, weeping, crying, "Stop it! Stop it!" Xu Dahan looked at him silently, shook his head slightly, the look in his eyes was indescribable, like contempt, mockery, or pity.Asule was crying out of strength, and slowly knelt on the ground, propped his hands on the ground, tears fell drop by drop in the snow. "Asule, my dear brother, what should I say about you? In the past ten years, you have grown taller and stronger, and you have learned the martial arts and the art of war of the Donglu people, but you are still the cowardly person in your heart." Child." Xu Dahan said softly, "Who are you yelling to protect, but what else can you do besides yelling? Those people you want to protect are dying one by one, and Qingyang is about to exterminate the clan, but you can only Roar here, cry here..." "You really let me down..." He suddenly became angry and roared, "You are a man with blood of bronze! You should have been the savior of this city!" Asule stared blankly at Xu Dahan.He could see that the anger was not a disguise. After suppressing it for too long, it gushed out at this moment, like a sharp snow wind. Xu Dahan Pasur, this man whose heart is always as deep as a well, can calmly and smile watching his brother being trampled to death by a horseshoe, but why is he so angry? Xu Dahan sighed, resting his forehead with his hands, as if extremely tired, "You and a weaker person like Mogan, what strength do you have to protect Qingyang? The authority in this troubled world can only be held in the hands of the strongest!" "Weak people are always... useless!" He left these words, rode away, and the cavalry of the brigade followed behind him, sprinkling snow and dust on Asule's body.