Chapter 30 third quarter
The "killing grass" without a sheath is quietly lying on the wooden table in front of Di Bin.
The Yagirihama camp of the "Guardian Army" outside was peaceful, and the soldiers were not even in the mood to talk.Although the killing of King Xiaoxuan greatly boosted the morale of the officers and soldiers, after all, the 400,000 bandit troops were still alive and stationed on the other side of Jinghe City.Although I don't know the reason, they have been on hold for more than two months, but no one knows when they will make a comeback at any time...
Di Bin sat alone in his exclusive tent.Before driving all the subordinates of the "Dashutang" out of the tent, Di Bin told them: "If I die on the battlefield, you don't want to fight anymore. Run away, wherever you want, but don't go back to the capital. "
—Probably I won't go back again...
In the end, where will the body be buried?He doesn't care.
What he cares about is "killing weeds".This knife cannot fall into the hands of others.
——Let someone take it back to the "Big Tree Main Hall"...
He got up and rummaged among the tent's clutter, only to find a cloth towel and oiled paper.
He knelt down in front of the wooden table, spread out the cloth towel, and gently picked up the "killing grass" with both hands and placed it on it.
Before folding the cloth towel, he once again stared at the ordinary but coldly beautiful blade.
Think again of all those who have died under this knife.
I also recalled how it felt when it cut my left forearm thirty-four years ago.
That day, he tasted the bloody wine.
The blood of six people.
"Please become sworn brothers with me, and swear to live and die together."
--why? ...
Then, under the starry sky of the autumn night, six hands overlapped and clenched together.
It was at that moment that the name "Dashutang" was decided...
——Why do you still remember it so clearly? ...
Just as Di Bin was wrapping the oiled paper in the rolled cloth towel, a thunderous human voice suddenly came from outside.It first appeared from a distance, and then quickly spread over.
Di Bin rushed out of the tent to see that many soldiers were lost in joy.Some laughed and hugged each other, some waved their weapons and danced, and some continued to tell each other to other places in the camp.
On the battlefield, there is only one kind of news that can make soldiers so excited and ecstatic.
In the completely dark "Basuo" cell, Lian Shou was lying on the cold stone floor, his whole body was bound by iron shackles. Only the heart remains free. During the time he was imprisoned for an unknown period of time, he recalled many things.Thoughts fly to many places, one by one, every single person he has ever killed or hugged. What was once so sincerely pursued, what was once lost. At least, all the joy and pain experienced was real, he told himself. —I have no regrets. When he was thinking like this, his memory suddenly stayed in a certain place and refused to leave. He remembered that there were many people standing there.But it was very quiet all around, no one spoke and talked. He squeezed in the middle, sniffing the smell of sweat from countless human bodies, a smell that only the most ordinary human body can emit. Their gazes were all in the same direction, and they were all looking forward to something. He remembered that it was the small square in front of the Yamen of the Eastern Capital.He hid in the crowd, ready to ambush the man named Cao Gong.This was just a small thing in his past turbulent experience, but at this moment he remembered it very clearly. It's the farmers.Standing one by one, all facing the gate of the yamen.The long-term malnourished thin faces were expressionless, but they all waited very quietly. They did nothing.But when gathered together, it seems to condense an invisible thing. --strength. Sickles head suddenly dripped with cold sweat. He imagined: If I started in Zizhen that day and used this kind of power, what would happen? ... a hundred people.a thousand people.Ten thousand people.one million.Ten million... What would have happened if I hadn't launched another war, but just gathered together in silence...to the capital together...like those people in the square? ... —Is that so? ... His bitter laughter echoed in the cell. "I thought I was leading the lamb against the wolf." He muttered to himself. "Unknowingly, I raised the lambs into another pack of wolves... and I'm proud of their victory..." He realized that he had been wrong from the beginning. But there is no room for regret, the world will not give him a second chance. He, after all, is only one person. The iron door of the cell opened, and the light that penetrated made the sickle unable to open his eyes. it's time. Lian Shou's heart was relieved instead. At least, there is no need to wait in this endless darkness.
In the completely dark "Basuo" cell, Lian Shou was lying on the cold stone floor, his whole body was bound by iron shackles. Only the heart remains free. During the time he was imprisoned for an unknown period of time, he recalled many things.Thoughts fly to many places, one by one, every single person he has ever killed or hugged. What was once so sincerely pursued, what was once lost. At least, all the joy and pain experienced was real, he told himself. —I have no regrets. When he was thinking like this, his memory suddenly stayed in a certain place and refused to leave. He remembered that there were many people standing there.But it was very quiet all around, no one spoke and talked. He squeezed in the middle, sniffing the smell of sweat from countless human bodies, a smell that only the most ordinary human body can emit. Their gazes were all in the same direction, and they were all looking forward to something. He remembered that it was the small square in front of the Yamen of the Eastern Capital.He hid in the crowd, ready to ambush the man named Cao Gong.This was just a small thing in his past turbulent experience, but at this moment he remembered it very clearly. It's the farmers.Standing one by one, all facing the gate of the yamen.The long-term malnourished thin faces were expressionless, but they all waited very quietly. They did nothing.But when gathered together, it seems to condense an invisible thing. --strength. Sickles head suddenly dripped with cold sweat. He imagined: If I started in Zizhen that day and used this kind of power, what would happen? ... a hundred people.a thousand people.Ten thousand people.one million.Ten million... What would have happened if I hadn't launched another war, but just gathered together in silence...to the capital together...like those people in the square? ... —Is that so? ... His bitter laughter echoed in the cell. "I thought I was leading the lamb against the wolf." He muttered to himself. "Unknowingly, I raised the lambs into another pack of wolves... and I'm proud of their victory..." He realized that he had been wrong from the beginning. But there is no room for regret, the world will not give him a second chance. He, after all, is only one person. The iron door of the cell opened, and the light that penetrated made the sickle unable to open his eyes. it's time. Lian Shou's heart was relieved instead. At least, there is no need to wait in this endless darkness.