As he spoke, my father stood up, and stood up with great vigour. All eyes were on him, and the room was dead silent.

The generals didn't say anything, just looked at their father with confused eyes.

The surroundings gradually became darker.

Li Sizhu only felt that the boundless darkness was coming, oppressing her so much that she couldn't breathe, she felt that she was falling into the abyss, and she couldn't help but want to scream, but she couldn't make a sound.

The light came again, but in front of her was a bloody battlefield.

Father was already tired.

He fought bloodily for nearly five hours, and the war horse "Feiyun" under his seat also began to stumble. The people who fought around him changed one after another.

At first, the shouts of the cadres were only in the front, but now they came from all sides.

Father was fighting numbly, and he didn't seem to remember why he was killing people here. At the beginning, he loudly encouraged the soldiers, saying that backup would arrive immediately. And now, even he doesn't believe it anymore.

He didn't hate anyone, he didn't think at all why reinforcements didn't come.

One is that he has no time, and the other is that he always feels that everything has a providence, and it is useless for people to think too much.

Why didn't God help him?

What hit my father the back, and was this the first time he had been injured? His blood has been flowing, how much is left?

He felt colder and colder.

He became ready to plant himself under the horse, and then it was all over.

Suddenly his father screamed, and his horse neighed, and he stood upright, and his father leaped over the heads of the soldiers besieging him, and rushed forward.

As soon as he rushed forward, the whole army rushed forward like a raging tide, as if to sweep everything away and swallow it up.

In the face of this crazy onslaught, the enemy soldiers fell one by one screaming, becoming a mountain of corpses.

My father never considered himself a hero, and he never wanted to be a hero.

Although he never turned his back on his soldiers.

He always fought with them until the last moment.

When the battle was over, my father sat alone in the sunset field, watching the wildflowers around him turn red with the setting sun.

Blood flowed all over the plain.

His father seemed to feel tired, when a black-robed man walked up to him.

"You're badly wounded." The black-robed man said.

"Take me to Heaven, the true Kingdom of Heaven."

"Where is the kingdom of heaven? The kingdom of heaven does not belong to the losers. ”

"What about winning or losing, everyone will end up in the same place."

"If you think so, then why are you alive?"

"Haha, I shouldn't have come to this world, it's full of ugliness, strife, hatred...... Why were people sent into this world? ”

"God sent us into this world, and I believe it is for us to fight, not to escape, to change it all rather than to curse it."

"Who are you?"

The black-robed man suddenly sighed to the sky: "Yes, who am I?" ”

Night fell, and in the northern part of this vast plain, there was a continuous light, which was the camp of the cadres.

And on the steppe in the middle of these two great armies, there was still a little fire, it was a small fire, on the great plain it was only a faint starlight in the dark sky, but on either side of this little flame sat two people, one was the father, the other was the commander of the cadre army, and the other was an old man with gray hair.

"A toast to this strange and great encounter." The old man raised the water bag in his hand.

The father kept looking down at the ground at his feet, ignoring the old man's actions, "Can the commander of the imperial court and the thief who has done all the evil things since childhood, find anything in common?" The father looked at the ground and said, as if asking himself.

The old man stood up, he looked up at the sky, "You see, dark clouds cover the sky, the stars have lost their light, only a few stars, can continue to shine on such a night, that is the brightest constellation, people call them hope." ”

"Therefore," the old man looked back at his father, "hope cannot be extinguished, and only those who can not give up their ideals in the most painful moments are called heroes." It is not based on how many people are killed and how much power is in your hands. None of us are heroes, but we all have our own hopes, and that's what we all have in common. ”

"Hahahaha!" Father suddenly laughed wildly, "But my hope is to kill you, and now I am seriously injured, otherwise I would not have listened to your verbosity until now, I believe in your identity, not because of the treasure you carry, but because you have that kind of look at the world that is completely different from mine, you always like to look at the sky, that is because you often wander in the academy and gardens, and I always look at the ground, because I have to pay attention to the rocks and poisonous snakes under my feet at all times, we are not from the same world at all." Now I just hope that this dream will pass soon, and that when dawn I wake up and nothing has happened. ”

"Why do you want to kill me? Because you want to build the kingdom of heaven of your dreams, if...... Can I give you such a chance without having to put millions of people desperately? ”

"What are you talking about?"

The darkness returned, and everything was gone.

Then came the plains, heavy snowfall

My father rode the war horse "Feiyun" in the vast snowy field, and the ruins of the war-torn village on the side of the road were extremely sparse in the snow, and there was no one for thousands of miles, only the wind and snow.

My father didn't know how long the war would last.

The kingdom of heaven seems to be getting more and more distant. Whenever he saw the fleeing crowd in Siye, he couldn't help but bring military rations for relief, not wanting the hungry people to gather around, and his father saw tens of thousands of pairs of eyes, looking at him as if he were looking at hope. He didn't know if he would be able to keep his promise to them, but he couldn't get rid of it. When he understood God's love, he realized that loving all living beings was an even more painful thing, and it was almost an unbearable burden for himself. How long will he last, and how many people will he watch die for his promise?

A large camp was unusually quiet in the snow, and there were few people. When the soldiers of the cadre army who were hiding from the wind behind the wooden wall saw that it was their father, they did not come up to interrogate him. The father rode directly outside the big account.

The father lifted the curtain and walked into the big account. A man was waiting for him there.

"It's cold, let's have a fire." The man said, but his expression was colder than snow.

The father did not sit down. With the person in front of him, he will never feel warm.

Is that man's heart as cold as his face?

"My brother isn't here, so I'll have something to say." The man said.

The father didn't speak, just looked at each other fixedly.

"How many people do you have now? Lakh? Most of them don't even have weapons. The man said.

The father still didn't speak.

"Let your men surrender, and give up all their goods, and replenish my military salaries, and I have guaranteed the lives of all of you." When this man named "Zeng Jiu" said these words, his eyes kept on his father's face.

But my father was still expressionless. Zeng Jiu was like snow, and his father was like a stone in the snow.

"They won't agree, they hate you." Father said.

"They just want to have something to eat, I will guarantee their military rations, you are their commander, as long as you say a word."

'I'm not a manager, I'm just a guide for them.' Father said.

"What I just said is what my brother meant. That's the best condition, and I think you know how I used to deal with you. Don't push me. ”

"I just don't want this war to last too long and kill more people."

"What do you mean?"

"They are with me for the kingdom of heaven."

"Where is the kingdom of heaven?" Zeng Jiu stood up, his eyes full of contempt, "It's clearly hell!" ”

Both of them fell silent, only to hear the wind and snow howling outside the big account.

The wind whipped up the curtain and crackled.

The sound of a horse neighing.

The coughing of guards in the distance.

My father knew that another time had come for him to make a decision.

He has made so many decisions, has he ever been right? Maybe it was wrong from the start.

Does letting people know about the existence of Heaven is the beginning of bringing them to Hell?

"Surrender quickly! Hand over your belongings and save the lives of all of you! That's the biggest concession I can make! Do you know that once the news of your and my meeting here spreads and reaches the ears of the emperor, you and I will die without a place to be buried? ”

"You've got nine riches, and you're going to kill us all, right?" Father looked at Zeng Jiu quietly, "The imperial court just allows us to surrender, and you Zeng Jiu will not allow it." You have nothing but gold and silver in your eyes. ”

After saying this, a smile appeared on his face.

Zeng Jiu actually laughed too, his smile was like the slow flow of water under the ice, not easy to detect.

He walked out of the big account.

As he opened the tent, the cold wind and snow rushed in from outside.

My father saw the bones of the dead in the snow.

He gripped the hilt of his sword.

After holding it tightly for a while, he also stood up and walked out of the big account.

Outside the big tent, there were already strong guards.

Knife and shield.

Spear!

Bow and arrow!

Western muskets!

The father burst out laughing, he felt that the ending that God had arranged for him was good, and it really knew that he was too tired.

All the soldiers clenched their weapons, they had heard or seen with their own eyes how he fought and killed.

He suddenly walked forward, as if there was an empty field of snow in front of him.

So all the soldiers began to retreat.

The musketeer raised his gun, but Zeng Jiu had not yet given the order.

What is he waiting for?

Zeng Jiu was probably thinking, what would happen if this person died? Maybe he'd thought about it a hundred times before, but he knew that man was never as good as heaven.

But he had no choice, that man was not a lion that could be tamed, and if he couldn't use it, he had to kill him as soon as possible.

Zeng Jiu slowly raised his hand.

With just one wave.

Zeng Jiu deliberately waited for a few more seconds.

Those few seconds are a long time.

Sometimes it can be reversed in a split second, but not this time.

Because everything is already under his control.

A real handsome person should not make a wrong move.

Father had already taken eight steps and was about to take his ninth step.

The tip of the soldier's spear was no more than a few inches from his throat, but to his father nothing mattered, he had done what he could, said what he had to say.

He no longer has a nostalgia for life.

Let the fate of tens of millions of people decide for themselves. What a stupid idea to be a savior.

He should have died a year ago.

He is not a hero because he has given up resisting.

In the face of fate, human resistance is useless.

What's the point of killing a few more people at this moment?

Father saw Zeng Jiu, who was standing behind the soldiers, about to wave his hand to give the order.

Father smiled.

……

"Why is the grass red?"

"There's our blood on it."

"Why do people bleed?"

"Because they're hurt."

"Why are you crying?"

"I ...... I don't know ......."

A tear fell on the snow.

Red tears.

The wind blows through the field, and the grass sways with the wind, like an endless green sea, light waves. The wind swept the stamens into the sky, and there were tiny blades of grass. They fluttered lightly, like elves out of the mortal world, flying high into the sky, flying away......

Is this what my father saw?

Li Sizhu struggled desperately, screaming, and woke up from his dream all of a sudden.

Li Sizhu lifted the quilt and sat up, a burst of coldness came, and she realized that she was in a cold sweat, and her underwear was soaked.

"Brother, when are you coming back...... I'm so scared......" She gently stroked the silky ribbon, remembering the scene when Lin Yiqing gave her this dress, and shed tears.

Now that her filial piety period has passed, why hasn't he come back to marry her?

Could it be that he forgot his promise to himself?

Or did he have a new woman and forget about himself?

Recalling the dream just now, fear hit her heart again, and she felt extremely cold, and she couldn't help but lie down again, wrapping herself tightly in the quilt.

If he comes back, will I tell him everything?

If he knew, would he still marry him?

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