'Handing over the murderer' is a difficult thing. First of all, people outside the city don't know who the murderer is, and the person who knows is the murderer himself, and it is difficult for them to stand up on their own.
So everyone started talking, suspicion, questioning, and inquiring about each other.
On the contrary, no one would think about the easiest way, which is to rush over, step on the seemingly weak woman, and then enter the city.
It’s not because of'good heart' that I didn’t think so. It was also a kind of shock. From the sudden opening of the city gate, the rescued mother and child, plus the young woman who stood alone at the gate of the city, everything resembled something. This kind of psychological suggestion makes everyone not think so.
"Doubt is the original sin of mankind."
This is Lu Yu's original words, Xiao Ruan does not understand now, but she also understands more or less.
"What the hell... what should we do?"
In the crowd, a group of people were gathered together, talking in a low voice.
One of the middle-aged people asked with some worry, his expression painful and complicated. He was wearing a worn-out military uniform, his armor had long been worn down by blood, and the only pair of military boots was exceptionally clean.
He was asking everyone, but he looked at another officer next to him. He was clean all over, with a long knife on his back instead of sticking it diagonally around his waist. Especially his face is very handsome, he looks more like a literati than a warrior soldier.
The handsome officer sneered and said, "We didn’t think about the consequences before we did this? As a soldier of the Great Jade Country, but killing the important officials of the court, we committed the crime of the three tribes, and the determination to die. We all have, but we are worried about the family behind us."
The middle-aged officer sighed bitterly and said, "Although I understand what I want, it's about to happen... Hey, I'm not afraid. It's just that the old mother in the family is already old, and my scumbag wife has suffered more than ten years of crimes. It’s easy to live a good life, but... Hey!"
There was a bit of complaint in his words.
The handsome officer frowned, and said solemnly: "This decision was made by all of us. The sir has saved our lives. He is now tortured by the Black Hell and he is not alive. Can we watch it? He just died like this? If we were not so greedy at the time, and left a part of the medicine for the prefect, then we would not have these things."
"Hey..." the middle-aged officer sighed and said, "Who would have thought that he really only had fifty? No wonder he didn't let us take it away, but we can't be totally blamed for this, if he didn't take advantage of us to leave. At that time, I led the family to stop them, and the brothers would not... Hey, it is difficult to keep alive if you kill your eyes. You don't know the nature of the brothers, or else... This disaster relief work will not fall on our heads. on."
The first function of the disaster relief army is to transport grain and grass to the severely affected area, which is to save people. And the second function is to organize looting and smoothly rebuild the local legal system, and if you want to do this, it is to kill!
The army that can become a disaster relief army is a guy who can kill his countrymen and cut a knife. Their blood can't be hot, and they need'iron' for the iron and blood army.
Another person said from the side: “I’m not talking about these times. This incident will be exposed sooner or later. We knew it at the time, so we’re not ready to surrender? Why are we backing away when things come to us? Six, you are still a man on weekdays, but this time... Tsk, I really look down on you."
"Bah! Your lonely brother, don't stand up and talk, don't hurt! We can say something more loyal, but we have to do things carefully. You don't even understand the truth of living so old?"
"There are so many reasons for soft eggs."
"you!"
"Okay," the Junmei officer raised his hand and waved it to signal the two to stop arguing. Then he sighed, took off his military uniforms first, and said softly: "You don't need to fight anymore. You don’t need to surrender to the crime. I only need to go there alone. My life was saved by the chief, and now it’s a few more years to give him back. I just have one more request from you..."
"No way! Absolutely not!"
"any request?!"
The upright officer hurriedly tried to stop the Junmei officer, but Wu Laoliu immediately asked, "What's the request?" The two of them were taken aback and looked at each other, then the upright officer drew a knife in his hand and shouted: "You old old Wu. Six, do you really bear to watch Brother Song go to die? I was really blind when I worshipped you, and now I have cut you off!"
He roared fiercely, and the sword danced with wind, but... no one stopped him, but he didn't cut it down with the sword, just dancing like that, as if dancing some kind of dance, it looked a little ridiculous.
The handsome officer known as Song Ge'er narrowed his eyes, couldn't help but sneer, turned around and walked towards the city gate, saying, "My only requirement is that you must not tell me who I am. So as not to hurt my family."
After finishing speaking, he suddenly stretched his hand into his arms, took out a horned knife, and slashed hard on his handsome face. From the left eyebrow to the right lip, a scarlet opening shed turbulent blood instantly, making half of his face red and wet. Half of the shirt.
As he said and thought, no one came to stop him. Even the "upright" person beat his chest behind his back, but he didn't come forward to hold him, as if his feet were nailed to the spot. Move the same.
But Song Ge’er would not blame them. Remember that on the northern battlefield, Wu Laoliu blocked the knife for himself. Because his boots were too slippery because of blood, a staggered door opened wide, and the enemy general cut it down with a single knife. He split in half, and Song Laoliu blocked him at that time, and almost died with a stab in his vest.
I remember that there was another time when he was handsome at the rear of the Three Hundred Remnant Immortal Enemy Camp. An army rushed in desperately and rescued them abruptly. Three thousand people came and one thousand returned. The one who led the team was the upright guy.
This... is the robe!
But now they have retreated, a little shameless, a little helpless. All because of family.
The family, the country, and the world, this family is more in the front than the "country", let alone the former brothers? The only thing that can be done is to take good care of his family for the other party. This is enough.
With a bloody face, Song Geer walked from the back to the front. Without his words, people voluntarily gave in and set aside a passage. It seemed as if he was sending off the triumphant general, but also as if he was sending people close to him away.
At this time, several soldiers had set up a tent at the gate of the city. Lu Yu was sitting in it, eating a bowl of old Liu noodles at the east city gate leisurely. It was delicious.
Brother Song arrived at the gate of the city. Before he could say anything, Xiao Ruan smiled at him, pointed to the tent and said, "Please come with me."
Brother Song was taken aback for a moment before entering the tent, and he saw a'little' son who was eating profusely and sweating profusely. And he looked up at him a little boredly, as if interrupting him to eat, causing a big roll of eyes.
"I'm here to surrender."
The corner of Song Ge'er's eyes twitched, but the words were still very powerful.