When the court abandoned them, when the banner owner abandoned them, when facing the raised butcher knife, nothing could be saved, except Lu Zhili.

Those bannermen who once no longer had any fantasies about Lu Zhili were almost crazy because they already knew how stupid they were and actually doubted Wu Liyan's kindness and tolerance. In this world, there is nothing more unforgivable than this...

The sun that is gradually setting has become the background of Lu Zhili. This Lu Zhili, who is limping and even walking, is a ragged and ragged Lu Zhili, in the eyes of these people, is simply a kind god wearing colorful halos...

Amid the cheers of the bannermen, the Han people's abuse has reached its climax...

Every time Lu Zhili took a step, there were crying and praise in front of him and behind him. Among the Tartars, men, women, young and old, they knelt down devoutly, as if they had seen the true god who had prayed for thousands of years.

This distance was filled with praise and insults, and waves were higher than the other waves, whipping Lu Zhili's staggering body like a whip.

Lu Zhili had no expression on his face and had difficulty walking through this short distance. This hero who once dominated the world and made the Tartars look like he was today. No one knows what Lu Zhili felt like in his heart.

Only he, Lu Zhili, knew what he was thinking about.

Whether it is a hero, a traitor, or even Uliyan, Lu knew how to read clearly, and he was nothing, just a chess piece in the hands of the commander.

Without a great commander, Lu Zhizhi would not be a hero. Without a great commander, Lu Zhizhi would not be able to do even a traitor. As for the title of Uliyan, which is regarded as a god by these bannermen, it was also the one that the great commander had placed on him. Lu Zhizhi knew this very clearly.

But he didn't regret it because he did what he wanted to do.

The general has the wisdom of demons, the means of heaven, and the army that can win every battle, but the general is not omnipotent. Sometimes he cannot do it or do it. Such things still have to be done by Lu Zhizhi, and the reputation of this traitor must be borne by Lu Zhizhi.

However, isn’t it Lu Zhili’s long-cherished wish in his heart to be able to save some creatures?

It was not until now that Lu Zhili really understood why he had come to this point, because it was all related to the Grand Marshal. However, Lu Zhili never regretted it.

It is indeed a bit difficult for people like Lu Zhi who have difficulty in legs and feet. If they have tilted their bodies, they almost fell on the spot.

A neat exclaim came from behind, and Lu Shili knew that it was the bannermen who were worried about him.

The soldiers on the side of the platform had a few familiar faces. When the bodies of these people moved, they seemed to want to learn to read. They just moved, and immediately stood straight again, as if they had marked ink and struck a thread.

Lu Shili looked at these former comrades-in-arms, those who had once entrusted their blood and life together, and wanted to say something, but his throat moved a few times, but no sound was made.

Whether it is hatred and insult or praise and gratitude, Lu knew that he had not heard of his literacy and climbed up to the platform with difficulty: "Master..."

Li Si's face became colder, and his tone was full of icy words: "I'm not your boss, and you don't have to call me that, just call me Li Si!"

Mrs. Yan, who was beside Li Si, looked at Lu Zhili carefully, and couldn't help but sigh, and tears were all in her eyes: "In the battle of Qufu that day, Lu Gong was so brave! She broke into the enemy's formation, shocked the enemy's thousands, and took my Yan clan to escape. The shaving order of using force to fight against the Tartars, and revitalized the world's decay. What a style, today... today... today... today... today... today..."

If we talk about Lu Zhili back then, it was really powerful. The leader of the Qiks Decisive Soldiers did many major things that shocked the world. No matter north and south, how many people didn’t know the name of Lu Zhili?

But now...

Lu Zhizhi shook his head slightly, as if he was unwilling to talk about the past: "Old lady, don't mention it. I'm here today to ask the Grandmaster... Li... to let go of these unarmed bannermen..."

Li Si didn't feel very good when he looked at Lu Zhili, but this kind of feeling could not be taken on his face at all, but he burst into laughter. Li Sihuan pointed to these people: "You asked me to let them go? Haha, a joke, a big joke. What is my purpose for the death army to fight thousands of miles? You will not know how to let me go to the death army to let the Tartars go unless it is Japan. You should leave here quickly, otherwise you will be chopped down together!"

"Cut it, chop it!" When the general said he wanted to cut off Lu and read it, the old and young men in the capital were so happy and followed loudly.

If you can see another good show of killing the Tartars today, it will be really coming.

"I'm willing to use military merits..."

Li Si smiled coldly: "You have some minor military achievements, but when Guide was about to exchange for the lives of the Tartars. From that moment on, you did not have any military achievements. If you didn't kill you at that time, it was just that you had worked hard for my compatriots. I have paid off your friendship for my death long ago. Besides, these are useless..." Li Si looked at Lu Zhili's eyes and said word by word: "This is not Guide, but the capital. Do you understand?"

OK, the Grand Marshal said it well. If these Tartars were spared, the faces of the old and young men in the capital would become rags.

You can't let it go, let alone one Lu to learn to read, even a hundred people will be useless.

"Master..."

"Don't tell me," it seemed that he had forgotten that Lu Zhizhi was not a soldier in the army. Li Si agreed to this title: "It's useless to tell me. The Tartars occupied a radius of 500 miles, robbed a lot of land, plundered the people as slaves, and committed many sins. The elders of the capital were clear in their hearts. Ask the fathers and sisters below and see if they forgive these Tartars!"

Li Si was stern, grabbed Lu Zhili's dilapidated clothes, and pushed him away, pointing at the people who were like the sea and the tide and shouting: "If they can let go of these Tartars, I, Li Si, don't say anything. If they don't give up, hehe, no one can stop the sword of the army to die!"

This statement satisfied the people because the army to die had long handed over the power of life and death to them, and now the ownership of this authority has been confirmed once again.

No matter what Lu Zhi said, no one would listen.

But it was not Lu Zhili who spoke, but Mrs. Yan.

"I think my Yan family has suffered a catastrophe. The crisis at that time is hard to describe. Fortunately, the warrior Lu literacy is very wise and brave, and finally saved my Yan family's blood from water and fire. This kind of kindness cannot be expressed in words." Mrs. Yan shouted to the thousands of people below: "There is no male in my Yan family, but the sky has eyes. The granddaughter-in-law who escaped that day was pregnant. She was about to give birth in April, and she turned out to be a boy..."

Tears suddenly fell in Mrs. Yan's eyes: "I think it was God who did not destroy my kind clan, so he pleaded with mercy, and finally my cigarettes continued. In the end, the remnant of the Holy Lord's descendants were not cut off. This kind of kindness and virtue were originally wanted to repay, but the warriors of the past have died, leaving only the Lu Literacy today. My Yan clan actually owe such great kindness, how can I repay it?"

If a benefactor becomes a traitor, should he repay this kindness?

"Lu Literacy, I wrote to me, and I want my elders to ask you all to leave the lives of these Tartars." Mrs. Yan looked around and said generously: "I know that I have not had much time and do not want to owe this traitor. I hope to repay this debt in my lifetime so as not to be ashamed of the future generations of saints for generations!"

The grudges and grievances of this generation must be resolved by this generation. If the descendants of the sages grow up, the debt will not be paid back. No matter how you look at the descendants of Yan Sheng pay the debts, it is a big joke that has been laughed at for thousands of years. It would be better to let the old lady break up this matter.

The people sitting in the reed sanctuary were all the heroes who took down the capital this time. They were not in the organization of the Death Army, so they sat there. Shuben Wu had also heard of Lu's literacy and knew that Qufu's shocking battle was happy that Lu's literacy could save Yan Sheng's descendants. Today, after hearing Mrs. Yan's words, he became suspicious. He gently touched Mr. Guan Er's elbow and whispered: "Second Master, didn't you say that Lu's literacy is illiteracy? How could you write a letter to the old lady?"

Mr. Guan Er is an outside member of the Qisha Camp, so he naturally knows some things inside the Qisha Camp. He has long known that Lu Zhizhi is illiterate at all, and it is impossible for him to write a letter to Mrs. Yan. After the old lady said this, she immediately understood what was hidden in it, and after a moment of thinking about it, she understood.

If you don’t have the arrangement of a great commander, that would be a hell of a tragedy.

Guide is thousands of miles away from the capital. Lu Zhizhi's a cripple man had great skills and could not arrive so on time at this critical moment. Lu Zhizhi's literacy was in Guide, and Mrs. Yan was in Luzhou. The time and time between the capital, and the journey of the capital, one million Tartars were killed and killed early. How could they appear so "cluttered" on time?

"Uncle Wu, don't talk, look down."

Master Guan Er had already vaguely guessed something.

"These Tartars will die even if they kill ten times. However, for thousands of years, the Sect of Resurrection has been innocent. I beg you all to have an opportunity to give me a chance to continue to grow white..." Mrs. Yan gave a deep bow: "Since Lu Zhili has been asked to me to read my Sect, I have returned this great favor. From then on, neither Fu Shenggong nor Lu Zhili owes anyone anything, and they are already strangers."

"The general said it clearly just now. Whether to kill or not is all within your words..." Mrs. Yan suddenly fell to everyone: "I took the sacred Lord Fu and begged you to leave the last green white for Yanmen--"

When the old lady knelt like this, the woman in plain clothes, both on and off the stage, immediately knelt down...

There is no need to say that the Yanmen in Qufu is restored to the ages. Especially in the face of the butcher knife of the Tartars, the heroic death of a man and the generous life of a woman have long become a legend. If we continue to execute the massacre order, the word "kill" will be a bit difficult to express.

Especially those scholars understand the seriousness of this matter best. But the Tartars' crimes are too great, not because they can be forgiven. How can the sufferings that this country and nation have easily given up because of each family?

Even loyal and strong sages like Yanmen can only shake people for a moment, and it is impossible to say forgiveness.

Lu Zhi's voice was extremely hoarse, not even as loud and powerful as Mrs. Yan: "Since the Qing people regard me as a god, I am willing to go to Jingdong and Shandong to surrender to the Qing people in the pass. In this way, the casualties of the warriors who went to the dead can be reduced. If we can really clear the clearance without bloodshed, Lu Zhi's willing to persuade all the Qing people to surrender..."

"Bah," Li Si said sternly: "I am a hero who goes to the death, even if I live for this land, I will die for this land. Death in the battlefield is the glory of every soldier. As long as I can clear the universe, why should I be afraid of sacrifice? Even if I die for another thousand and ten thousand, I will do whatever I want..."

This is a big deal.

Taking over the capital can only be regarded as a phased victory. The army to die and fight and continue to drive away the Tartars. There will definitely be casualties here, and there will be a large number of casualties. The army to die is indeed the elite force of this nation, and it is absolutely "responsible to sacrifice" on the battlefield as Zhongsheng Bo said.

Perhaps if you keep such elites one point, the vitality of this nation will be even deeper. How noble is Lu Zhizhi in the hearts of Manchus? Everyone is like a mirror in their hearts. If Lu Zhizhizhi persuades surrender, the Tartars in the pass are likely to give up resistance.

It is a very difficult choice to sacrifice such national essence on the battlefield and give Lu a chance to read.

On the one hand, they are unwilling to let teams such as the Dead Army suffer great casualties, and on the other hand, they want to make people resist hatred and revenge. This choice is not so easy to make.

The general said that he was "here to do whatever he wanted", but he could really do it? Those who died in battle were the elites of the army who went to the death, and the essence of this nation. When everyone heard about the casualties of the army who went to the death, everyone felt sad. How could the general not feel sad?

People are thinking, weighing, and choosing.

Should we continue to take revenge or give Lu a chance to read?

At this time, Li Si can no longer say anything. If he says something, many hidden things will be exposed.

"I think it's OK!" Mr. Guan Er in the reed shed stepped out and bowed to him with a smile: "Young and young men, I'm Guan Er, hehe, everyone still knows you..."

Mr. Guan Er gave all the etiquettes in his unique Beijing accent, and then said, "I am Guan Er, who is actually a death army, and I am from the Qisha Camp. I am really embarrassed to hide it from everyone for so many days. I have seen the matter here, and I will say justice. If the old and young men are willing to listen, I will say it. If you don't want to listen, I will go home and take my wife now, haha..."

Silently around.

Mr. Guan Er still had a smile on his face and continued, "If you want to talk about these Tartars, you can't relieve your anger even if you kill ten times. But what we do is not just to understand your anger. Do you think this is the reason? I have not experienced many wars in Guan Er, but in this battle in the capital, do you know how many brothers who are standing upright died?"

Mr. Guan Er had a big thumb: "Six thousand, six thousand brothers were killed in battle. Just to stop being angry with the Tartars, six thousand brothers died from Jizhou to here. If these six thousand people stood one by one, they could be lined up from the front door of the front door to our eyes, and they could fight back and forth more than one round trip. So many good brothers died like this. I don't know if you feel sorry for you. Anyway, I feel sorry for you. I want to hit the wall so much that I feel sorry for you..."

"All of them are famous men, all of them are heroes from all over the world. For our men, they died in battle." As he said that, tears had fallen in his eyes and he cursed: "I'm a mother, six thousand, six thousand brothers, all raised by his parents' birth parents, and they are gone, I don't have any of them..."

"After all, do you feel sorry for me?"

No one answered, and there was no sound everywhere.

"But we still have to fight, and we must fight for a peaceful world for our compatriots that we dare not bully."

"How much casualties will there be? Have you ever thought about it? The Grand Marshal said he was willing to do anything, but he really didn't feel sorry for him? Whoever said he didn't feel sorry for him would be a human being." Mr. Guan Er shook tears on his face: "If Lu Zhili could really persuade the Tartars to surrender, how many brothers would be killed? Have you ever thought about this account?"

"If you are willing to go to the death army to continue to fight and kill, you can vent your anger today. Anyway, it is not you who die, and you don't feel sorry for you. I won't say anything, leave."

Mr. Guan Er left as soon as he said that, and made great strides out of the reed shed and left.

Mr. Guan Er can say this, but Li Si cannot.

Still frost-faced, he raised his right hand high: "Wanyan, the family of 13 people..."

There is a needle falling below.

The matter is obvious. The general did this to relieve everyone, but everyone could not let the army to die again confront the Tartars head-on.

As Zhongshengbo raised his right hand, he also raised his ghost-headed knife, but the "kill" in his mouth also seemed heavy and he couldn't say anything.

The word "kill" has no exit yet, but the word "play" still cannot be expressed.

There was a bloody knife in front of me, which had already hung on my head, but the Wanyan family was no longer afraid.

Because Uliyan is here and right by her side, what else can I be afraid of?

Lu Zhili was a little confused and didn't know how to deal with such a situation. He couldn't help but look at Li Si.

Li Si's face was still cold, making people feel palpitations. His right hand was still raised high, and he could suddenly fall down when everyone shouted the word "kill", and then the ghost-headed knife fell down...

Li Si seemed to have not read Lu Zhili at all, but just looked at Wanyan's family with his eyes...
To be continued...