The Young Daughter of the Mohist Family Takes Charge of the Situation

That year, the three of them carried grass rings and became brothers with different surnames. They did not want to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but they wanted to die in the same year, the same month and the same day. That night she called them to sit on a nearby mountain, drinking wine and lying down watching the stars. She felt that life in the military camp was also pleasant. Putting aside distracting thoughts, there were no cumbersome military etiquette, no battle reports from soldiers in her ears, and no sounds of clanging weapons. This kind of life was actually quite good. Everything is quiet, only I am awake, and there are twinkling stars... That night, she respected every time they fought side by side and killed enemies, every death and every rebirth... That year, he was the only one left in the Mo family. The people you protect and the land you protect don't know whose family it will be in the future. The emperor is still the emperor now, and the prince is still the prince! It seems like nothing has changed, and it seems like everything has changed. That rainy night, she gradually lost consciousness. In her confusion, she saw a man holding a knife and cutting off her hand and hamstrings. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the water was almost up to her nose. It became more and more difficult to breathe, and her body became colder and colder... They say God has eyes, so why is he completely blind to her? So what if the tendons of your hands and hamstrings were broken? So what if they are sold as livestock! If evil spirits drive her away, if it is life, she will not believe it! If injustice is the devil, she is the Dao!