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Xiao Shu was made a general at the age of nineteen. He led his army to massacre three cities at the age of twenty-three. No one was left alive under the sword. Everyone said he was a madman because no one had seen his face because he wore a mask all year round.
Huo Pingchuan was the border guard. When the three cities were massacred, he was in the fourth city. He watched with his own eyes the refugees pouring in from the north, dragging their families with them, smelling burnt, and with no light in their eyes. An old lady held his hand and said, "General, our home is gone, and everything is gone." She was holding a child in her arms, and she didn't know the child was dead.
Huo Pingchuan remembered the old lady's face, and he also remembered the madman's code name. He swore that one day he would cut off that man's head with his own hands.
Later that person disappeared.
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Huo Pingchuan picked up a person by a wild ditch.
He was covered in injuries, his brain was damaged, and he couldn't even remember who he was. The first thing I did when I woke up was to kneel down and bend over. After being blocked, I immediately shrank to the corner of the bed and said in a trembling voice: "I'm sorry..."
Huo Pingchuan came in with porridge. The fool didn't dare to serve it. He squatted on the ground holding the bowl and sipped it. He frowned and carried him to the chair: "Sit down, I will eat sitting down from now on."
On a thundering night, the fool crawled over from the bed, clutched Huo Pingchuan's sleeves and trembled, huddled up into a small ball, and buried his face in his chest. The next day the man blushed and explained all day, "I didn't mean it."
Huo Pingchuan taught him to write. His hand holding the pen was shaking, and the word "Chuan" he wrote was crooked. Huo Pingchuan held his hand and taught him again. He blushed for a long time, and then whispered: "Your hand is so warm."
One day he went out to do errands, and when he came back he found the man sitting on the threshold waiting all afternoon. Hearing the footsteps, he immediately stood up and pretended not to look at him, but his clothes were stained with dust from the threshold.
Who would have thought that this man once kicked open the city gate, stood on the mountain of corpses in the rain and was not afraid of thunder, held a long knife and cut off the military flag, and thousands of people fled when he saw it. He used to hold on to the reins, and no one could hold him back when he charged. He used to sleep in a marching tent, and even the emperor wanted to give him three cents.
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One day Huo Pingchuan came back from outside with a portrait in his hand. The city is covered with stickers, issued by the imperial court - the true face of the enemy's major general has finally been painted. The man who had been wearing a mask for many years finally showed his face.
Reward: ten thousand taels of gold, life or death.
Huo Pingchuan stood at the door and unfolded the portrait. The person in the portrait has deep brow bones, a sharp jawline, and a stern look on his entire face.
Exactly like the fool in front of me.
Huo Pingchuan didn't sleep that night. He put the portrait on the table and looked at it for a long time. The face in the portrait was cold and sharp, like an unsheathed knife. He thought of the day when the news of the massacre of three cities came, and he stood on the city wall all night; he thought of the old lady holding the child; he thought of the oath he had sworn.
He thought of the fool again. I remember how serious he was when he learned to use chopsticks; I think of him cooking porridge and saying sorry with a bowl in hand; I think of him squatting at the door and not daring to knock on the door because he was afraid of thunder.
Huo Pingchuan turned the portrait over and placed it on the table.
He wants to kill him, he should kill him, he must kill him.
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Thousands of horses and troops marched across mountains and rivers, iron hooves crushed the cold moon at the border, and blood and fire burned the homeland thousands of miles away. He stood there without a trace of emotion rising between his brows.
Reading guide:
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2. It's sweet in the early stage and abusive in the later stage. Abuse is healthier and not suitable for controlling the party.
3. I'm not very good at this kind of subject matter. I'll start again after I finish my studies^
4. This article is also called: "Recovering the Amnesiac Enemy Major General"
Intention: Thousands of hooves trample the mountains and rivers, but there is never a frown
