"General!" Another loyal and brave soldier came over. He squatted down and blocked the knife with his shoulder. At the same time, he stabbed the knife into the heart of the enemy soldier. The enemy soldier fell down in response.

But another enemy soldier came with a sword and was about to hit Anguo. At this time, Anguo was still holding on to the soldier who was blocking his arrows, and when he saw the soldier who was blocking him, he was in shock.

It was too late to react.

The soldier blocking the knife let out a "heh". It could be seen that he was taking in less air and outgoing more air. He endured the pain and used his last strength to stretch out his hand. This time, his knife cut off the soldier.

However, it gave Anguo a chance. Anguo raised his sword and with a "swish" hit another enemy soldier in the heart, killing this enemy soldier.

The soldier who was blocking the knife fell to the ground with his broken hand. This scene was reflected in Anguo's eyes. Anguo turned his eyes to the soldier who was blocking the knife. He died with a smile. Maybe he thought he could save the general. This was also a matter of fact.

Good thing. Anguo felt very distressed. These two soldiers died for him. If it weren't for them, he would be sleeping on the ground now, not them!

Not only that, as long as he gives the order, every soldier will charge forward. They are still calling to him. They are full of respect for him, and then they are willing to risk the stone and move forward one after another, even if they step on

The bodies of our own people also moved forward without retreating.

When Anguo thought of this, he felt sad for a while, because he always sent these lovely people to the battlefield where life and death were unpredictable one after another. Especially the two soldiers who died to save himself, this scene was vivid in his mind.

, always lingering and lingering.

Anguo felt heartbroken when he thought about it. The first soldier had blocked the first wave of arrows for him, but he still tried his best to block the second wave of arrows for himself.

The second soldier first blocked the fatal knife for himself. He was seriously injured, but he stretched out a hand, yes, the hand on the injured shoulder to block the other enemy soldier's knife. Otherwise, these two blows,

You can't escape. Why are these two people so stupid?

Anguo thought again, even if the enemy's arrows rained down like rain and thousands of arrows were fired, the soldiers still shouted his name as a spiritual encouragement to take the lead bravely, even if all the soldiers in front were killed.

However, the next soldiers still did not give up and continued to rush forward. The ground in front was covered with soldiers. However, their own soldiers still did not flinch. What shot from their eyes was full of respect and trust for themselves.

Anguo's heart ached even more when he thought of this. He really didn't want to go on like this anymore, but what could be done? After all, there were people who carried swords and fought to protect the country, and he also knew the great responsibility of his own.

Tears rolled in An Guo's eyes. These days, he has been feeling bad. No matter what he did, he lost his energy and his depressed state was difficult to change. An Guo would really rather die on the battlefield than himself, not these two.

A soldier who sacrificed his life to save himself.

Anguo didn't know how long he had been feeling guilty and in pain. When he saw a piece of paper in the Four Treasures of the Study, Anguo took it and opened it and read the following content: "You have to think about why they died for you? Because?

You can protect the people! So you can't give up on yourself, but you must keep fighting, otherwise how can you be worthy of the warriors who gave their lives to you? This is the best reward for them, and we must never let them die in vain!"

After this reminder, Anguo couldn't help but think about it, "Yes! Why did they save themselves? They sacrificed their precious lives! Should we let them die in vain? They have the same person as me.

My dream is to protect China, protect the country, and let the people live and work in peace and contentment! Yes! I can't go on like this! Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, I have to move forward bravely with a sword! No matter how difficult it is! I can't back down!"

Anguo couldn't help but figure it out, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Once he figured it out, the psychological package was relieved, and it was much better. Yes! Now he is not fighting alone, and his life is not his own, and the same is true.

Belongs to every soldier who relies on his life!

He also understands his responsibilities. Soldiers are responsible for the country's major events, and the country's security is at stake. How can he continue to degenerate like this? After thinking about it, Anguo moved forward bravely! Keep fighting!

………………

Yang Feixiang, also known as Anguo, was already a general. He had made outstanding achievements in many battles with foreign enemies. He was a hero in the eyes of the people, and he was surrounded by loyal and courageous soldiers who were convinced, loyal to the death, and brave.

The army led by Anguo returned triumphantly again, and his reputation among the people was growing. "General! General!" "Our general! Our hero!" "General! Great general!" cheered loudly and happily.

Flowers were thrown in front of the horse, people jumped for joy, and thousands of people crowded the streets to see the hero's grace.

"General! General!" Shan's shouts never stopped, and the admiring eyes of thousands of people were focused on Anguo, but Anguo's heart was sad, because his hands were covered with blood, and many people died in his hands.

There are too many to count.

He never thought that he would become a general like his father, a soldier who killed countless people. He would never be able to do it, but today he did it, and he did it very well. Many famous generals were defeated by him, and were killed.

Whoever he killed, he was like an invincible general, invincible and unstoppable!

But these did not make Anguo happy. His original dream was not to hold a sword, but to hold a pen. Although China has been martial arts since ancient times, practicing both civil and military arts, and literati also wore swords, he just wanted to be a pure man without swords.

Just a literati.

"General! General!" people cheered, "our patron saint! our hero!"

After Anguo heard this, his heart felt like a knife was cutting him: "You know what? Don't do this again! My father and my son are both great soldiers. Since ancient times, having great achievements and shocking the master is equivalent to death! With military power in hand, and the love of the people, it seems that

How can the monarch not be afraid of this? If you continue to support and revere me like this, it is tantamount to wanting me to die! You are forcing me to die!"

"I don't want to stand above thousands of people and enjoy the praises of thousands of people. I just want to stand in a deserted place and sip a cup of thin tea alone. That's enough! Let go of everything! No more fights, no more disputes.

!It’s impossible! It’s impossible!”

Anguo couldn't help but hold his chest. What appeared in front of his eyes were not only the enemies who died in his hands, but also the soldiers who respected him the most. He took them out of their homes, but what he took them on was a road to death.

, many brave soldiers were laid to rest on the battlefield, and their parents and relatives cried bitterly and were heartbroken.

When he thought of this, Anguo suddenly felt that he hated himself very much. He hated himself very much. He was an executioner who not only killed his enemies, but also killed his own people!
Chapter completed!