Chapter 1982: hypocrisy! (1/2)

There was silence all around, and everyone held their breath and waited for Gu Zhengyang's decision.

Gu Zhengyang didn't even look at the sword under his feet, and said lightly: ”I won't kill you.”

Zhao Lie coughed violently again, spit out a clot of almost solidified blood, and finally stood up tremblingly, staring at Gu Zhengyang with complex expressions for a while, and walked out without looking back.

”Zhao Lie, you can still stay in Taiping Walled City and continue to be your exploration captain.”

Gu Zhengyang exclaimed, ”No one will drive you away, you are indeed a very qualified exploration captain!”

Zhao Lie turned a deaf ear and staggered forward. When he walked out of the armored chariot, he looked at the wounded soldiers far and near, and suddenly asked: ”The village chief, after the fierce battle last night, there were a lot of wounded soldiers, except ours. In addition to the people, there are other people from the village who are too late to take away—how are you going to deal with these people and kill them all?”

Gu Zhengyang was startled slightly and shook his head: ”You know, I won't kill them, just throw them over the red line, that's it.”

Zhao Lie smiled, and continued to ask: ”You won't kill the old, weak, sick and disabled in other villages, women and children?”

Gu Zhengyang still shook his head: ”Naturally I will not kill women and children.”

Zhao Lie's eyes sharpened again: ”Even if these women and children participated in the battle last night, they killed our soldiers?”

Gu Zhengyang hesitated for a moment, and sighed: ”I said just now, the risk is too high to rush into a raid. I just want to bring my brothers and supplies back to Taiping City as soon as possible.”

”Haha, hahahaha!”

Zhao Lie suddenly raised his head and laughed. The laughter was both miserable and tragic. He turned his head and pointed to Gu Zhengyang’s nose and said: ”The village chief, you think you don’t kill these defeated soldiers and their wives and children by yourself. It’s an act of righteousness. ,is not it?

”As everyone knows, these seriously injured people don't have enough medication and a lot of food to recover. They are still the word'death'!

”Without the shelter of these young and middle-aged people, how can the old, weak, sick, women and children survive on the evil soil? Either they starve to death, or they are enslaved by gangs and other large villages and become slave soldiers. And the prostitute, ended up in a life that is worse than death!

”Hmph, killing them with a single knife, on the contrary, gave them a joy, but your'act of benevolence” is to cut them thousands of times, slowly tortured, and endure a hundred times more pain than death!

”Have you really never thought about this? Or are you just insisting on some boring morality and don't want your hands to be stained with blood?”

”It's useless, you're in the ugly soil, and your hands have long been stained with the blood of countless old and weak women and children. They can't be washed no matter how you wash them!”

Gu Zhengyang hadn't been knocked down by Zhao Lie's **** claws just now, but at this moment, he seemed to have been hit hard by his words and injured his internal organs. He snorted and his face became pale.

”You let me go today and stand from my own perspective. Of course, thank you for letting me go.”

Zhao Lie paused and said, ”However, from the perspective of Taiping Walled City, it has become more and more proving that you are an indecisive, indecisive, vacillating coward. People like you are not qualified to be a Taiping Walled City. The village chief, can't protect the comprehensiveness of so many people-even if your strength is strong, you can't do it!

”I ask you one last time. The knife is under your feet and my neck is here. Kill or not?”

Gu Zhengyang gritted his teeth, his forehead burst with blue veins, and after struggling for a long time, he still spit out a hard as iron word: ”Get out!”

”You will regret it.”

After saying this, Zhao Lie didn't look back, like an eagle with its broken wings, walking out step by step.

Zhao Chong stared blankly for a long time, stared at Gu Zhengyang and Han Te with a bitter bit of bitterness, stomped his foot, chased after him, and supported his father.

The two father and son leaned against each other, disappearing into the billowing wind and dust, deep in the ruins.

Many villagers wanted to say something but stopped, and they were all blocked by Gu Zhengyang with a wave of hands: ”Don't say anything, bandage the wounded, gather the supplies, and return to the Taiping Walled City as quickly as possible!”

…

This time Godsend Ceremony, the casualties were heavy, but the harvest was more than in previous years. It took a full day to move all the materials back to the iron-hulled ship in the Taiping Walled City, and the power rune array at the bottom of the ship was launched to re-drive the ship back. Anchor in the middle of the lake.

Gu Zhengyang seemed to have been hit hard. After the fierce battle, he returned to his ill appearance, handing over the chores to others, and plunged into the greenhouse full of golden barley, and never came out again.

When Hante and Liuli took Li Yao in to check, he was holding a golden barley, smelling the full fragrance, motionless like a statue.

”Dad, are you all right!”

Liuli was the first to pounce, and very worriedly grabbed Gu Zhengyang's scarred hand.

”Don't worry, it's okay.”