Chapter 295 (1/2)

Han Zhan doesn't seem to know how to speak.

The silence of the air made people dizzy.

After a long time, I heard him say slowly: ”when you saw more than 100 live innocent lives, they died in front of you. The blood stained the flying snow. Some people even died without a whole body. Many of them met every day and talked to you in the evening. They all died in an instant...”

In those days, he never had a good sleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was full of dead people. His eyes hurt and the whole person was about to explode.

He dared not close his eyes or sleep. He thought he was afraid of being ill, crazy and suffering from hysteria. He always felt that as soon as he bowed his head and turned around, those people called him behind him: ”little marquis.”

He could almost hear those people tearing their hearts and lungs in his ears and asking him, ”young Marquis, why didn't you save us because our lives are like grass mustard?”

He could even smell the pungent smell of blood.

However, as soon as I looked up, those illusions suddenly burst and disappeared.

He was tortured to be crazy, but he dared not say, even forced to smile and pretended to be indifferent.

In just a few days, Yu hanzhan has been in the spring and autumn for more than ten years. He is exhausted after a long suffering.

He thought that if he could, he would rather die to apologize to the spirits of those innocent people.

He admitted that he was a coward. His father, Zhongyong Hou, was brave all his life, fought on the battlefield and killed countless enemies. Zhongyong Hou was full of martyrs, defending the country and guarding the frontier from generation to generation, but he was a coward who only knew eating, drinking and playing, didn't learn and was shameful.