Gu Nuo'er bowed her eyebrows at him: "No, I just observed the surroundings."

"However, Brother Huarui has lost his mind. It's really dangerous. Brother Siming, go and bring him here!"

Ye Siming refused to leave Gu Nuo'er's surroundings.

"Don't go. You're here, I don't feel relieved to go, not to mention Jiang Xiaoran dares to be stunned at this juncture, it's time to eat some flesh to increase his memory."

Gu Nuoer's long eyelashes suddenly fanned: "Don't think so, swords have no eyes on the battlefield, what if he dies?"

She tugged at his sleeve: "Brother Siming, go, I'll stay here and not go anywhere."

Ye Siming's thin lips pursed slightly, and he was silent for a moment.

He glanced at the surrounding terrain.

In front of them was a group of wolf army led by Qin Song.

Already counting the kills of the squad.

Behind them were rows of houses of the common people.

There should be no danger.

"I'll leave Xiao Hei to you. It's clever, and it will carry you to me as soon as I have something to do."

Ye Siming patted the horse's head and got a perfunctory snort from the war horse.

After he said that, he turned over and dismounted, and Gu Nuoer grabbed the reins.

She blinked her star-like eyes: "Come on, brother Siming."

Ye Siming nodded: "I'll be back soon, don't dismount."

He walked quickly to Jiang Xiaoran's position.

The cold snow was flying, blowing the tip of Gu Nuo'er's nose pink.

She looked at the battle in front of her.

There was no bloodshed as she imagined.

Almost all Jin troops, as long as they lay down their weapons, will only become prisoners, not killed.

Ye Siming also did not allow the soldiers to burn the city.

So apart from the blazing light of the torches, there was no other raging fire.

Ye Siming walked towards Jiang Xiaoran and directly reached out to hold his collar.

Then--

"boom."

Ye Siming pushed him aside, Jiang Xiaoran directly bumped into the outer wall of a house!

Before Jiang Xiaoran could react, he heard Ye Siming ask in a cold voice, "Aren't you confused enough?"

"You can die in battle because you can't beat it, but you can't die in a sneak attack because of a momentary distraction and negligence!"

Jiang Xiaoran knew that his sudden daze was a taboo on the battlefield.

In the face of Ye Siming's long eyes, there was a gloomy look in his eyes.

He said absentmindedly: "Si Ming, along the way, we have killed all Jin soldiers who were about our age or who were in their prime."

"But just now, I killed an old man about my grandfather's age!"

"The state of Jin has begun to enlist veterans. After I finished, I thought of my grandfather, and I..."

Jiang Xiaoran covered his eyes in pain: "I can't stand it."

Ye Siming stared at him with a calm expression.

"No one wants to die." He said lightly: "But in this world, there are opposites of different choices."

"The state of Jin is not good for Daqi first, so we will send troops to attack today. Everything has a price."

"Those who didn't want to die gave up their resistance and obtained forgiveness, and some soldiers still chose to charge into battle with swords and guns."

"Because of these people, national justice is more important than personal life in their hearts."

"You pitiful that old soldier you killed, this idea is a bit of a woman's kindness."

"Don't you think that his choice of giving up surrender and still killing the enemy with his sword means that he is ready to die in battle?"

"You thought he was forced to, but have you ever thought about it, what if it was his own righteousness?"

"In every country, there are people who dare to live and die for it."

"His ending, his choice, is his price."

Jiang Xiaoran was startled, as if he had been empowered.