Yun Qingluo glanced at the equipment in the courtyard next door and sneered, "Since you've chosen to leave, chosen to be a deserter, why continue to demand yourself according to the rules of a soldier? Why continue to train hard every day? Why not completely abandon this soldier's spirit and turn yourself into a bandit?"
“You can’t let go, your conscience won’t allow it, and deep down you know that this is not Mo Beichen’s fault alone. When you wake up at night, you miss that military uniform and that battlefield. You are still passionate young people with ambition and dreams.”
"No, no, no," someone retorted, but their voice was weak and feeble.
Yun Qingluo looked around at the twenty-three people in the courtyard. "You hate Mo Beichen, so why didn't you rush in and kill him to vent your anger when he fell into the advanced maze? Why did you only dare to let him wander around the maze like a headless fly and not dare to go and see him?"
The crowd looked grim; Yun Qingluo had spoken their minds.
The gang leader, being a seasoned veteran, quickly regained his composure and interrupted Yun Qingluo, "So what? Take him away and don't come to the Southwest again."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a deep, magnetic voice rang out, "Why can't I come to the Southwest?"
A thought suddenly flashed through Yun Qingluo's mind: Achen had once said that they needed a regent.
Does "them" also include the twenty-three people here?
Everyone froze, as if a pause button had been pressed, and dared not move.
Yun Qingluo glanced at Mo Beichen and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was not injured.
Mo Beichen walked over and glared at Yun Qingluo.
They dared to drink so much; we'll settle the score when we get back.
Yun Qinglu blinked. How can you create a good atmosphere without drinking?
Yun Ziheng and Yun Ziyu walked to Yun Qingluo's side and looked at her with concern, but this was not a good time to gossip.
They never dreamed that the so-called bandits were actually the first Mo family army under the prince's command.
"Weren't you quite eloquent just now? What, you can't say it in front of me?" Mo Beichen walked to the gang leader's side, stopped, and looked back at the crowd.
The gang leader's voice trembled as he croaked, "You, you..."
After rambling on for a while, I really don't know what to say.
Mo Beichen glanced at Yun Qingluo out of the corner of his eye, then turned back and said, "The Princess just apologized to you on my behalf. Are you really at peace with yourselves?"
Mo Beichen swept across the entire scene with an imposing aura, and the twenty-three people knelt down with a thud.
"Did I say that if the situation becomes unfavorable, we should retreat immediately?"
"Did I not warn you that whether to pursue or retreat, the decision should be made upon my return?"
"I have instructed them all that even if we are defeated, they must all return safely."
"Mo Yi, how did you die? Do you need me to remind you again?" As he said this, Mo Beichen's eyes reddened slightly, and his voice trembled a little.
Tears streamed down everyone's faces.
Mo Yi, whose skills are second only to the Regent, was personally trained by the Prince and is as close to the Prince as brothers.
The prince kept them behind and ordered them to follow Mo Yi's command. Seeing the enemy country defeated, they insisted on pursuing the victory and ignored the prince's instructions and Mo Yi's command.
As a result, Mo Yi was captured, tortured, chopped into pieces, and sent to the Regent in a box.
The prince was blinded by rage, which is why no news of defeat was reported from the court.
It wasn't until Mo Feng arrived on horseback to report that Yun Qingluo had woken up that the prince regained his senses.
The enemy country, terrified of being slaughtered, didn't dare utter a single word, agreed to peace talks, and ceded two cities as an apology.
"I thought that giving you these years would allow you to come to your senses, but now it seems that I am truly disappointed."
"Since that's the case, I'll make it clear right now: I have never..."
Yun Qingluo suddenly ran over and threw herself into Mo Beichen's arms. Mo Beichen quickly reached out to support Yun Qingluo and said angrily, "Nonsense! The ground is slippery. What if you fall?"
Yun Qingluo looked up and said aggrievedly, "Achen, I'm cold."
How could Mo Beichen not understand her thoughts? He sighed, pulled her into his arms, and heard Yun Qingluo whisper, "Achen, don't abandon them again."
Mo Beichen froze, and Yun Qingluo gently pried open his tightly clenched fists one by one, as if all his strength had been drained.
He felt guilty, but he couldn't bear to watch her die.
How could he not feel guilty? When he woke up at night, all he saw were the severed limbs and blood of his soldiers scattered everywhere.
He dared not sleep, fearing the soldiers would blame him. He was busy day and night. He went to the battlefield in a wheelchair, not for that thin imperial edict, but to make himself feel better.
It seemed that the more enemies he killed, the less pain his brothers would suffer.
Everyone burst into tears, and the gang leader crawled on his knees to Mo Beichen's front.
"General, we know we were wrong."
Mo Beichen was pulled back to his senses by their sorrowful voices. He swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth and asked coldly, "Where did you go wrong?"
"Disobeying the prince's orders, ignoring the deputy general's commands, defying military orders, acting willfully, and causing the deaths of soldiers," the crowd cried in unison.
Upon hearing this, Mo Beichen closed his eyes, then slowly opened them again. "No, your mistake was failing to bring them back safely. I ensured that not a single one of you returned unharmed..."
Yun Qingluo sensed the immense sorrow emanating from Mo Beichen, and her heart ached so much that she could hardly breathe.
If it weren't for this trip to Southwest China, which happened by chance, she really wouldn't have known that her Ah Chen was carrying all these burdens.
Twenty-three men were sobbing uncontrollably.
Mo Beichen didn't say anything, he just calmly watched them cry until their voices subsided.
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