This is the Zhao family. As long as they can satisfy their own selfish desires, they don't care if everyone else dies; for their so-called love, they don't care how many sacrifices are made!
What were Lin Fengyu's feelings at that moment?
Zhao Lele laughed wildly, excitedly anticipating Lin Fengyu's reaction. At that moment, her face was even contorted with rage.
However, Lin Fengyu didn't even glance at her!
Lin Fengyu, ignoring her argument with Zhao Lele, started rummaging through the house. She had already washed away her past and was living a normal life in this small village. However, this time, in just a few seconds, she grabbed the suitcase she had brought from the Zhao family and ran to the beach.
Of course, before leaving, she didn't forget to lock the small house and keep Zhao Lele inside to prevent her from causing trouble.
Using the seawater as a mirror, Lin Fengyu opened the old box, applied makeup, and changed into the gorgeous clothes and accessories Zhao Cheng had given her. Dressed up beautifully, she gracefully walked up to General Qian.
General Qian and Zhao Cheng were colleagues and shared very similar tastes. Sure enough, just like Zhao Cheng had been back then, he was instantly captivated by Lin Fengyu.
Lin Fengyu actually wanted to use herself to seduce General Qian and beg him to let these self-combing women go!
General Qian was in a very difficult position.
If we let these self-combing women go, Principal Kou will make him pay. But if we don't let them go... this beautiful woman in front of us just said that if he tries to conscript more women, she'll just slit her own throat with a hairpin right in front of him.
After much deliberation, General Qian was still reluctant to give up the unexpected good fortune, and of course, he was also afraid of Principal Kou's imposing presence. In the end, he made a middle choice:
General Qian's original intention was to conscript everyone in the village. The more the merrier! He wanted to perform well. He could also distribute the spoils among his colleagues who had also been assigned this arduous task—a win-win situation for everyone.
Now, for the sake of beauty, General Qian has no choice but to painfully forget his camaraderie with his colleagues, which is undoubtedly a great sacrifice!
General Qian said:
He had to conscript the required number of women for the military amusement park—twelve. In other words, he had to take twelve of these self-combed women with him. The rest, General Qian could spare.
This is the most tragic scene in the script.
More than a hundred self-combed women stood in an irregular square formation, behind them lay a small, ravaged fishing village. In front of them stood a tall, imposing general and countless, dark-skinned soldiers, each carrying a gun.
Lin Fengyu, dressed in elaborate makeup and fine clothes, stood between the two groups of people, like a brightly colored dividing line.
One, two, three.
Under the silent, tearful gaze of all the women, eleven women stepped out of the ranks and walked towards the soldiers carrying guns. Including Lin Fengyu, there were exactly twelve.
The river wind howled.
Here, Luo Yao adopted the composition of the famous painting "The Last Supper." Lin Fengyu's position is precisely where Jesus is; while General Qian's position is the position of the traitor Judas.
Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs.
General Qian and Lin Fengyu made a three-point agreement on the spot. Lin Fengyu requested that he would visit the village often to see the self-combed women, and that no one should be missing except for normal births, old age, sickness and death.
In full view of everyone and in front of his soldiers, General Qian swore an oath to Guan Yu. He also left a protective plaque for the small village.
Lin Fengyu glanced in the direction of the village with tears in her eyes, then mounted General Qian's horse.
Just then, a furious roar suddenly erupted from the crowd:
"don't want!"
It was Zhao Lele! She smashed open the door and rushed out!
Lin Fengyu knew Zhao Lele's temper and quickly signaled to the self-combing women to pull Zhao Lele away. But everyone had already guessed that it was Zhao Lele, the traitor, who had led the soldiers in. They hated her too much to help her.
In the end, no one paid any attention to Zhao Lele, letting her pounce on General Qian's horse and rage at him.
Zhao Lele naively denounced General Qian's inhumanity and injustice, and angrily scolded him for breaking his promise. In the end, she even brought up her own father, saying that Lin Fengyu was Zhao Cheng's woman—and that General Qian was picking up Zhao Cheng's old shoes.
General Qian initially took the first part as a joke. However, upon hearing the second part, he flew into a rage and lashed Zhao Lele across the face with his whip!
Zhao Lele, who used to love whipping others, is now experiencing the taste of being whipped herself.
Zhao Lele rolled on the ground, howling in pain as she was whipped, still cursing angrily. General Qian grew increasingly enraged, drew his pistol, and prepared to end Zhao Lele's life!
At the critical moment, Lin Feng used subtle and ingratiating language to finally appease General Qian and persuade him to release Zhao Lele.
Watching Lin Fengyu's obsequious and ingratiating manner towards General Qian, Zhao Lele's mind flashed back to countless moments spent with Lin Fengyu and Zhao Cheng. General Qian's image gradually merged with Zhao Cheng's...
General Qian kicked Zhao Lele in disgust and was about to turn and leave. Suddenly, Zhao Lele, whose flesh was already mangled and bloody, let out a desperate roar and leaped up from the ground!
Zhao Lele pounced on General Qian and bit his neck—the very spot where she had killed Zhao Cheng with her dagger.
General Qian was enraged and picked up his gun, pressing it against Zhao Lele's abdomen to fire.
At the critical moment, Lin Fengyu rushed forward and used her gold hairpin to plunge it into General Qian's neck!
General Qian looked on incredulously and was about to fire again when he coughed up blood. His soldiers, fearing for their lives, dared not fire on Lin and Zhao, lest they accidentally injure General Qian.
Just as the situation reached a stalemate, a roar suddenly erupted from the group of self-combing women: "Charge! We'll die whether we wait here or charge forward! Charge!"
The self-combed women, as if waking from a dream, picked up stones, axes, and fishhooks, and with these most primitive weapons and their own flesh and blood, charged towards the soldiers...
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