Transmigrated into a short-lived widow? Cold-faced uncle fights for my life

Time will always give the answer.

While Wei Jing was struggling over whether it was right or wrong, the result came out in just over a month.

The war between the two sides became increasingly tense, and new tora incense could no longer be transported from the northern border. As the tora incense in the army became increasingly scarce, clues began to appear on the soldiers.

Without medication to control their pain, their pain began to multiply.

The pain was like a raging fire burning their hearts, making it unbearable for them. It was even worse than before and they even had hallucinations, causing their skin to be scratched and ulcerated and bleeding!

On the day when there was no more incense left, the entire camp once again turned into a hell on earth.

If it was just an ordinary hell before, then it is Shura Hell now!

It's a scene that you don't want to look at again after taking a look.

Everyone was clamoring for that spice, even if it was just a sniff!

Suddenly, someone grabbed Wei Jing's boots.

He lowered his head and saw a young soldier whom he had once praised had a broken leg, was so thin that his cheeks were sunken, veins were bulging on his forehead, his eyes were red, and drool was flowing from his mouth.

He was like a demon crawling out of hell, constantly clinging to him, with bloody scratches on the back of his hands.

He said, "Deputy General Wei, please let me smell the fragrance, just one breath, even if it means I will die!"

Wei Jing was shocked!

He felt like he was immersed in ice, freezing cold all over, but unable to resist.

So he went to find Wei Zhi again, wanting to ask him what to do.

But I happened to hear his discussion with the commanders.

Since this group of wounded soldiers are no longer useful and are addicted to Indra incense, they have become completely useless.

So I just dealt with them all together.

Set a big fire and burn them all!

Wei Jing couldn't believe it and rushed into the tent to refute, but the soldiers looked at him with extremely dissatisfied eyes. It was Wei Zhi who pulled him out.

Wei Jing tried to explain himself in a hurry, but his brother, who was always gentle and kind to him, actually slapped him hard!

On his face was a coldness and cruelty that he had never seen before, even mixed with a bit of disappointment.

He sighed and told the story.

"Second brother, do you know what you are talking about? Those wounded soldiers are just a burden to us! They need medicine and food every day. They used to boost morale, but now they look like half-humans and half-ghosts. They will only scare those healthy soldiers who are still fighting. Who will take on this responsibility?"

Wei Jing's eyes were red with anger, and he refused to agree no matter what.

"But brother, don't forget who gave them the tulala incense. It was obviously you! When you gave it to them, didn't you know that it was addictive? If you knew, why did you give it to them?"

Until now, he still can't forget Wei Zhi's helpless smile, with his hands behind his back and a look of compassion for him.

Those gentle eyes contained deep sympathy and sorrow for these soldiers.

"I knew they would not live long, so why couldn't I let them live their last days happily and comfortably? How do you know that they were reunited with their families in a hallucination and returned victoriously because they didn't have the Indra incense?"

"Second brother, I've said that being honest is a good thing, but being too honest and not being able to adapt is downright stupid!"

Wei Jing fell into silence. Fortunately, Wei Zhi still assured him that he would discuss it with the commanders again and try not to kill the wounded soldiers.

He believed it.

However, when he was tossing and turning that night and couldn't sleep, he heard someone shouting, "There's a fire!"

He instantly realized that the situation was not good and rushed to put out the fire, but the flames were soaring into the sky and he knew at a glance that it was premeditated!

He heard roars and screams coming from the tent. Someone was trying desperately to climb out. He could even see the panic in the eyes of the young soldier, and his determination to survive.

Wei Jing subconsciously reached out and wanted to pull him out, but was pulled hard by the guard behind him.

With a clang, the tent collapsed in front of him!

The wailing inside became more intense, but soon, there was no sound at all...

The fire burned all night long.

By the time dawn broke the next day, all the wounded soldiers had already turned into corpses on the ground...

Wei Jing couldn't believe it. He knelt down and looked at the devastation. He couldn't believe that they died just like that and disappeared before his eyes!

He wanted to save them, but he was powerless.

Not far away, the group of soldiers came.

It is said that men don't shed tears easily, but they were wearing armor that shone coldly, kneeling on the ashes, crying bitterly.

For the wounded who died unexpectedly, or for their secret and unpredictable thoughts...

The cruelty on the battlefield is never just on the front lines, isn’t it the same in the rear as well?

Wei Jing became numb and heard Wei Zhi whispering in his ear.

"Second brother, everything in this world can't go as you wish. They are no longer of any use and they don't even want to live anymore, so it's better to just end it like this. The military will give them a much higher pension than others, which is enough for their wives and children to live comfortably, so you don't have to feel sad for them."

"Everyone has his own destiny, and the battlefield is always changing rapidly. Maybe one day you and I will die on the battlefield, or our fate may be the same as theirs, and we will die in a fire..."

In the end, Wei Zhi's words came true.

He was not burned to death by the fire, but died on the battlefield.

Perhaps it was after his death that all previous disagreements or other reasons disappeared with Wei Zhi's death.

Wei Jing had to pick up his legacy, continue to serve the country, bravely kill the enemy, and thus make a name for himself.

He did not forget Wei Zhi's teachings to him.

But he never forgot what he did, things that he couldn't understand, extremely cruel, but were called right!

As he made great achievements, the soldiers who once looked down on him gradually began to smile at him, and even praised him for doing much better than Wei Zhi.

Every time this happened, Wei Jing would always think of them kneeling on the pile of corpses and crying in pain.

He just felt sick.

At that time, even though the entire tent had been burned to nothing left, when the wind blew past, he could still remember the strong scent of tulula in the air.

Very strange taste.

Now that I think about it, it seems to be made of blood...

So, how could he not hate this kind of fragrance? He simply hated it to the core!

Thinking of this, Wei Jing's eyes became sharp again.

He drew the soft sword from his waist, pointed it at the spice merchant's throat, his eyes bloodshot.

"I'll ask you again, where did you take my sister-in-law? Hand her over immediately!"

Just as he finished speaking, the spice merchant shivered and had not yet had time to speak when a breeze rushed in from the backyard.

"General, Miss Hua Cui, come to the backyard quickly!"