Wu Er looked at Gu Qiqi suspiciously, trying to find evidence of deja vu from Gu Qiqi's delicate little face.
But not.
He had never seen this beautiful, picturesque, but indifferent woman.
Why does he always feel a lingering sense of familiarity? What a hell.
Wu Er was wondering, but Gu Qiqi's vocal conclusion sounded in his ears: "These people were killed by the imperial army!"
"What?!" Wu Er lost his voice, everyone was shocked!
Especially Gong Jue, who had been silent, clenched his palms when he heard the conclusion of the imperial army killing people, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out.
He has been in charge of the imperial army for many years, and his military style is prudent. Every soldier loves his people like his son. How can he do such a cruel and degrading thing?
He has only been away for three years. Is that so much change?
Faced with the shock of everyone, Gu Qiqi was still calm as water: "This road is the only entrance for the imperial army to enter the Hanbei Ridge. In terms of time, the last batch of troops opened two days ago, and the time coincides. In terms of killing methods, are you familiar with the weapons of the imperial army? Just look at the bullets and knives left on the victim's limbs."
Every weapon has different traces after killing.
The bullets of the Empire are different from those of the S country.
If anyone is most familiar with the weapons of the imperial army, it is none other than Gongjue.
However, Gong Jue did not come forward to check.
Instead, it was one of his mercenaries who rushed up to check it out curiously. He came back and slapped his tongue and said, "Fuck, boss, it was really done by a member of the Imperial Army. The knife edge is a trace of the imperial army. It’s a K0258 model, also dedicated to the Imperial Army."
Gong Jue was silent for a long time.
In fact, he already had the answer in his mind, the same answer as Gu Qiqi's judgment.
It's just that this answer is too cruel, and he hardly wants to face it.
Three years.
Even if he left the core of the empire's power, left the team he loved, and dismissed the people who misunderstood him, he did not hate the soldiers in his heart, hoping that they would be stronger, better, and more loyal to guard the country.
But now...
I don't know how many people were in the killing team, and what proportion was in the imperial army?
How can such an undisciplined, bloodthirsty and cruel team be able to beat people from Country S?
Gong Jue was worried.
Wu Er squeezed his chin and wondered suspiciously about everyone's conclusion: "You all said that the imperial army killed their own civilians, but I don't understand their motives. If there is no reasonable reason, I don't think At the moment of the war, they have the leisure to kill these villagers who have no power to restrain the chicken! This is meaningless..."
"Meaning?" Gu Qiqi interrupted him coldly, "Killing needs meaning?"
Wu Er was stunned, and the lingering sense of familiarity surged for Mao. He felt that he would be speechless if he said anything?
This feeling is very uncomfortable, especially when a woman is suppressed. He can't help but refute: "If it doesn't make sense, then what do you say they kill for?"
Gu Qiqi asked, "Don't you notice, what's the difference between these dead?"
"Yes, it's all old people, children, and young adults..." Wu Er straightened his neck and tried hard to argue with Gu Qiqi, trying to get better, but when he was halfway through the conversation, he suddenly stopped automatically.
Because he also suddenly discovered something wrong, and understood Gu Qiqi's intention to ask him back.
Among the dead, all were old people, children and men.
What about young women?
Not a young woman!
what does this mean? ? ?