Wu Er looked at Gu Qiqi in confusion, trying to find familiar evidence from Gu Qiqi's delicate little face.

However, it did not.

He has never seen this woman with bright eyebrows and eyes, but cold and calm eyes.

Why does he always feel a lingering sense of familiarity? It's a hell.

Wu Er was wondering, but Gu Qiqi's loud conclusion sounded in his ears: "These people were killed by the Imperial Army!"

"What?!" Wu Er lost his voice and everyone was shocked!

Especially Gong Jue, who had been silent, when he heard the conclusion that the Imperial Army killed people, he clenched his palms and burst out his forehead.

He has been in charge of the imperial army for many years, and his military appearance and style have been purged. Every soldier loves the people as his son. How could he do such a tragic and humble thing?

He has only been away for three years. Is it so much that the change?

Faced with the shock of everyone, Gu Qiqi was still as calm as water: "This road is the only entrance for the Imperial Army to enter Hanbeiling. In terms of time, the previous group of troops drove two days ago, and the time coincided. In terms of killing methods, are you familiar with the weapons of the Imperial Army? Look at the remaining bullets and knife edges on the victim's body, you can tell at a glance."

Each weapon has different traces left after killing.

The bullets of the empire are different from those of S country.

If anyone is most familiar with the weapons of the Imperial Army, it is the Palace Master.

However, Gong Jue did not come forward to check.

On the contrary, a mercenary under him rushed up curiously to check it out, and came back and said: "Damn it, boss, it was really done by people from the Imperial Army. The blade is a trace of the Imperial Army's spear, and the bullet is a K0258 model, which is also used for the Imperial Army."

The palace master remained silent for a long time.

In fact, he had already had the answer in his mind, the same answer as Gu Qiqi's judgment.

But this answer is too cruel and he almost doesn't want to face it.

Three years have passed.

Even though he left the core of the empire's power and the team he loved, and was disdainful to those people who misunderstand him, he did not hate the soldiers in his heart, hoping that they would protect this country stronger, better and more loyally.

But now...

I don’t know how many people are in the killing team and what proportion they account for in the Imperial Army?

How could such a team without discipline and bloodthirsty and cruelty beat people from Country S?

Gong Jue was worried.

Wu Er pinched his chin and pondered everyone's conclusion suspiciously: "You all say that the imperial army killed their own people, but I can't understand the motivation for them to do so. If there is no reason to say, I don't think that in the war, they have the leisure to kill these villagers who are powerless! This is meaningless..."

"Significance?" Gu Qiqi interrupted him coldly, "Murder requires meaning?"

Wu Er was stunned, and felt that lingering familiarity aroused by Mao again, feeling that he would be speechless if he said anything?

This feeling was very unpleasant, especially when he was suppressed by a woman, and he couldn't help but refute: "If there is no point, why do you say they killed people for?"

But Gu Qiqi asked back: "Didn't you notice what the difference between these dead?"

"Yes, they are all old men and children and young and middle-aged people..." Wu Er tried to argue with Gu Qiqi with his neck, trying to get taller. However, halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped automatically.

Because, he suddenly realized something was wrong and understood Gu Qiqi's intention to ask him back.

Among the dead, all the elderly, children and men were old.

What about the young woman?

There is not a single young woman!
Chapter completed!