The four fields are silent.

Hundreds of eyes gathered on him Ning Xuanyuan alone.

Though.

The moonlight is sparse, and his facial features cannot be clearly distinguished.

However, almost at the same time, everyone had an epiphany.

Previously, because he deliberately paid attention to the arrogance of the Chu family, he passively ignored the object they targeted, and it turned out to be so ...... The air is magnificent.

Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

Only this cross, in a word.

Even if the young master of the Gu family with the golden top line stood side by side with Ning Xuanyuan, he also lost a lot in terms of temperament and even momentum.

"He's so handsome. ”

"Handsome and masculine, the facial features give people a strong sense of three-dimensionality, they are really handsome, I really want to take a bite. ”

The sparse sound of discussion was blown by the wind and came from farther away.

Murong Anran instinctively clenched her father's five fingers, and for a faint moment, the softest place in the deepest part of her heart seemed to have been hit by something.

The love of children is always in a thought.

The next second.

Murong Anran's face was crimson and shy.

Murong Xiong doted on this daughter, but there were some things to be clarified, so the old father hit the nail on the head and said, "Don't be delusional, you are not worthy of him." ”

Murong Anran's eyelashes trembled, and while he was puzzled, he felt a little lost in his heart.

"Do you know who he is?"

Murong Xuan remembered that when he left.

Not far away, he has already worn the first general star, and now, after many years, I am afraid that one or two more have been added, or even more than that.

The area he guarded was 800,000 miles of mountains and rivers.

How many young sons died, how tall the tired mountains of corpses.

That's why it's hard to support him, the immortal star who stands in all directions, stands alone, and carries the burden of his family and country on his shoulders on his two arms? !

"It's too hard, it's too hard. ”

Murong Xiong's lips and teeth squirmed, his voice trembled, and he remembered that Jinling, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, had killed countless heroes in battle, and future generations would not forget it, and he was the teacher of his predecessors.

But you should also look at the distant border......

Some of them are only sixteen or seventeen years old, and they are in the prime of life, and they have not yet appreciated the beauty of this world.

In the end, even if he died, he had to use his bones to protect this mountain and river.

Qingshan buries loyal bones everywhere.

Why do you need to return the Horse Leather Shroud!

Yes, they don't need a thick burial, they don't need to beat gongs and drums, they just ask for a tombstone, lie in a beautiful place by the side of their home, and smile at Jiuquan.

"Father. ”

Since he met Ning Xuanyuan today, Murong Xiong, who has always been always steady, has had several emotional breakdowns, which made Murong Anran feel very uncomfortable.

She took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped away the tears from the corners of Murong Xiong's eyes.

Murong Xiong shook his head and sighed, not because he was very old and easy to touch the scene, but because he had been away from his youth for ten years, he saw him again - Ning Xuanyuan.

Murong Anran followed Murong Xiong's line of sight, and his attention returned to Ning Xuanyuan in the distance, "You seem to respect him very much?"

"Why me?" said Murong Xiong.

Border Pass Erlang died in battle.

After each battle, recalling the robe that was still eating meat and drinking together yesterday, he was lying there in a blink of an eye, not moving at all, maybe everyone was sad and sad.

However.

The person who is really lonely is actually him.

However, he Ning Xuanyuan is general, even if his heart is like a knife, he can only endure it, the tragedy on the battlefield, nine times out of ten, there are less than one or two people who can talk to others.

Everything, everything.

It's all pressed in the bottom of my heart, whether it's sad or miserable, I can only support myself.

"In the place where I once served, there was a general's grave, which was, is, and will be there. Murong Xiong took a few deep breaths and became emotional.

Shogun mound, shogun mound.

As the name suggests, it is a mound of clothes left for the general.

During those difficult years, the war was tight, maybe this battle went out, and everyone couldn't come back.

Someday, if I die in battle.

There is no need for a state funeral.

Let me rather someone lie here quietly, I want to accompany this group of young sons on the battlefield who I brought out by myself, and sleep together between the mountains and rivers!

Yes......

Behind the shogun's mound.

There are also tens of thousands of tombs that are neatly placed and regularly memorialized, and at a glance, it seems that they are almost unable to find the edge.

They are all robes that have died in battle.

Murong Xiong will always remember that picture.

The end of World War I.

Ning Xuanyuan, who was lucky not to die, refused to be accompanied by any subordinates, and sat alone in front of the tomb of 10,000 people, holding the newly prepared tombstone, and carved out the name of every young man who died heroically.

He personally erected a monument for them and engraved their names, and every moment was a stroke, and his heart was like a knife!

A monument, a life.

At that time, he should have been so sad and lonely.

After the carving, he would stand in front of the tomb of 10,000 people, look up at the sky with his hands clenched into fists, climb from the full moon to the sky, and stand quietly until the third day, or even the fourth day, when dusk approached.

He was keeping a watch for them who were sleeping.

The sunset has been countless times, outlining his Ning Xuanyuan standing in a dignified position, but he is extremely lonely.

In fact.

Every time he goes out on an expedition, he hopes that the person who dies in battle is him Ning Xuanyuan himself, but every time, it is one young body after another around him, and he never gets up again when he falls.

"Look at him, how prominent and beautiful he is now, in fact, these are all things he deserves. ”

Murong Xiong withdrew from his memories, glanced at Ning Xuanyuan from a distance, and smiled happily.

In time.

People in this world, if they know how much blood and sweat he Ning Xuanyuan has paid for this mountain and river, they may be able to understand why he dares to be so glorious? !

Because, it is deserved.

If there is no Ning Xuanyuan, a peerless general who was born out of nowhere, maybe there will be more sons and daughters on the battlefield who died in battle!!

Really, the country's warriors are unparalleled!

"When he was twenty years old, he shouldered the prosperity of his family and country, and in the past ten years, how much sourness he has experienced in his heart, how many scars he has left on his body, and how many robes he has sent away with his own hands, only he knows it. ”

In a split second.

Murong Anran covered his small mouth and widened his eyes, unable to believe what his father said.

Twenty years old?

Murong Anran, remembering that when he was twenty years old, he was still pampered and unscrupulously squandered his splendid youth......

"He's a general!"

At the end, Murong Xiong spat out these three words in a deep voice.

Murong Anran was at a loss for a moment, "He's a big, great general?"

I thought that he was only one level higher than his father, but I didn't expect that he was the untitleable general of the town!

He had been in battle.

He once sealed the wolf Juxu and Le Shi Yanran.

He also once went out with the coffin prepared for himself, either slaughtering the enemy in one battle, or leaning his back in front of the country, fighting to death, and not kneeling.

He even said......

The people of this world do not owe him Ning Xuanyuan.

However, after Ning Xuanyuan was owed to him, those hundreds of thousands of heroic martyrs on the battlefield bowed and saluted!!

Xiang, the soldiers of the country who died in battle.

With all due respect.

Hero, go well!!

(End of chapter)