"Back then, you said that fate is fate whether you resist or not, and you didn't have time to expand the idea of regret before, I'll piece it together little by little. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "Bamboo Basket thought in her heart, she didn't dare to openly disobey the future of divination, and change the people Tuoba Qian would meet, so as not to happen something unpredictable, what she could do was to change within the rules.

The tea was cold, the bamboo basket stood up, and she looked in the direction of the palace from afar, "My silly daughter, my mother will always protect you." ”

...........

At the end of the second year of Dayu Minfeng

winter

In the middle of the night, the snow fell heavily over Fanfu, and countless torches in the courtyard shivered in the cold wind. Beneath the flames were two thousand soldiers with thick armor padded with a layer of cotton wool. They lined up in twenty columns, silently looking in one direction.

There, in the wind and snow, the vermilion gate was opened. The two walked out one after the other, their eyes red and swollen.

"Old General Fan... How is he?" Dedema stepped forward, grabbed Li Ziqian and Peng Chu, who had just come out, and asked, and the double-plate axes hanging on his waist collided together under the trembling of his body, making a crisp clang.

"Gone, he said he went back first. Peng Chu said, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and for a while he shed tears in front of more than 2,000 people, he pulled out his sword and pestle it on the ground, clenched his left hand into a fist on his back, and stood upright and roared, "The iron armor is not broken, and the warrior's heart is not dead!"

This is a very old declaration and action, as early as a few decades ago, in that distant territory of the Yue Kingdom, a group of warriors loyal to the royal family and the battle read their faith in self in this way.

In silence, Dedema's body was crooked, his strong body seemed to be heavier and heavier, he looked at the door, as if he saw the old man who had left on the bed, and put the double-plate axe on his waist on the ground, and the moment the stone slab was broken, his spine was straight, and his left hand was clenched into a fist against his chest, "The iron armor is not cracked, and the strong man's heart is not dead!"

"The iron armor is not broken, and the heart of a strong man is not dead!"

In the heavy snow, nearly 2,000 soldiers roared in unison, and their voices were a little choked. With torches in one hand and fists against their backs in the other, they shouted the "inheritors" declaration of their generation of warriors.

Twenty years ago, the first Vietnamese soldiers to set foot on the northern shore of the Strait were already old, and they passed on the declaration of their ancestors to their younger generations in the midst of enduring anger.

As a child of slaves, Fan Tie's declaration of a warrior was as important as life. He always believed that a person should have great enthusiasm for the future and meet his life as a warrior.

Xiang Yiming and Tuoba Qian were both standing on the side, the two of them were wearing snow-white cloaks and standing hand in hand in the snow, when the roar of the soldiers suddenly sounded, they both felt a sour in their hearts and their eyes filled with tears. The two looked at the direction of Fan Tiemen, silently let go of the hand they were holding, followed the example of a Youming soldier, clenched their fists and iron their backs, and whispered a declaration: "The iron armor is not broken, and the soldier's heart is not dead!"

A birdsong sounded, and a large white bird swept over the courtyard. It stared at the thousands of lights under its wings, spread its wings, and flew away in the air. From three hundred meters away, a flying ancient temple passed, and once again landed forward with a high-pitched sound, grabbing a blue-gray snake on both claws.

"Teacher..."

On top of the ancient temple, a man dressed in ashes stared at the compound three hundred meters away. In silence, he pressed down the right hand of the long sword, and his left hand quickly clenched into a fist, and he read it in a low voice.

In the darkness behind it, a row of shadows faintly appeared, following the man's movements.

In the midst of the increasingly tight wind and the continuous strengthening of the royal power, their group did not choose to sneak into the Fan Mansion today, but just watched the veteran leave from a distance.

General Yue Guo's graceful and quiet demeanor back then finally died in the vast waiting, which couldn't help but make the man's heart sour.

He can still remember the first time he appeared in front of Fan Tie as a warrior, and he can still recite the conversation between the two back then: "General, a bright man is a warrior! A warrior should be fearless! I have the consciousness of sacrificing my life." ”

"No, a man is a soldier, a soldier is afraid of war, a soldier will not!"

"General, I don't understand!"

"Ziwen, you don't understand because you haven't been on the battlefield or killed anyone! Wherever the soldier goes, there is the battlefield, but the soldier's battlefield is always on the king's chessboard!"

.......

The words of self-care made the people behind Ziwen twist their necks in the dark, and they whispered in a daze, "My lord...."

"So am I a warrior or a soldier?"

"Warrior!"

"But you said that all the men in the dark are soldiers?"

"Ziwen, I hope that the bright man will one day be able to hear the sound of his own heartbeat! The country and his own faith overlap, maybe the soldiers will not have to listen to their own heartbeat, the situation has already found a faith for them. ”

Still taking care of himself, Ziwen stood alone by the ancient temple and recited the conversation between the two back then. His eyes were red and swollen, and his hand against his back trembled, and at the end, he roared, "The iron armor is not broken, and the warrior's heart is not dead."

"The heart is not dead!"

The blades glowing with iron flashed in the light of the fire breaker suddenly, and the few people behind roared with heavy swords.

The great bird, resting on the branches of the trees and enjoying its food, was startled by the sudden roar, spread its wings again, flew away with half a snake in its mouth, and stopped in the great palace where it had found a place to hide from the snow.

A scarlet-clad eunuch passed past at its feet, his hands in his cuffs, and his expression looked a little restless and busy.

He trotted into the hall, immediately knelt down, and kowtowed, "King, the old general Fan has gone, and all the people of Youming are gathering in the courtyard of Fanfu at this time!"

When these words fell, Yu Ze on the throne was rarely silent. He looked at the heavy snow outside the hall and coughed, "It's snowing heavily." ”

"What?" the words were very light, and the scarlet-clothed eunuch raised his head and looked at Yu Ze cautiously, "What does the king mean?"

"Prepare a horse, and the widow will go there in person. Yu Ze stood up, he fastened the opening of his cloak and walked down the steps in a few steps.

"King, it's cold outside, why not..."

"No, General Fan has been on the battlefield for a long time, and the widow wants to send him away as a warrior. Yu Ze shouted loudly and interrupted the eunuch's words, "Go and prepare the horse, I want the strongest war horse." ”

"Yes." The eunuch bowed down and hurried out to make arrangements.

In a few moments, a snow-colored war horse took the lead in sweeping out of the palace, and more than a thousand tigers and leopards rode under the leadership of Bai Po to follow the snow-colored war horse, and galloped towards the Fan Mansion.