In return, it was said that Mandu led his troops to set up camp in the Yellow River, and the camp was more than 300 miles. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

One general said, "Since the enemy army has retreated, why are you camping there?"

"How can the enemy retreat?" Li Muqi sighed softly, looked out the window, and said slowly, "The real war has only started at this moment." ”

"The general is saying that the war has just broken out?"

"Yes, they have no advantage in attacking the city, and on that vast grassland, it is their real battlefield. Li Muqi sighed softly again and said, "And we have to fight them on the grassland." If there is no war, there will never be peace..."

There are two kinds of war: one is for war, and the other is for peace. Those who fight for war only want to use the means of war to extinguish the desire in the hearts of the enemy and bring peace. And how much can such a peace last? How many years can it last?

Perhaps, there will come a day - a day of peace, when there will be no more desire to plunder, no more jealous gaze, only love and mercy in the hearts of men. But when will that day come? Li Muqi is asking himself, and he is also asking the sky...

Li Muqi left the remnants of Xiangcheng in the city to recuperate from his wounds, and allocated 10,000 horses to stay in Xiangcheng.

On the second day, the rate unit headed in the direction of Baturu. Within a few days, he had joined forces with Han Zhongbang. came to Han Zhongbang's camp and rewarded the soldiers in the camp: set up a banquet to make the soldiers indulge in a drink. Seeing the joy on the faces of the soldiers, a wave of warmth struck their hearts, and a sense of pain swept through them: if it weren't for this war, they should have been like this, they should have been like this. It was only because of the war that the joy on their faces was brought away, and the joy was covered up with hatred and killing, and even buried...

Seeing Li Muqi leaving alone from the banquet, Han Zhongbang also found a reason. The generals who left him quietly followed Li Muqi to a quiet place. Seeing Li Muqi slowly raise his head, he looked at the waning moon hanging in the sky, put the wine in the cup in his hand, leaned back, and gently walked to Li Muqi's side, and also raised his head, looking at the bright moon in the sky...

And just when Han Zhongbang was standing beside Li Muqi, a gaze had already fallen on the two of them, looking at the two of them tightly, like a statue of a god, since ancient times, it has been like this, tireless, and has never been noticed...

A beam of moonlight, through the layers of thin leaves, slowly fell on Li and Han, and the scenery in front of them was lit up: among the tender green shallow grass, a few wild flowers were lit up, and the night breeze was swaying gently; But no one appreciated it, they only looked at the waning moon in the sky, and forgot the scenery at their feet...

"I don't know when this war will end?" Han Zhongbang retracted his gaze and said softly.

Han Zhongbang was not a belligerent person, he was originally a martial artist, and he married Li Muqi from his own sister. often finds an excuse to live in Li Muqi's mansion, and it is inevitable that it will not be stained with Li Muqi's temperament. Perhaps, the reason why Han Zhongbang is not like this is not because of Li Muqi, but because of himself, his own benevolent heart. If a person's heart does not change, his heart must change. It's not because of the people around you. It will never be because of the changes in the world, but because of the human heart + the desire in the depths of the heart. Others are just an excuse for him to find comfort.

"Without peace or peace in the heart, the wars of the world will never cease, but will cease temporarily. Li Muqi also slowly withdrew his gaze and said softly, "The so-called end of the war will only become the hope in our hearts..."

"Wouldn't that be the day? wouldn't that day exist?"

Li Muqi just smiled faintly and did not answer. Because he didn't have an answer in his heart, he wanted an answer. At this time, all the things he did, all the efforts, was also to find that answer...

The evening breeze still howls beside him, flowing through the shallow grass, overlooking the earth in the night sky. It became very quiet, and there was no longer Fang Cai's roar, nor Fang Cai's roar. Only the sound of the dreamer's sleep, only the whispering of the dreamer, wandering among the grass, swimming in the faint light of the fire...

The grassland, once Li Muqi imagined countless times, imagined his vastness, imagined his beauty, imagined the galloping horse, and imagined the flying eagle in the sky. However, his imagination is not as good as the beautiful scenery in front of him, and after all, it is not as good as the picture reflected in his eyes at this time. His imagination always lacks a kind of agility, always lacks a unique joy on the grassland...

No matter how beautiful his mother depicted and how seriously she described the bits and pieces of the grassland in her memory to Li Muqi in detail, but those pictures were the memories in her heart after all, and the memories in her mind could not become the scenery sketched in Li Muqi's mind after all, and it was difficult to become the picture in Li Muqi's heart.

Looking at the scenery in front of him, Li Muqi's heart swept through bursts of pain, a tear quietly slipped from the corner of his eye, fell heavily on the back of his hand, and opened a splash, making his whole body tremble slightly, slowly closing his eyes, and a painful thought rolled through his heart in an instant: such a beautiful scenery, but only missing your company, missing your warmth beside him...

When Li Muqi spit out the word you in a low voice in his heart, a rush suddenly surged in his heart, and a vague figure rose from his heart, slowly enlarged, and gradually became clear. Looking at that figure, there was a burst of excitement and warmth in his heart, and a piece of worry and pain poured out, accompanied by thick thoughts, floating in his heart, flowing everywhere in his body...

Tightly separated by a mountain, the scenery of the two places, there is a difference between heaven and earth, one is like a dream, should not be owned in the world, but the other is flat, can be seen everywhere, can be found everywhere. Looking at the foreground, even a rough man has to be attracted by the scenery in front of him, sighing at the magic of heaven and earth, the subtlety of heaven...

Just when the soldiers sighed in their hearts, a team of honor guards with colorful flags came slowly, making the soldiers retract their eyes nostalgically and fall on the approaching honor guard. Xu Yes was very curious in his heart, and he neatly cast his eyes on the slowly coming honor guard.

The group, about a mile away from Li Muqi's troops, came to a halt, and saw a horse leap out of the group, followed by four people—four richly dressed women, holding an object in their hands—a vessel resembling wine. The first man slapped the horse's back, and the horse's hooves flew like flying, looking straight at Li Muqi; in a blink of an eye, he had already come to Li Muqi's side, a few steps away, and the four young women also came with him, and their riding skills were not inferior to him at all. The five of them were stopped by one of them, with a cold gaze in their eyes, staring at the few people in front of them.

The man in front was suddenly startled, unconsciously touched the scimitar on his waist, and held the horsewhip in his hand tightly, and looked at the person in front of him very carefully, secretly wary of him...

Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind the man, "Laughing wind, don't be rude." ”

After finishing speaking, he saw that two horses had jumped out from behind him, and the person sitting on the horse was none other than Li Muqi and Li Antong. Seeing these two people, the man withdrew the hand that touched his waist, gave a salute to his chest, and read words that Lu Xiaofeng couldn't understand. And Li Muqi and Li Antong smiled very kindly at the man, and spit out some strange words from Li Muqi's mouth.

When the laughter of the three of them fell, the man greeted everyone in a language that the crowd would understand, and at the same time gave a salute. Then he called the four women behind him, took the items in their hands, handed them over to the generals, and personally handed over the items on his back to Li Muqi. The four women were holding spirits in their hands, but he was carrying a sweet spring on his back.

Li Muqi took it, hurriedly uncorked the bottle, and took a big sip. In an instant, a sweet aroma came out of his heart, hitting his mind, making him shake all over, and the tiredness on his body was shattered in an instant, and he didn't know where it was broken.

Seeing Li Muqi drinking, the generals scrambled, uncorked the bottle, drank the contents of the bag, and unconsciously the sound of admiration drifted in the wind, accompanied by the envy, jealousy, and longing eyes of the soldiers, flowing everywhere...

Outside the big tent of Baturu, there was already a group of people waiting here at this time. Seeing one of the kind old men, Li Muqi hurriedly dismounted, ran to the old man with all his might, and bowed deeply. The old man, slowly stretched out his hand, full of kindness, with a strong doting feeling, helped Li Muqi up, and took Li Muqi into his arms, a few tears instantly slipped from his eyes, fell on Li Muqi's cheeks, along the tear stains on Li Muqi's cheeks, mixed with his tears, along the edges and corners, slowly left on Li Muqi's neck...

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