Autumn is the harvest season, and when you look into the distance, your eyes are full of golden colors, as if you have come to the golden country, lush with holy light. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoA breeze blows, and the golden wheat fields are slightly sloping, and they look like children who have done something wrong and pay high respect to the sky.

The wind is mixed with the breath of abundance, mature and charming, the sunset is fading away, the orange light is falling from the nine heavens, shining on the earth, the quiet path on the horizon spreads, extending to the feet of the walking, the light pours on everyone's face, reflecting all kinds of demeanor, tired, hard, and homesick.

Thinking of father, mother, and country!

Facing the light, a team marched forward, the frontier was in a hurry, they had to hurry as fast as possible, everyone's face was sweating with wind and dust, Zhang San's brows were furrowed, the frontier kept coming military orders, the safety of the country was imminent, the arm waved, the whip was whipped on the horse's buttocks, the fierce horse was in pain, the black horse's head was neighing in the sky, and the horse's hooves were galloping, bringing up bursts of dust and sand.

Guangling's elite soldiers are better, they can still keep up with Zhang San's pace, looking back, how much will the forcibly captured skirmishers still have, and the non-stop rush around the clock has made their fatigue reach the peak, their faces are tired, their steps are vain, and the freshness when they just joined the army has long been worn out by the wasted journey.

In front of this group of stragglers, there was a figure that seemed a little "different", because he had never shouted tired from the beginning to now, let alone pulled down half a step, and judging from his light movements, he seemed to be at ease.

This person is in his twenties, with long black hair hidden in his helmet, a delicate face underneath, knife-like facial features, a pair of sword eyebrows and tall eyebrows, and a pair of cold eyes shining under the eyebrows. Next to the man is a carriage, two fat wild horses pull hard, the bronze car is stretched side by side with four people, two large and two small, two adults while driving the carriage, while holding a fan to fan the two children, full of sycophancy, the two children have a look of enjoyment, humming a small song in the nose: "One night, two people in the same room, three watches in the middle of the night, four legs to the sky, dancing and dancing, six gods without masters, seven up and eight down, non-stop, really comfortable." The two children clapped their hands and beat the beat, and you and I sang happily songs that they had never heard of.

"Boss, are you tired, come up and sit down when you're tired. "The child who spoke was fair-skinned, with a pointed face, seven or eight years old, and a pair of sneaky eyes.

"Hehe, out of the way. Jun Qianyan smiled, after the qi and blood chapter was completed, his stamina, physical strength, and perception increased significantly, and he also wanted to try the limit of his body.

Hei Wuchang persuaded him distressedly: "Brother, don't hold on, it's been three days, and even the regular army is tired." He was telling the truth, even the elite soldiers drawn by Guangling were sloppy at this time.

Jun Qianyan smiled silently, they had left Guangling for three days, and they had walked at least more than 150 kilometers, people were sleepy and tired, but there was still some distance from their destination.

The Ministry of Labor's squire Wang Xieyuan is very suspicious, changeable, every time something happens, he must be left and right thoughts, can not sleep at night, a concubine hints at the death in the morning, he pays a little attention, at noon his sister and then show the funeral, his heart is moved, into the night of the chaff wife and the funeral, the heart is determined, the old mother in the middle of the night to show the funeral, the three of them in the tiger, there will be success.

After Nangong Feixue got the news, she couldn't sleep all night, and her father led the troops outside all the year round, and she couldn't quench her thirst from far away, but she was not an ordinary woman, she was in a hurry, and through the news of the maid's death, the people who pursued her were already very wide, and they heard about it and flattered them like they were beaten.

Guangling heard the sound of its piano many, shocked by the heavenly people Yu Shi, the wind swept suddenly, the court was turbulent, the sky of the Yue Kingdom changed, first there was the Ministry of Rites Zhang Liang played the son of the Great Counselor Wangyuan, and then there was the Ministry of Works, Wang Xieyuan played, this is not a large and small number of people who follow the trend, although the position is high and powerful, it is difficult to defeat the ensemble of the ministers, in desperation, the pain of cutting love, will be Wangsanchuan with the frontier experience to block the mouth of the people.

On the fifth day, people were sleepy and tired, and it was difficult to march half a step, so Zhang San had to rest for half a day, and then continue to move forward after relieving some momentum, and finally arrived at the destination in the long-awaited eyes of everyone on the tenth day.

At dusk, the remnant sun is better than blood, the ancient road is sad, drooping and decaying, the light is a little dazzling, stretching out his hand to block the forehead, looking, a towering ancient city stands quietly between heaven and earth, the quaint wall is carved with the vicissitudes of the years, the gray-brown wall is a trace of knife and axe chisel witnessing the cruelty of the war, a team of soldiers are busy, carrying rocks, cement and other things to repair the damage on the city wall, the blood-like light shines on their faces, it is a young face, the face is still with a childish color, the sludge is upside down on the face, the eyes that should be smart are full of numbness, there is a depression in his hand, and the blood keeps flowing outsideInside the depression was a bloody human head, with wide-eyed eyes and pale lips, just fifteen or sixteen years old, and the soldier threw away the bleeding head with a shake of his hand, as if he had done something insignificant, and continued to repair the wall.

The remnant sun, the broken wall, the ancient road, the desolate ......

War can only bring disaster, whether it is victory or defeat, only people suffer, they leave their homes, their wives are separated, and white-haired people send black-haired people. After ten days of hard work, and finally looking forward to the end, the soldiers of Guangling fell on their backs with a relieved expression, lying heavily on the thick ground, too tired, too tired, and there were several teams not far away, all of which were soldiers temporarily transferred from various cities.

The city gate is closed, "idle people" are not allowed to enter, they have no establishment, they can only camp outside the city wall, Zhang San begged bitterly, in exchange for a disdainful cold snort, because it is very dangerous to be stationed outside the city, if there is a sneak attack by Wu at night, none of these people can survive.

Under the moonlit night, Jun Qianyan pillowed on the straw, looking at the sky, with thousands of thoughts, or he was going to charge into battle tomorrow, the horse leather shroud, whether he could survive is not yet known, black and white impermanence is beside him, the three of them lie side by side, Ma Youcai and Feng Xiaoqi went into the city, they have a background at home, but Zhang San stayed, which made Jun Qianqian quite surprised.

Bai Wuchang changed his posture to make his body more comfortable, and said heroically: "The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying!" The moonlight sprinkled on his white little face, his long eyelashes trembled, and his big eyes sparkled and cute.

Jun Qianyan clasped his hands behind his head and said angrily: "Weijia is returning to his hometown!" His fists clenched secretly, even if he fought for his life, he would protect the two of them.

The black and impermanent face reflected the dark light in the moonlight, and then said: "Ande, Ande brothers, guard the Quartet!"

Dark night, waning moon, brotherhood, a word, a lifetime, a lifetime of love, a glass of wine.

In the early morning of the next day, the morning bell rang, the city gate was wide open, two rows of cavalry lined up, surrounded by two rows of cavalry, a figure slowly appeared, but look at this person, wearing a purple and gold crown, wearing a silk robe, a pair of white-bottomed gangster high-waisted boots, purple and brown hair, no beard, no protrusion in the throat, and behaving like a woman rather than a man.

"See Nine Thousand Years Old!"

The civil official gets off the sedan chair, the military attache falls off the horse, the whole army worships, the Vietnamese country has training, the army does not kneel and worship, the gift of the hand can be, Zhang San and other ten thousand people are in front, ten thousand soldiers are behind, and salute at the same time, the scene is magnificent.

Nine thousand years old glanced at it arrogantly, and said quite dissatisfied: "You ten thousand people have been running for more than a month, and you will bring back these miscellaneous soldiers?"

Zhang Sanli was the closest, and hurriedly replied: "Nine thousand years old, the time is in a hurry, and it is a temporary transfer, it is inevitable that there will be some unevenness, but don't worry, as long as you wait for me for half a month, you will definitely be able to make them the same as the elite soldiers." ”

When the nine thousand years old heard this, he raised his whip and said disdainfully: "It's a waste of time to train with these miscellaneous fish, let them go to the battlefield tomorrow to kill the enemy, one will consume the enemy's troops, and the other will reduce the burden on Jincheng." ”

Zhang San knew that these people would never survive when they participated in the war at this time, so he pleaded: "Chitose Lord, they are all temporary soldiers, and they have no combat experience. ”

Nine thousand years old sneered: "What an honor is it to sacrifice one's life for the country? "Turning the horse's head sideways and wanting to leave here, it doesn't matter how many people die, he only cares about victory or defeat.

"Your Excellency, please stay. ”

In the team of 10,000 people, a clear voice came out, although it was not big, but it spread all over the three armies, looking for the voice, an elegant and handsome figure was reflected in the eyes of everyone, the eyebrows were picturesque, the people were fair-skinned, the gods were like jade, the air was magnificent, like a fairy in the painting, it was a very ordinary military uniform worn on the body and added a bit of heroic flavor to him, if the independence of the world, the feather and ascended to the immortal.