From the short words in the young man's mouth, Ling Luo got a lot of information.

Since Jinyu changed the main general, the situation on the battlefield has been worse day by day, the easy to defend and difficult to attack Jiangling was occupied, and the main general of Syracuse City quietly disappeared in the middle of the battle, and the confidence of the Syracuse army was like a flood that opened the floodgates, and retreated to Fengcheng.

There is no leader among the soldiers, and the morale of the army naturally begins to slacken, the new master of Jinyu is like a god of war, and his wrist is even more decisive and ruthless, even a person with deep spiritual power like Canglan is not his opponent, let alone these little-known soldiers?

The fear of death drove the soldiers' conscience and loyalty back, and most of the soldiers of Syracuse began to burn and loot the people of Fengcheng, and then chose to flee after robbing the money.

The elite soldiers led by Xiao Ziyu were stationed less than a hundred miles away from Fengcheng, but they didn't care about these fleeing people, and they didn't seem to care about what happened in the city, but they just wanted to defend Fengcheng and surrender on their own, and fight a battle that was won without a fight.

This kind of ignorance, in Ling Luo's opinion, there is a taste of connivance, he is deliberate, deliberately ignoring these betrayers, hoping that the civil strife in Fengcheng will be more intense, so that Jinyu can get the benefits of the fisherman.

"My family was killed by Syracuse's own soldiers."

The young man's calm words made people's hearts chill, as if the dead person had nothing to do with him, but the resentment in the depths of his eyes deeply pierced Ling Luo's heart.

"I'm sorry." Ling Luo hugged the little boy in front of him, the pain and guilt in his heart almost washed her down like a tide, and his eyes were as red as blood.

At that time, Ling Luo just hoped to be able to save Canglan's life, but she didn't expect that she would kill so many innocent people because of her impulsiveness, she, as the queen of Syracuse, destroyed a beautiful and warm city and caused so many people to be displaced.

The young man said these words bitterly, originally wanting to force Ling Luo away, not wanting her to lose her life here in vain, but Ling Luo's reaction was far beyond his imagination.

Her body is very fragrant, her arms are very warm, and she is very different from her mother's appearance, but it gives him a gentle and reassuring feeling.

This young man who lost his parents in a breath is still a child, he covets this short but real warmth, and the cold edge on his body has dissipated a lot, but he is quietly held by Ling Luo.

After a while, Ling Luo slowly let go of the young man, although there was still a faint red in his eyes, his breath was a lot more stable and stable, and there was a bit more majesty in his words that people had to obey, "Where are the remaining soldiers in Syracuse?" Take me to meet them. ”

The young man's brows furrowed slightly, and his face was clearly puzzled, but before he could ask the question in his heart, Ling Luo answered him like a prophet.

"My name is Ling Luo, and I am the queen of Syracuse."

Ling Luo's voice was calm, without showing off or pride, as if she was no different from the aunt who sold steamed buns on the street, but the young man's eyes twinkled like a lit oil lamp.

He is clearly just a child who has not been in the world, but there is a faint feeling in his heart that if this person is this, maybe Fengcheng is saved.