The remnant sun is like blood, and in the far west of the sky, the dark and continuous mountains are like sleeping beasts, ignorant and ruthless, allowing the sound of fighting in the west wind to echo in the air. Situ Yi, who was standing on the top of the mountain with his hands in his hands, half of his face was reflected in the sunset, revealing a shocking blood red, and a pair of amber eyes were shining, looking at the blood in the distance. A fox coat covered the silver armor on his body that didn't go all night. The ink fox fur inlaid at the neckline gently fluttered on his long neck. The pitch-black and shiny fox fur was like a mustard man trembling in the scourge of war, innocently trembling in the west wind, and the flickering rhythm echoed the beating of his high eyebrows from time to time.

Outside the pass, the Wuda army has been unable to tackle the key problems for many days, and the morale is gradually exhausted. Although Prince Changping on the left flank had the name of King Qin, he was stingy with the troops of the original Northern Army that he had finally grasped in his hands, and it was also in vain to help the war. While the three parties were stalemate, Situ Yi was waiting, waiting for his so-called opportunity.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of horses' hooves coming forward from a distance, and I saw a horse, splashing with residual snow under its four hooves, and falling behind Situ Yi like a meteor to stop. Immediately, a handsome sergeant flew down, bowed to Situ Yi and bowed half-kneeling and saluted: "General, the fourth holy decree of forced battle has indeed left the Chunming Gate, and is coming to Guancheng at the same time. ”

After hearing this, Situ Yi's stiff shoulders eased slightly, he took a short breath, turned around and said, "Who is the one who came to announce the order?" Can you find out where you go? ”

The soldier bowed down again and replied neatly: "The envoy who came to the decree is the attendant of the Qianning Palace, and Yu Xiangen, the lieutenant of the forbidden army." The envoy has reached 40 miles away, and he will definitely be able to enter the customs today to announce the decree. ”

After hearing this, Situ Yi's cold lips suddenly slanted, and a faint smile appeared on his solemn face: "Order, catch that Yu Xiangen and bring it to Guancheng." The left army immediately raised troops and raided the Wuda grain and grass camp at night, and the right army raised troops at noon and replaced the guards of the city. The Chinese army went with me, and before sunrise joined the northern army on the bank of the Tunbing River. ”

The soldier bowed his hand, took a step back and responded, "Order!" After speaking, he flew on the horse, the leather whip sounded, and the people and horses had gone away.

Situ Yi looked at the messenger who was getting smaller and smaller in the snow and mist, clenched the leather whip in his left hand, bent the index finger of his right hand slightly, put it in his mouth, and let out a long whistle. Before the whistle fell, I heard the sound of the horse's hooves faintly excited in the steadiness of the treading geese, and came forward with a tuk tuk. After more than a year of silence, the heart of conquest flowing in the blood of the wild goose has also boiled.

At the col, on a wide field, a few withered yellow grass tips poked out more than an inch of thick snow, struggling to stand in the array of armor. The moonlight was extremely white, slowly pouring down from the depths of the firmament, mixed with the cold white of the snow on the ground, reflected on the bright armor, and more and more than 2,000 soldiers standing quietly in the forest, like iron cast stone sculptures, silent and cold and hard.

There were more than 2,000 people, and the soldiers were divided into three routes, and there were only more than seven or eight hundred on each road. Even though they are the best of the best, they are still facing a tough battle with an uncertain future.

On the hill not far away, the geese slowly stepped forward. Situ Yi held the reins in both hands and sat firmly on the horse's back, dressed in silver armor, embedded in him like a heavenly garment. The cold moonlight was scattered obliquely beside his face, and in the clear and cold outline, there was a faint coldness. The condescending and solemn eyes seem to be looking down from the clouds. One person and one horse, Situ Yizhuo stood in front of the formation, like a dragon against the scales, and the murderous aura around his body was daunting.

In the array of more than 2,000 people, there was no sound in silence. Qin Nanxi, who was standing far behind, almost heard his own breathing clearly. The voice was hurried and frightened, full of worry and concern. The heart has already rushed to the throat, ready to follow the tall figure in the distance.

Clutching the palm of the dress, it was damp and cold. Pale and trembling thin lips, almost unable to contain a thousand words full of heart. She really didn't want him to go, even if she wanted him to get involved, she knew that he had to go, and she knew that he had no opponent in the match, she still didn't want him to go.

At this moment, looking at him in armor in the distance, she would rather he be just an ordinary shepherd, or a mediocre farmer, than he would be like the one in front of him, high and outstanding, but he wanted to take the lead. You have to lead these soldiers who are as cold and hard as stone sculptures to kill and fight.

Asouf once said that he was covered in scars, which must be the memories of many years of battles, large and small. Although those scars were Situ Yi's medals as a general, they became needle marks on the tip of Qin Nanxi's heart. When I first heard about it, it hurt deeply and carefully. I can't imagine what the pain would have been if he had a new wound and if she had seen it with her own eyes.

Instinctively, he closed his eyes, wanting to reject the fact that he was going to go on an expedition. The slow and steady footsteps behind her pulled her back to reality.

"Don't worry too much, Mu Yun has a plan. He waited so long, he wouldn't put himself in danger. Liu Qi slowly leaned up, and his gaze into the distance slowly retracted, settling on Qin Nan's sorrowful eyebrows.

Ah Luo, who was beside Liu Qi, saluted Qin Nanxi from afar, then hurriedly got up and followed him closely. She was as silent and obedient as ever, like a quiet shadow. Only in those big crystal-like eyes, the alternating eyes of distress, admiration, and love, and the moment they fall on Liu Qi from time to time, can we see that she is also a living girl.

Qin Nanxi bowed back, got up and said in a low voice: "Even if he knows it in his heart, but the flying arrow has no eyes, and the front of the battle is changing rapidly, hasn't he still left scars all over his body over the years?" ”

Liu Qi listened, the miserable white mask trembled faintly under the moon, and the gaze that fell on Qin Nanxi quickly turned away, and when he opened his mouth again, there was only endless coldness in his voice: "It's better not to stand here, Miss." Mu Yun is about to go on the expedition, if he sees Miss and is distracted, there will be the slightest mistake or omission in front of the battle, but it will deviate from Miss Miss's wishes. Mu Yun had an order to escort the young lady to Guancheng. Please go down as soon as possible and follow Ah Luo to pick up the picks. ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw that Liu Qi had turned around and left. He limped away, with a look of haste like an escape. The thin and lonely back is extremely desolate. Ah Luo looked at him distressedly, hurriedly took small steps, and quietly chased after him.

Qin Nanxi understood that what he said was true, so he had to move his steps, wanting to leave the small hill under his feet. His eyes still couldn't help but linger on the military formation in the distance.

The military formation in the distance moved, the men were ranked, and the horses were wrapped in hooves. The combat boots of the two thousand people, no matter how cautious they were, the slight sound of footsteps still shattered the silence of the snow, and also broke Qin Nanxi's barely supported heart.

Tears fell, and he didn't dare to look at his back as he left. Qin Nanxi covered her choked mouth and nose, and ran all the way down the hill. She thought that with the righteousness of the world and her father's entrustment in her heart, it was enough to support her to face parting. But at this moment, she understood that she was wrong, parting is parting, and the pain will not be diminished by anyone or anything.

Leaning against an old sand willow tree, her eyes tightly closed, she waited for the faint sound of march on the hillside to slowly fade away, slowly running over her heart.

Suddenly, heavy breathing wrapped in the smell of grass forced in front of him. The clear and familiar snort seemed to be a smug and contented laugh.

I opened my eyes in disbelief and saw him right in front of me without surprise. Sitting high on the horse, he stared at her tenderly and nostalgically, and the smile on the corner of his lips was warm and content.

Qin Nanxi didn't have time to speak, so he was fished on the back of the horse again.

Obediently nestled in his arms, his face pressed to his heart, but his clear heartbeat was separated by the cold armor. The tears that flowed down his cheeks flowed onto his silver armor and became a streamer of light, slowly falling. Putting aside all reserve, she tightened her arms and hugged him tightly, choking and sobbing non-stop, but it was as strong as an order: "You can't get hurt anymore!" ”

Situ Yi hugged her gently, gently stroked the broken hair on her forehead with his chin, and promised with a smile: "Obey, I will definitely bring Nanxi's brother Yi back to Nanxi." If you disobey the order, let Nanxi military law deal with it! ”

Qin Nanxi was amused by him, hanging with tears, raised his head to stare at him, suddenly tiptoed his head, and his cold lips, like a dragonfly dotting water, were lightly imprinted on his cheeks.

Situ Yi was slightly stunned, then tightened his arms, lowered his head, kissed her lips full of salty tears, and pleaded vaguely: "Nanxi, wait for me to come back." ”