The people in Chang'an City, while tearfully telling each other about the glorious achievements of the blood armor general, touched their tears and prayed for him silently in their hearts.

The endless sadness and desolation shrouded the sky over Chang'an City, so that the people in the Great Wall never showed a smile again.

Inside the Royal Palace.

Li Xiuning, the princess of Pingyang, stood alone in the courtyard, staring at the direction of the frontier stupidly.

"General Bloodarmor, where are you now? Have you ever been well? ”

"You must not die without the orders of Princess Ben."

Li Xiuning muttered stupidly, and two lines of hot tears couldn't help but flow down, cutting her delicate cheeks.

Shen Lang's incomparably delicate cheeks, his decisive posture, and his tall back like the god of war descending from earth kept appearing in her mind.

Scene after scene, lingering.

Unbeknownst to her, Shen Lang's figure not only remained in her mind, but also deeply imprinted in her heart.

……

At this time, Li Er was discussing the plan of the northern expedition with Li Jing and others.

Although the soldiers and horses mobilized from all over the country had not yet fully arrived in Chang'an, Li Er could not help the monstrous anger in his heart.

For countless nights, he dreamed that he had come to the frontier, to the frontier city.

He held the sword of the Son of Heaven and guarded the country with the frontier soldiers.

But when he woke up, he was in the palace.

The deep guilt and self-blame kept him awake at night.

He is bent on becoming an emperor through the ages and a generation of Ming monarchs.

However, the frontier was slaughtered by the Turkic iron cavalry.

At this time, he could only be in a hurry in the palace.

How could he bear it?

Therefore, even though the army of Longnan Province had not yet arrived in Chang'an, he couldn't help it and was discussing the plan of the northern expedition with Li Jing and others.

He drove the expedition himself.

He was going to fight to the death with the Khan of Jieli.

But as the news of the Blood Armor General came, the eyes of Li Er and the ministers instantly moistened.

In order to buy more time for the Tang Dynasty, the blood armor general actually launched a charge against the Turkic army.

How tragic?

Now his whereabouts are unknown, and his life and death are uncertain.

Let everyone's hearts ache faintly.

"General Bloodarmor, you must live, I will soon go to the frontier to pick you up and go home."

Li Er stared in the direction of the frontier and muttered with tears streaming down his face.

……

Hearing the news that Youzhou was slaughtered and Dingzhou was already an empty city, Li Lizhi, the princess of Changle, had already cried into a tearful person.

"Queen Mother, did you say that Brother Dahai is still alive?"

Li Lizhi held back the tears that burst out of her eyes and asked Empress Eldest Sun.

"Even the blood-armored general who has killed countless enemies is now uncertain about his life and death. Not to mention the country horseman? ”

Empress Eldest Sun sighed and said helplessly at Li Liqian.

"Brother Dahai is not a country man, he is my number one man in the Tang Dynasty!"

Li Lizhi stared at her already crying and swollen eyes, and said angrily at the eldest grandson.

"You are the princess of my Tang Dynasty, and what about him? It's just a nobody who can only be brave. ”

"Forget about him, he's not worthy of you!"

Empress Eldest Sun gently stroked Li Lizhi's head and persuaded her bitterly.

"No one wants beauty, I want Brother Dahai."

Li Lizhi threw herself into the arms of the eldest grandson queen and said coquettishly.

In the face of this daughter who was just beginning to fall in love, the eldest grandson queen was also helpless.

Who let her and Li Er dote on Li Lizhi too much?

……

And at this time, in a small village in the middle of nowhere.

Shen Lang and Bai Ma Yicong lay side by side on the ground to rest.

It's just that now, of the 3,000 white horse righteous servants he exchanged for ten years of longevity, there are less than 200 people left.

In order to break out of the siege of the Turkic iron cavalry, the rest of the white horse righteous servants all died in the valley of death.

In the past seven days, they have long forgotten how many Turkic horsemen they have killed.

In the past seven days, they have lost count of how many good brothers have died under the scimitars of the Turkic iron horsemen.

In the past seven days, they have been fighting and fleeing.

Today, they are surrounded by Turkic armies.

But they are already exhausted and can't support it anymore.

Will you be able to fight your way out again?

Can you continue to stall for Datang?

Ha ha!

Today's Shen Lang no longer has any extravagance.

He only hoped that before he died, he could kill two more Turkic Iron Horsemen!

Shen Lang endured the heart-rending pain in his body and slowly got up from the ground.

He stared in the direction of Chang'an, and a monstrous hatred instantly surged in his heart.

That damn Li Er, let him lead a thousand Tang soldiers to support Youzhou.

However, all of these 1,000 Tang soldiers died in battle, and none survived.

But he didn't regret coming to the frontier, and he didn't regret that he was about to die here.

Because he knows that everything he has done is not for Li Er, but for the Han family's son!

He hated Li Er and hated the imperial court.

The frontier is now flowing with blood, but the reinforcements of the Tang Dynasty have not yet arrived.

This group of damn dog officials, in addition to women and silver in their minds, are there also the people of the Tang Dynasty?

Thinking of women, his heart was full of helplessness and a little unwillingness.

Traveling to the Tang Dynasty, he hadn't even gone to Naping Kangfang to have a good time.

Even if you can't make the beauty fall in love at first sight, it's okay!

You can't go to hell to see Hades, can you?

Wouldn't that be a shame?

Thinking of his little maid who was a princess, Shen Lang's heart swelled with strong dissatisfaction.

The special Lao Tzu is about to hang up, and he hasn't enjoyed this kind of treatment!

The master's surname is Shen Minglang and the word sea, but in Brother Dahai's fish pond, there is not even a single fish.

This is worse than dying at the hands of the Turkic mounds!

Recalling the time when he traveled to Datang, Shen Lang felt that he could find a big-breasted sister and kill her head, what a happy thing it should be!

A deep helplessness and strong unwillingness instantly filled his entire body.

"General, let's charge again! Even if it is death, it must die on the way to the charge. ”

The roar of a white horse righteous servant woke up Shen Lang, who was in a trance.

Shen Lang turned around slowly, looking at the white horse righteous servant in front of him, who was less than two hundred people, and a deep sense of guilt and self-blame surged in his heart.

If it weren't for him, how could these good sons of the Han family be left with only these?

His gaze slowly swept over each of the white horses, trying to remember what each of them looked like.

But their faces were covered with blood, and they couldn't see their faces clearly.

Shen Lang's heart couldn't help but sour, and he almost burst into tears.

Not shedding tears does not mean that he is strong, but that his tears have long since dried up.

This group of scarred white horse followers, although they are exhausted one by one, are already at the end of the strong bow.

But at the end of their lives, they still wanted Shen Lang to live.

How to repay this kindness?

Only the afterlife......