Wu Lingjun stood in front of the familiar mansion, and the plaque was the three big characters "General's Mansion", which was a plaque given by the king of the previous dynasty, representing the supreme glory of the General's Mansion. And at this moment, the door of the house is closed. Feng Si hesitated in front of the door for a long time, and finally pushed open the door of the mansion with all his might.

The veteran of the battlefield who had not returned home for two years stayed in front of the door, his eyes were fixed for a long time, and his eyes instantly turned red, dyed with a trace of blood-red blood. In the army, he also heard the remarks of his soldiers talking in private, saying that something happened to the general's mansion, and at that time it was in a stalemate stage of fighting with the army of Qin, and the 200,000 soldiers of the Southern Ming were cut off from food and grass, and he was all on the battlefield, and he had no intention of caring about his own family affairs, but he didn't want to be in trouble in this country, and his home was slaughtered.

On the way home, he had already done a lot of construction in his heart, and he had imagined all kinds of tragic situations he would face, but they were not as tragic as the impact he had seen with his own eyes.

Wuling Junfeng Temple had three sons in his life, who died on the battlefield one after another, and a generation of battlefield veterans endured and never shed a single tear, and was also called the cold-blooded and ruthless Hell Rakshasa by the thieves of the Qin State, which terrified the generals of the surrounding countries.

Wu Lingjun hurriedly walked into the mansion, he anxiously turned over the cold and hard corpses on the ground, the corpses in the courtyard were covered with heavy snow and a thick layer of frost, and the dark brown blood stains on the steps had taken on a blackened color. There are hundreds of people in the whole house, but there is not a single living person? All dead?

Under Wuling Jun's great sorrow, he looked up to the sky and let out a sand and hoarse cry: "The heavenly killing Murong Zihu." ”

God seems to be mourning for the tragedy of cannibalism in the world, the heavy snow is still falling, and there is only the heavy snow and the howling of the north wind in the house, and there is no sound of people responding. He sat silent in the lobby of the mansion for a long time, imagining that he was saying a silent farewell to the hundreds of unjust souls in the house, and those corpses covered by the snow contained his wife and children, his children and grandchildren, and some of the servants of the mansion.

Wu Lingjun sat on the chair and recalled the scenes of the past, looking back on his life, his life, and serving the country in a bloody battle is not in vain, but it is a pity that the monarch he serves is a mediocre and arrogant monarch, should the Feng family be cut off in my generation? Maybe there is a providence in the dark, life is full of states, taste the sweet and sour, Wu Lingjun was silent for a long time and laughed dryly, just as he shook his head and got up to leave, in this sleepless night of heavy snow and snow, he suddenly heard a small slight cough.

Wuling Junfeng Temple is like a traveler on a long journey in the desert, or like a person who is about to drown, in the yellow sand sea of sand surprised to find an oasis, suffocating and struggling under the pressure of the water suddenly grabbed a life-saving straw, he slammed open the curtain under the table.

A young man, who was about six or seven years old, curled himself up in a ball, stared at the visitor with a pair of big eyes and frightened and nervous, and his luxurious brocade was covered with pieces of brown blood. Wu Lingjun was overjoyed and pulled the little boy into his arms, tears pouring out of his eyes as if he had burst the embankment.

The little boy was softly held in the arms of a generation of veterans, two generations between them, a collision of two different eras.

The little boy called "grandpa" softly, and he was obediently held in his arms by the veteran, without crying or making trouble.

"They were all killed, and a lot of people rushed in with knives, and my mother told me to hide and not come out, but I was a little hungry."

The little boy's breath was weak, and the six or seven-year-old child had already started a high fever in the cold snowy day, frightened and frightened, and his body was hot, and after saying a word, he used up all his body's energy and instantly withered, and was drowsy and was held in his arms by Wu Lingjun, and the old general was very distressed and picked up the sword he was wearing, and strode out of the door.

A wealthy merchant who walked late in the suburbs of the south of the city, with a large group of men and horses was hurrying away, only to hear the horses' hooves rumbling behind him, thinking that the enemy was chasing him, frightened a large group of people and horses to turn pale, hurriedly picked up the horsewhip and beat it hard, but the speed of the carriage was too slow, and it was soon caught up by the people and horses behind.

Wu Lingjun's partial general took a group of people, and chased the horse for more than ten miles before catching up with the horse team.

"Shopkeeper Gu, please stay!" Fan Rong, the general, grabbed the reins and hurriedly stopped in front of a pair of men and horses, stopping the rushing carriages and horses, and the horse team was forced to stop.

Gu Ren, who accompanied his family in the carriage, heard the familiar voice of the person, stabilized his mind a little, he got out of the carriage after calming the family, the thirty-year-old rich merchant was dressed in luxurious brocade, holding a jade fan in his hand, not like a calculating businessman, but like a teacher. He is Gu Ren, a wealthy family on the rich side of the Chu State, most of the famous restaurants in the capital are opened by him, he has a certain reputation in Nanming, and often has dealings with those high-ranking officials and nobles. Although this Gu Ren is young, he is very good, his ancestors have been ordinary grassroots farmers for three generations, but he is a natural business material, a farmer started from scratch, and he has been prosperous in more than ten years. Gu Ren is low-key, an approachable lord, neither humble nor arrogant, which is quite appreciated by the general Feng Si of the Chu State, and has been doing business in this imperial city of Yingdu for more than ten years under the protection of the Feng family. The Feng family is kind to him, and he is even more grateful to Wuling Jun Feng Temple.

"The partial general is menacing, Gu thought that the enemy army was chasing after him, which made the partial general smile." Gu Ren knew the person, who often followed Wuling Junfeng Temple to do errands, and was also a frequent visitor to the restaurant.

"Master Gu, the old general has something to ask for." Fan Rong, the general, looked in a hurry, and he didn't have time to greet and go straight to the point. I saw him turn over and dismount, get down on one knee, untie the cloak in his arms, and a weak child curled up in the crook of his arm with a weak breath.

"It's ......"

"Lord Gu, this is the last bloodline of the old general Feng Si clan, the Feng Si clan was persecuted, and the old general was bent on fighting to the death against the thieves of the Qin State, and he was no longer able to raise the little boy. The old general implored Lord Gu to adopt the little son, and hoped that Lord Gu would be successful! Fan Rong held the child up with both hands and held it high above his head.

Gu Ren did not hesitate to pick up the child, and said solemnly: "Since it is the blood of the old general, Gu Mou must swear to protect the little son, even if he gives up Gu's life, he must also protect the little son." ”

"The old general also has a thing to support, this sword is called Long Yuan, it is the old general's sword, the old general looks at the little boy's twenty-year-old coronation ceremony, and gives this sword to the little boy. The old general specially instructed that in order to avoid more rights and wrongs in the future, let the little boy remain incognito from now on. The Murong clan will not let go of letting the Feng clan have a bloodline to stay in this world, and I hope that the shopkeeper will be careful. ”

"The old general has a great favor to Gu, and Gu will definitely do his best to protect the little boy and raise the little boy to grow up."

"The last general thanked the old general, we have a military body, and we will leave."

"General, take care!"

Looking at the soldiers who were going to die, Gu Ren felt sad in his heart, the general of the country is like this, what should he ask for, but it is a pity that he was born at the wrong time, and he is a traitor.

"That's it, things in this world have their own providence, so let everything go with fate." With a sigh of regret, Gu Ren finally stepped into the carriage with the child in his arms in his arms and walked away.

The banner was raised high on the city wall, and the six thousand armor soldiers were already ready to go, and the momentum of seeing death as if they were at home actually scared the army of the Qin State back several steps, and they did not dare to step forward for a long time.

With a whoosh, the dense Qin State armor made way from the middle from the back to the front, and the general of the Qin State rode a tall horse and came to the front of Wu Lingjun, with a young face about thirty years old, dressed in black armor.

"The younger generation Zhao Lie has heard the name of the old general for a long time, and today he sees the momentum like a rainbow, and he really deserves his name." Zhao Lie smiled heartily and heroically, clenching his hands into fists.

"Young and vigorous, it's really terrifying." Feng Si returned the salute with a fist.

"The old general has won the award, if it weren't for your national teacher Murong Zixuan behind the scenes, the younger generation would not dare to assert that he would be able to attack this Yingdu in two months. The old general is not angry, as the saying goes, soldiers are not tired of bombing. ”

"Really play a good hand, a good inside and out. Knowing this, the old man should have slashed the old thief Murong with a knife yesterday. Feng Si snorted coldly.

"I don't know how much the old man's head is worth."

"My king has promised not to interfere in the internal affairs of the South Underworld again, and will never invade the South Underworld again."

"It's just stupid!"

"That Murong Zivor wants to be the actual ruler of Nanming, and the King of Chu is also happy to be the puppet emperor. My king can be regarded as bringing about a good thing. Sooner or later, Nanming will perish, so it's better for the general to come to my Qin State and be the general of my Qin State. I will give way to the general, and let the old general be the general of the Qin State, what does the old general think? ”

"Even if the old man dies, he won't do that treasonous thing."

"The old general is really a tough guy with iron bones, and Zhao Lie is abrupt. The old general refused to surrender to my Qin State, so Zhao Lie could only take the head of the old general Xiang. Zhao Lie only sent 6,000 armor soldiers to confront the general's 6,000 armor soldiers, so as not to be ridiculed by other countries in the future. ”

"The general thinks the old man will have a way to live today?" Wu Lingjun laughed angrily, and his tone was a little sarcastic.

"The old general refuses to surrender to my Qin State, which is naturally a dead end."

"Then what nonsense, the general goes to war!"

"The thieves of the Qin State have stolen our country's land, and they have a hatred with my Nanming, and the people of my Nanming will definitely recapture it in the future, and the people of my Nanming will remember my Nanming today's shame forever." Bloody feuds should be shamed with blood.

"Today is the time of death for me, are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid."

"Very good, none of the soldiers of the Southern Darkness are of a bad seed."

"Nanming is a soldier, listen to orders!"

"The minister is here." The six thousand armor soldiers responded to the order, and a wave of righteousness shocked the world.

"The thieves of the Qin State stole our country's land, and our generation fought to the death!"

"Fight to the death—"

The cold wind was howling, the flag was hunting, the two armies were facing each other, and a wave of slaughter was invisibly diffused between the two armies.

"Array!" Zhao Lie ordered coldly.

The art of war is cloudy, ten are encircled, five are attacked, and multiple is divided. If our army is ten times larger than the enemy, we must encircle and annihilate, five times as many as the enemy will attack, and twice as many as the enemy, we must strive to defeat the enemy. Zhao Lie came to fight this time, and the enemy army was full of 200,000, and the army of black pressure surrounded the entire imperial city, and it was really a black cloud that wanted to destroy the city.