In the past few years, in the foreign wars of the Han Empire, a large number of prestigious generals have emerged. There are also many warriors who have made special achievements.

Jiang Sheng, who once killed the prince of Persia with his own hands, is one of them.

The young man named Jiang Sheng was originally just an ordinary scout in the army. Before joining the Western Expeditionary Army, he was unknown, and like many Han army scouts, he did those small but important things in the dark night and dust.

However, life is so different. I'm afraid that even he didn't expect that this expedition to the west would make him unlucky, but at the same time he became a legend.

Jiang Sheng's misfortune was due to the fact that he lost his left arm during that mission, and thus became a crippled man. But it was precisely because of that encounter that he was blessed by misfortune and began to embark on a brave journey.

After recovering from his serious injuries, Jiang Sheng, like many people, began to fight after that huge figure. Soon, he cut off the enemy's head with his own hands. When the heads of the Persian nobles fell to the dust, and the moment he collected the sword and killed the blood, his heart rose with great pride and endless worship of idols.

Such feelings have not changed in the slightest since that time and until now. And as the war progressed, the magnificent picture unfolded, and the hero's complex became stronger and stronger in my heart again and again. Young blood, no matter how difficult the situation is, has never cooled down.

Although many of his comrades in the army were very envious of Jiang Sheng's chances, he had never been proud. No matter how much credit he made, he never boasted. Perhaps after truly seeing the vastness of the sea and the steepness of the mountains, you can understand your own insignificance and insignificance.

He was personally treated by the commander of the Western Expeditionary Army, and was praised and praised by him. Such a great honor, in the eyes of many, is more than all meritorious rewards. However, Jiang Sheng still served as a scout in the army, and experienced the same hardships as before. Perhaps the only difference is that he really knows exactly what the goal of moving forward is.

From the battle in the Western Regions to the fierce fighting on the Western Continent, the shadows of the scouts are indispensable in almost every major war. Their role is indispensable. And Jiang Sheng and the team he led are the top soldiers among them.

In these short two or three years, in addition to the pain in his left arm, Jiang Sheng has lost count of how many injuries he has suffered on his body. Those scars that can be seen everywhere are a sign of bravery, but also a symbol of honor. He didn't dare to hope that one day he would catch up with his idol, but as long as he could follow his back from afar and not be left behind, he was already very satisfied. To this end, the young scout who once created a legend has worked very hard, even to the point of despair.

And his final requirements are not high, if one day this war ends, when the triumphant return is rewarded for meritorious service, Jiang Sheng hopes that the person he regards as a lifelong idol can personally pat him on the shoulder and praise him for a good job. I have no regrets for the rest of my life.

As the best scout in the army, Jiang Sheng has an extraordinary persistence and keen observation. In order to obtain useful information on the battlefield, he can continue to sleep day and night. And in order to track the enemy's whereabouts, he can travel thousands of miles, and detect anything he wants without the enemy noticing.

Such a book

Collar is not only an innate talent, but also requires the tempering of the acquired will to be able to do it. And Jiang Sheng was able to do it with ease, obviously more because of the support of the spiritual power in his heart.

In the vast snow, this strange area that has never set foot in it seems even more desolate in the eyes. If it were someone else, I might not be able to stay here for an hour. But Jiang Sheng had been waiting here for a few days and nights. He could keep waiting if he wanted.

In the days and nights he'd been looking for a trace, the only creatures he'd seen were probably hungry lone wolves. With most of the other animals already hibernating, they go hungry and forage for food in the mountains and in the wild. Jiang Sheng, who had hidden his traces, looked at these murderous guys coldly, and sometimes he would wonder curiously, why are the wolves in this place different from those in other places? Instead of being in groups, they act alone. It's like some of the races on this continent, cruel and lonely.

This is naturally his imagination when he is bored. Of course, the young scout's attention was not on this, and the reason why he waited in this pass despite the wind and snow and the cold was because he insisted that his judgment was not wrong.

Jiang Sheng never believed that a character like Yuan Zhao would die so easily. It was an instinct he cultivated during the years of life and death. The boundary between life and death is very simple, and someone may return to another world with a light knife. And there are still people in the world, even if ten thousand blades are added to the flames, they are only phoenix nirvana, and it seems that they will never die.

In Jiang Sheng's heart, Yuan Zhao is such a person. When he returned to the Han army camp after a mission a few days ago, he suddenly heard the news that Yuan Zhao was seriously injured and could not be treated and left the camp without a trace, he did not say anything, and then rode away alone, and pursued it all the way here.

The snow has long since stopped, and before you know it, another night has passed, and it will be dawn. Standing up by the fire and moving the muscles and bones of his whole body, Jiang Sheng rubbed his face vigorously, and his hands and feet were a little numb from the cold. He drank the last few sips of the flask in one gulp, then shook the empty flask with some regret, and reluctantly received it into his arms.

There was a hot sensation in the chest, rushing straight to the throat. He took a deep breath and wanted to scream at the sky. But he swallowed the roar as if he was afraid of disturbing something. The morning light appears in the east, and the reflection of the snow light renders half of the sky before the sun comes out particularly brightly. It's like an infinite glare appearing in the sky, looking up into the distance, it's very shocking.

The lonely waiter, looking at the magnificent scenery in amazement, seemed to have forgotten his mission for a while. He narrowed his eyes and watched earnestly. Soon after, thousands of rays of light burst out, coming from far to near, as if they penetrated all things in heaven and earth at once. Even this thin figure was shrouded in it, and ......he couldn't see everything around him clearly.

When the light penetrates the snow-capped mountains and shines obliquely into the misty mist, it awakens everything in the mountains and awakens the old dreams that have been sleeping.

A woman named Bing'er had a nightmare. She dreamed that she was still dressed as a general, besieged on the battlefield of thousands of troops, fighting hard.

The color of blood flowed on the blade, and life withered at the swing of the blade. She couldn't remember how many people she had killed, but the hideous enemies were killing more and more. They were all like giant monsters, roaring loudly one by one

The ground pounces on it, and if you are careless, you will be torn to pieces.

Her body was covered in blood, and her strength was gradually lacking. The sword in his hand kept reaping lives, but it couldn't stop the enemy's attack. Finally, her defense was flawed. The monster-like enemy, squeezing her in the middle with a grin, was simply breathless! It looks like it's about to become powder and chips.

She gritted her teeth and continued to fight. I have already made up my mind that if I am destined to die, I will kill myself at the last moment, and I will never fall into the hands of the enemy.

At this critical juncture, a figure came from the light and shadow in the depths of the firmament, and he fell behind her and whispered something. In the earth-shattering battle, she didn't hear clearly. When I hurriedly looked back, I saw only a warm smile. Then, the hands directly threw her body out of the encirclement of ten thousand armies.

Bing'er, who has grown up to such an age, finally experienced the taste of flying. However, she was not in the mood to think about it. Beneath the clouds, the light shone brightly, and she could clearly see the appearance of that person among the thousands of beast-like enemies.

"Calling my brother...... Yes! No......! ”

In an instant, the blood was filled with light, and the white bones were piled up. Her Yuanzhao brother and those enemies were annihilated in this mountain of corpses and blood at the same time. Then the floating clouds glimpsed, and thousands of catastrophes were slashed, and they turned into ashes in a blink of an eye. It's no longer possible to tell who's who!

Bing'er cried loudly, trying to use the sword in her hand to split the fog in front of her, but in vain. She used all her strength and suddenly opened her eyes, and the hot spring in front of her was dense, the light flowed, and there was no one.

Bing'er, who was in tears, sat up and was stunned for a long time. Those sad images seem to be happening in front of them. The pain in my heart penetrated deep into my bones, and the whole body seemed to have no strength.

"Brother Zhao, where are you? Where is this? ”

Finally, some memories slowly awakened in my heart. Those sorrows have finally been removed. It turned out to be just a dream. The woman who understood this let out a long sigh of relief. However, her Yuanzhao brother was nowhere to be found, and she couldn't help but shout anxiously.

I don't blame her for this. The past few days in the mountains have been like a dream for her. She is clinging to this rare time all the time, just like a hamster in the mountains in winter, carefully guarding the happiness of hoarding. I am afraid that when I open my eyes, I will wake up in my dream and never see him again.

The beautiful scenery of the good day is the day, the snowflakes are falling, and the old dream is angelica. When she woke up again, she was still full of fear and unreality. Perhaps, only the warmest embrace in the world can make her feel at ease.

There is a strong aroma wafting from outside the cave entrance. The red face is like snow, and the green silk is like dai. Bing'er, whose face was a little pale, turned her head and saw the familiar smiling face.

"Awake? Wait a little longer, and you'll be fine in no time. Today's fish is very fragrant...... Hehe! ”

Bing'er walked over barefoot and snuggled in his arms, weak as if she had lost any strength. Through the mountains and rivers, the sea of people, she finally saw how he loved her.

"Call my brother ......."