In the back mountain of Wangjia Village, there is a vacant land where the soldiers who died on the battlefield are buried.

Wang Qiao stood in front of the stone monument, silently looking at the small mountain bags on the ground, where there were wisps of loyal souls buried, so many fresh lives, iron-clad men, but they all died young, and most of them did not even complete their bodies.

He clenched his fists tightly, and there was a hint of pathos in his eyes that contained the vicissitudes of life.

"It's another year of reunion," he muttered, "you're down there, and now you're all together, right?" ”

He whispered a string of names, his eyes gradually moistened, "Stay, stay, I will stay to watch the peaceful and prosperous world you have fought down, the emperor you are loyal to is a Ming monarch, he has lived up to us, and the people have lived a good life......" He chattered, and his voice was a little low: "You also saw it, right?" I know, I know, that you won't leave the land you're guarding, and you're all here......"

Soldiers are martyred, and their souls bless the territory!

"Master! Don't scare me! Is there anyone else here?! Tie Rou, who was standing beside Wang Qiao, shrunk her neck, rubbed her numb arms, and looked vigilantly at the empty surroundings.

The deserted wasteland, emitting only hazy green smoke, shrouded in lonely graves, revealing a strange and eerie atmosphere.

So even the little overlord couldn't help but be frightened.

Wang Qiao: "......"

Can you not run out at this time to spoil the scenery? Fear? You're afraid to go home! Wang Qiao regretted bringing Tie Rou at this time.

Tie Rou has been causing trouble all day long, Wang Qiao also wanted to let her feel the sense of responsibility of people who practice martial arts to protect their families and defend the country, lest he train a scourge that will bring disaster to the country and the people, although it is now a scourge, Wang Qiao still wants to make one last effort.

Wang Qiao looked at Tie Rou, the green tendons on his forehead jumped and jumped, and finally sighed dejectedly, he was in a bad mood today, he didn't want to deal with her, and sighed: "You go back." ”

Tie Rou blinked: "...... Myself? ”

A gust of wind blew, and she didn't know what was wrong, but she felt even colder.

"You can rest assured," Wang Qiao squinted his eyes and said compassionately: "Even if you look for it, they won't find you!" ”

Tie Rou moved her lips, wanting to refute that she wasn't actually afraid, just a little cold, but seeing her master's face that was colder than her, she finally turned around and walked out without saying anything.

Wang Qiao looked at her back and sighed heavily.

Tie Rou cautiously walked along the path, rubbing her numb arms and walking out, when a white shadow suddenly flashed in front of her, she stiffened, her palm tightly held the evil spirit, and her body quickly flashed behind the tree on the side.

Wen Ruixiu approached like an ethereal person dressed in white, and Tie Rou patted her chest in shock, her hobby of wearing white clothes was sometimes really scary.

Wen Ruixiu walked to Wang Qiao's side and stood still, and called, "General." There was respect in the warm voice.

Wang Qiao glanced at him slightly sideways, and said with a chuckle: "I haven't heard this title for a long time, it all seems like a matter of the previous life." ”

Tie Rou's ears were pricked up, and he listened carefully, and the general seemed to be very majestic.

Wen Ruixiu's face was full of righteousness: "The world will not forget the general's righteousness!" ”

Wang Qiao gently pulled the corners of his mouth, his sharp eyes carried the vicissitudes of experience of wind and waves, knowing that he was a general and dared to win his chess like that, this respect is not a big deal.