The night is like ink, and it has not yet dawned.

In the bitter winter plains, the cold wind and snow particles howl bitterly.

In this darkness, there is not a ray of light.

The old man who was struggling and crawling on the snow spurted bright red blood and broken internal organs from his mouth, raised his head with difficulty, and took one last look at the sky of the southern giant city. Desperate and unwilling to swallow his last breath.

Trampling on his back was a monster with green fangs, a single horn on its head, and a thick black fur covering its body. Human-like fingers with half-foot-long claws, like they were cast in metal. Two or three heads taller than humans, green eyes like ghost fire jumping in the dark night, this is a small general of the demon race.

It looked down at the old man under his feet, and laughed in a harsh and strange voice. He likes to admire the fear and despair displayed by the lowly Terran in front of him. This is the posture that humble humans should have in front of the Protoss.

When the old man stopped struggling, he bent down and reached out his claws with a little force, piercing the old man's back at his feet. He pulled out a warm heart that was still beating and chewed it. Blood flowed down its mouth as it opened and closed. After chewing for a while, it spit out the minced meat in its mouth with great dissatisfaction.

The heart of this decaying creature is far less sweet than that of a young one. It's not a bitter cold place with scarce food in the far north, and since the south, there is an inexhaustible supply of food everywhere, which makes it a bit picky eater.

In the eyes of the demons, humans are no different from pigs and sheep, just different types of food. In this food-rich south, you won't go hungry if you don't eat people. But it is especially fond of cannibalism, because it has a great hatred for the insidious and cunning race of humans, who are rebels.

Listen to the ancestors, thousands of years ago. This land is under the rule of their Protoss, and the human race is just their vassal race, and later they are more and more numerous, rebel against the Protoss, and establish their own so-called city-state, three hundred years ago, they drove all the Protoss to the bitter cold land in the north, and built the Great Wall, so that the clansmen had to survive in the barren land covered by ice and snow.

Now, under the leadership of the great God. We finally broke the Great Wall again and returned to this warm land, where we are the real masters.

If I had caught the Emperor of their Terran race first, I might have had the opportunity to meet His Majesty the Supreme Divine Lord. This is the highest honor, and I will definitely do it. It thought.

In order to compete for the first success, along the way, it rode south with more than a thousand wolves at the fastest speed, far surpassing the million demon army behind it. It was ready for a bloody battle, but the Terran army saw that they were only scattered and fled, and they did not have the slightest idea of resistance, and they arrived in the hinterland of the Central Plains very smoothly.

The east was flushed with a fish's belly, and it narrowed its strange green eyes, staring intently ahead. It's like you can see a giant city hundreds of miles away.

......

......

Daqin, Luoyang City.

The snow was blowing, and it was already a vast expanse outside the door.

The woman in scarlet clothes sat in front of the desk and stroked the piano, and the aftermath lingered, graceful and continuous.

Before the song was over, she was a little distraught, so she stopped her fingers and sat there quietly, closing her eyes and listening to the sound of every snowflake falling on the eaves.

"The sound of snow falling and flowers blooming!" He had said that to her.

I can really hear the sound of snowflakes falling and flower buds blooming. His unruly and unruly voice appeared inexplicably in front of him, where are you now? Are you still safe?

Will he push open the door tonight as he did before, and ask with a smile, "Do you miss me after not seeing you for so long?" ”

Most likely not, he has already left Luoyang City. The woman in scarlet thought slightly melancholy.

There was a knock on the door.

The woman in scarlet stood up suddenly, the surprise in her eyes could not be hidden, but it was fleeting.

Not him, he never knocks.

The woman in the scarlet dress straightened her dress, took one step, and arrived at the door, which she opened. looked at the person who was dressed in white and stood in the wind and snow.

"Yun'er, long time no see." He said gently.

The moment she saw him, Song Yun's eyes turned red, this snowstorm was really big. It was so big that his eyebrows were dyed white, and his long hair made his eyes so vicissitudes and his face so pale.

He did come, but he learned to knock on the door, and he didn't ask me if I missed him as frivolously as he used to.

"I'm thinking about you this time." Song Yun thought for a moment and decided to tell him, because she didn't know if she would have a chance to say it in the future, and she knew where he was going.

"Got it." He still smiled faintly, and his eyes softened a little.

Song Yun hung his coat on the shelf, closed the door, and burned the stove to the fullest. He poured him a cup of hot tea and sat down beside him, holding his cold, unwarm hand in his palm.

He coughed violently twice, and a shocking blush overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"How so?" Song Yun wiped the blood for him, and asked with a trembling voice.

"Fought a fight with a very strong man." He replied lightly, but his brow furrowed unconsciously, obviously he was also a little puzzled.

Song Yun couldn't calm down in his heart, could anyone else in this world hurt him like this? But she didn't ask any more questions, just hugged him tightly.

After being silent for a while, Song Yun stared at his pale face and asked softly, "Are you really going?" ”

"If I don't go, who will?" He replied.

"But your martial arts are all lost, and you are so weak that you can't look like it." Song Yun didn't notice it when he came, because he was no different from ordinary people. "And the Dog Emperor still wants to harm you, how can he give you soldiers and horses to go on the expedition." She has some resentment, which is extremely rare.

"I'm a million." He raised his hand and rubbed Song Yun's head, blinked his eyes, and said domineeringly.

Song Yun looked at him with a slightly distracted expression. I thought he had changed a lot, but in fact, he didn't, but he was still him, and the arrogance, self-confidence and optimistic open-mindedness engraved in his bones have never changed.

"Let me come with you, okay?" Song Yun looked at him.

He shook his head slightly: "You take care of my mother for me in the imperial capital." ”

Song Yun was silent for a while, and finally nodded in agreement.

"Do you want to hear me play the piano? I've made a new tune. ”

"Okay." He happily took off his shoes like a child, climbed onto Song Yun's bed as before, and took out the book "Luo Shui Fu" under the pillow and looked at it.

The sound of the piano is melodious until dawn.

......

......

At the beginning of the snowstorm overnight, the female workers of the Beijing Weaving Bureau got up early to pick up the lamp and weave, the sound of the machine kept ringing, if the palace dress weaving was delayed, they would all be expelled from Luoyang City, they did not dare to relax in the slightest.

A thinly dressed weaver girl rubbed her sour shoulders, finished a night of weaving, and walked barefoot on the snow in the courtyard of the weaving bureau, leaving rows of footprints.

I heard that the million-strong army of the demon clan has crossed the Great Wall, the northern border has all fallen, Zheng and Wei have perished, and the vanguard has reached Luoyang a hundred miles away.

Wherever the demon legion went, I was afraid that it would be purgatory on earth, she sighed lightly.

What about him? Haven't you come back yet? I've been waiting for a long time. She was hesitant to wait.

Simple-minded, she puffed out her cheeks and hesitated for a long time, and finally made up her mind. Forget it, don't wait for that guy, anyway, the flag is still there, and the horses are still there.

She closed her eyes and slowly lifted her feet off the ground, suspended in the air. With a scream, the strong battle intent shook the clouds in the sky, and most of Luoyang City could feel this rushing breath. The snow in the courtyard jumped and danced wildly like boiling, overwhelming, and the white expanse was so white that the woman hanging in the middle of the courtyard could no longer be seen.

Wait until the dancing snowflakes fall and reappear in her figure. She was dressed in dark red gilt armor, her face was covered with a hideous ghost mask, and she wore rhino horn boots. The huge bronze sword in his hand shimmered with a cold luster.

She raised her hand and threw a black embroidered gold flag to the gate of the Weaving Bureau, the porter of the Weaving Bureau, who had been her subordinate.

In the mountains and forests not far away, a burning red flame turned into a bolt of lightning and jumped over the fence of the weaving bureau, appearing in front of her, whispering excitedly and affectionately. This is an unusually magical horse.

Hidden under the ghost mask, she smiled and stroked its massive head. Whisper to it, "We're going to war together again." ”

The jujube horse nodded humanely, it could understand.

She turned on her horse and galloped towards the north gate. He was followed by a horseman, holding a battle flag.

The north gate is a straight ten-mile long street, and the long street of Luoyang City is empty today, not as bustling as before. Because the emperor ordered that eighty percent of the people in the city be expelled.

Once besieged by the demons, Luoyang City, which has millions of people, will not last long at all. And by expelling eighty percent of the poor people, the hoarded resources can be maintained for a long time, and with the high walls and deep pools of Luoyang, it is enough to hold on for a hundred years, which is the most rational approach.

She turned around and glanced at the battle flag embroidered with a crooked and slanted Jingzi, and was slightly flustered. If only he were there.

Halfway down the long street, he turned out and followed behind with two horses. One was holding a Fang Tian painting halberd, and the other was carrying two black giant axes. Without saying a word, she continued to move forward, without changing her posture in the slightest.

If that person is not there, she is the master. The man said, "The Lord will always maintain the demeanor of a commander."

Hidden under the ghost mask, she pouted, where did he have any grace. However, she still tried to imitate the way he had been when he went out on the expedition in the past, his eyes pretending to be calm and confident, his sitting posture should be upright, the posture of holding the weapon should be handsome, and it would be better if some wind blew the robe up.

"Yo, General Li Xiao is also wearing battle armor?" The general who was holding Fang Tian's halberd said to the other person with a smile. She also looked back in some surprise, she had known him for so long, and the man with the double axe on his back, no matter whether it was hot summer or cold winter, had always been shirtless on the battlefield.

He scratched his head slightly and said, "Li has to ask me to wear armor this time, she is pregnant." ”

The four of them walked in silence for a short while, and the man with the halberd hesitated and said, "Why don't you go this time." ”

This time it's not the same as before, even if it's armor, so what? They know that most of them will not come back.

"What do you mean, the girl of the sparrow? Isn't she waiting for you? This time we all have to come back alive. Li Xiao said angrily.

The red-armored woman listened to their conversation, and her speed slowed down unconsciously. Is Lord Lijun pregnant? When the sparrow sent him out this morning, did he squeak and talk non-stop as usual?

She was a little scared, afraid to take them out, but she couldn't bring them back. I used to follow that person. It was that man's business to take them out on the expedition and to bring them back safely. She didn't have to think about that, she just had to charge bravely and fearlessly.

Now, if he didn't come back, it would all be on her shoulders, and she felt like she was about to run out of breath, worse than facing a million enemies alone.

She faintly regretted it, and walked more and more slowly, and just as she was about to stop, she suddenly saw two horses turn at the end of the alley. One red and one white.

The red robe is charming, and the white robe is like snow!