"Marquis Yu is brave and good at fighting, and he will definitely be a famous general of the Great Song Dynasty in the future." The young guard reacted and grinned, "But you must come to the small house for a drink or two." ”

"Of course." Yue Fei smiled and patted him again, "Live well." The black horse gradually calmed down and began to rub his head against his face. Good horse, don't you even remember the past at all? He combed the messy hair on its forehead and turned over on his horse. Gently pull the bridle, let it run through the camp gate, gallop the world.

The black horse ran happily on the shore, sometimes bowing his head and chewing on the tender grass. The clear water of the stream flowed by, moisturizing the dry skin and soothing every hideous scar. He plucked a handful of water and splashed it on his face, splashing into his lips and sweetening his mouth. Time passed without leaving a trace, and he remembered the past when he was a child and tread the stream after the school.

Was that childish laughter piercing through the sky really from him? He laughed at his naivety and washed the strands of his long hair behind his head. Suddenly, a sentence echoed in my mind, "More than 20 years of life, it's so fast, like flying." Lin Yuan's smile without a trace of impurities appeared on the crystal water, and the deceased was already old. Hatred has long since died in the years, and only the playful laughter of the departed is in the heart. What is the story of the withered creeper that is hidden between its rhizomes? He suddenly didn't know the meaning of war, he didn't know why he was crazy. This protracted war may be coming to an end, and the day Ma Fang Nanshan goes, where will he go?

He stroked the silver chain tied around his wrist, which was tied to him by a girl in the city of Tokyo on the day of the expedition, and the girl's smile was like a flower in the cold touch. Almost instantly, the tender shoots in the bottom of the heart burst out of the ground, and in the clear and gentle caress of the stream, the bloody case was drilled. And one more promise! Serve the country with loyalty! He jerked himself out of the water.

The heads of innocent people that appeared in Yue Fei's mind were the heads that closed their eyes towards Da Song and left their necks. The huge mace and shining scimitar raised, the separated figures, the blood that filled the sky in the firelight, and the terrible screams. He suddenly felt that there were countless pairs of eyes peeping around him, and he was nailed to the water again by that cold gaze.

"Marquis Yu is brave and good at fighting, and he will definitely be a famous general of the Great Song Dynasty in the future." Famous generals? He looked up, and the Big Dipper seemed to remain in the sky for eternity, day and night, shining brightly.

Yue Fei propped up his elbows and reclined on the green weeds, faintly floating with a dark fragrance, and the sky stretched endlessly, magnifying. The red glow in the sky seemed to be a mist sliding in front of him, holding up a huge red sun. The birds fluttered their wings and headed east under the crimson clouds, towards a line far from the setting sun, pulling out the tranquility of the wilderness, and the figures of the shepherds moving silently in the distance.

The sound of insects in his ears was hissing, and he enjoyed the rare comfort for many years, and his heart was unconsciously peaceful, and the sound of battle and battle drilled out of his chest with every breath and submerged into the wind.

He felt his whole body melt into the vast grassland, put on his wings, and the earth flew back rapidly under him, just for a moment, he had traveled thousands of miles. After many years, he suddenly found that this kind of life seemed to have planted roots in his heart, and it gradually withered in blood during the killing, but it was only hidden in a corner of his heart.

A horse rushed by in the distance, and immediately the warrior smiled and raised his hand to greet, "Marquis Yue Yu is so interested, the battle is still running out to play, don't be soft when you kill Jin Yu." His smiling face made him feel a little uncomfortable, and he didn't get tired of living in the killing all year round? Can you still live in peace? The thought was only a flash, but his heart was like a thunderbolt. In these years of military career, he is not similar to them, licking blood from the knife edge for fun. In the smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield, the corpses of those prime ministers, the stumps, and the stench and thick slowly spreading black blood flowing on the ground appeared in my mind. Suddenly there was a surge of blood, and he felt dizzy, crawling on the ground and retching.

He struggled to his feet, staggered and walked, and suddenly felt that the blood was rushing over the corpse pile, approaching him, flowing slowly, but as if it had gathered from the endless slaughter, gradually overwhelming the sky and surging. He stepped back step by step, and finally couldn't resist the fear of being swallowed up by the red ocean, and turned and ran.

I don't know how long I ran, but I felt that I couldn't move on my legs anymore. He lay down on a shoulder-high stone and gasped for air, his eyes shining golden, and his clothes soaked under his armor. He took off his breastplate in twos and pulled his left arm out of his shirt, and the fine beads of sweat were layered on top of each other, as if countless small mouths for breathing had opened on his arm muscles.

He sat down against the stone, letting the cold stone surface stick to his back, but he didn't dare to close his eyes, for fear that the dizziness would snatch his mind again and plunge himself into the hellish sea of blood.

The wind carried a certain deep fragrance of the years, swept away, and blew away the sweat mixed with dust. In the bone-chilling coldness, the aroma gradually diluted his discomfort. Once discovered, he wrinkled his nose and sniffed violently, and in the ups and downs of his chest again and again, it seemed that the pores of his body were opened, and the absorbed breath merged into his body, feeling the primordial peace.

At this time, Yue Fei was opening his eyes wide and found himself in a strange deserted forest. In the open field in front of you, the stone pillars are horizontal, and the light of the setting sun shines on the wild grass, glowing with yellow brilliance. He felt as if his back was being pressed against some uneven hard object, and when he turned to look, he found that these broken stone pillars were carved with strange patterns.

The stone pillar facing him was carved with a simple, rugged face. The dim light cast through the trees on the stone pillars, and the gloomy pillar was the only one whose face was immersed in the light. The stone is mottled and pitted, and I don't know how many years have passed. The two knife marks deviated, and the oblique drawing became an eyebrow, and the lower carving knife slightly hooked out a circle is the mouth. The two eyes are clearly outlined, and they are quite charming. In the huge depression, the egg-sized eyeballs were blazing, the carefully carved pupils were thoughtful, and the light of the setting sun seemed to have vitality here, and the calm gaze pierced through his body, looking straight into the far and unreachable. At the moment when his gaze crossed his heart, he felt that he had established a certain connection with the stone carving, a mutual comfort from the blood.

He looked down at the statue, but the more he looked, the more frightened he became. The pattern on each stone pillar is like a steel needle, piercing the diaphragm and piercing the heart, and the blood that flows out has a bright primary color. He walked faster and faster, and the aroma of aging grew stronger and stronger, and when he came to the last stone pillar, he suddenly held his breath.

On the stone pillar is carved a man with two wings, standing in the sky and the earth, and under his thick feet, stepping on a strong and fierce head wolf. Behind them, there were countless pairs of eyes, staring at the man in the dark, their eyes mixed with anger and fear.