The clouds were thick, and the clouds rolled around like rotten cloth. Yan Eighteen rode on the horse, looking into the distance for a moment, the three Yan brothers and the black warriors lined up behind him, and the war horses were snorting heavily.

Yan Eighteen's face was very pale, and he was lined with black on his body, and it was even more white Shengxue. There is no autumn in Yanguo, after summer is winter, this summer is very long, and the arrival of winter is far away. Yan Shibai originally hated winter very much, because when winter came, he would freeze like a mouse, and he could only hold the stove and shiver all day long. But now, he hoped that winter would come sooner and the earth would be frozen in snow, so that the war would be over for a while, the bloodshed would be stopped, and he would have more ways to replace the war that should not have been fought.

However, it will not snow in the Yan Kingdom in July, and all the people are also watching, these people are from both sides of the enemy, including the three Yan brothers and the 60,000 army behind them, and of course, the three brothers on the opposite side, they are all thinking, who is the real king of the Yan Kingdom, who is the real Yan people, and the blood of the Yan people is iron. And the best way to test all of this is through war.

Sad blood, sad war, Yan Eighteen thought. However, he didn't have a choice, a person's strength seemed so small at this time, he couldn't help but think of the dead tube ions, the old Qingxiang's head was rotten, there was only one skull left on the flag, and his body was rotting and stinky in the dirt, and a person would die when he died, and he would never come back to life again.

"War is inevitable."

This is the most painful and tragic lesson that Lao Qingxiang gave to Yan Eighteen, for this, Lao Qingxiang paid for his life, in order to contrast Yan Eighteen's ignorance and naivety. At the beginning, under Yanjing City, Lao Qingxiang gathered tens of thousands of troops, and it was Yan Eighteen who stopped him, and now, most of these tens of thousands of troops have defected, although they are still wearing black hats and holding the banner of Xuanniao, but they no longer recognize Yan Eighteen as their princes, because Yan Eighteen forced their lord to death, and the old Qingxiang who was loved by them. And Yanjing City also changed its owner and replaced it with Yan Zhiyun.

"War may have been avoided, but I had no choice." Yan Eighteen still stubbornly thought.

There are Xuanyao banners fluttering in all directions, in front of which is Yan Zhiyun's 50,000 army, on the left wing is the 20,000 army of Sanhou Zi Yanling, and on the right wing is the 20,000 army of Wuhou Zi Yanhun, and the 90,000 army is blocked by Yan 18 in the shape of 'product', and in front is Yanjing.

War is on the verge of breaking out.

Although you can't see the pear forest, the pervasive wind brings a different kind of aroma, which is the smell of the pear trees that have already borne fruit.

Yan Eighteen took a deep breath of this fragrance, turned his horse's head, and ran towards the camp.

"How can it be said that there is no clothing, and the same robe with the Son, and how can it be said that there is no clothing, and the battle with the Son?"

There was a majestic song in the camp, the soldiers sang war songs loudly, examining every shield, every arrow, barrels full of quivers were rolled onto the wagons, like hills, chariots were gathered together, the royal hands were checking the reins and axles, the halberders were wiping the horizontal axes of the spears, even if there was no sunlight, those horizontal axes were glowing with cold light, and the archers climbed up and down the chariots, examining every beam. Groups of horses were led by soldiers to the river, and the clear river was soon muddy with the mud and sand on the horses. The sword and shield bearers stuck their shields in the ground, crouched beside their shields, and wiped their swords over and over again. The craftsmen of the army slammed their shoulders and struck the shields, iron armor, and halberds. In the distance, crowds of grain trucks poured into the camp like a long dragon that could not be seen.

All of them were making final preparations for the war.

Yan 18 saw that a veteran was scolding a group of recruits, and the veteran's voice was very loud, which shocked the group of recruits. The veteran was training this group of recruits, he grabbed a bow, didn't look at it, shot a backhand arrow at the simple straw man eighty paces away, and then quickly turned on his horse, and rushed forward with an iron gun, and the arrow was rushed to pieces with one shot, and the whole process was done in one go, like an angry thunderstorm.

The veteran laughed out loud with his spear, and the half of his eyebrows on his face were very striking.

A fierce warrior.

"His name is Zicheyu, he is a nobleman, a second-class baron, he has a twenty-mile fief outside Yanjing City, he came back from the fortress of the tenth day, and he is still alive. That's a war that shouldn't have happened. Yan Wuxian said coldly beside Yan Eighteen.

"The Fortress of the Sun?"

Yan Eighteen's face turned even paler, and he waved his hand and ordered a black warrior to call the old soldier.

The old soldier, who was very strong, slightly fat, and wearing heavy and tattered armor, tumbled off his horse, and trampled the soft earth out of two pits as he landed.

"Why don't you take the armor and let the blacksmith mend it?" Yan Eighteen pointed at the iron armor on the veteran's body with a horsewhip, which was covered with uneven marks.

The veteran lowered his head and smiled: "Back to the king, this is loyalty and glory." ”

"Loyalty and glory? You come with me. ”

Yan Eighteen's eyes shrank, and an unnoticed red tide flew on his face, and he turned his horse's head and ran towards the outside of the camp.

Zicheyu looked at Yan Wuxian, but Yan Wuxian looked at Yan Eighteen's back and didn't look at him. So, the middle-aged lord had no choice but to get on his horse and follow Yan Eighteen out of the camp, with a group of black warriors following behind them.

Coming to the high ground where he was standing just now, Yan Shibale stopped his horse, sat down on the grass casually, and patted the grass beside him.

The middle-aged lord sat next to Yan Eighteen, his sitting posture was very awkward, and his expression was even more awkward, for the first time in his life, he was sitting at the same table with the Lord of Ten Thousand Vehicles, although this was a case of the earth, and the atmosphere was also very weird.

"You've been to the Tenrichi Fortress, tell me, what kind of place is it?" Yan Shibai's voice drifted farther and farther away in the evening breeze, and he looked into the distance, his eyes seemed to drift farther and farther with the wind.

In the wind, the Black Warriors were like a cluster of distorted shadows, guarding all directions so firmly that not even a single mosquito could get under their eyelids.

Zi Cheyu was stunned by Yan Eighteen's question, he looked at Yan Eighteen with the corner of his eye, but saw a pale and bloodless face, however, this face is very good-looking, the bridge of the nose is very straight, small lips, slender and slender eyebrows, like a beautiful aristocratic lady, a gust of wind swept in, the black down on the edge of the Xuanniao Dayu clamped his face smaller, and his shoulders shook gently in the wind, as if he would be blown away by the wind in the next moment. This is the king of the Yan Kingdom? My Lord? The middle-aged lord was stunned.

"Don't you know what that place is?"

Yan Shibai didn't look back, but he knew that his vassals were looking at him, and he could even guess what his vassals were thinking, yes, everyone who saw him for the first time was like this, including his friend Ji Lie, and he was used to it, he thought, it's not wrong to look good, it's much better than some people's rudeness.

To this day, Yan Eighteen still remembers that Ji Lie once rudely strangled his neck, rubbed his nose with his fists, and squeezed his bones with his bones, which hurt very much. Thinking about it, he couldn't help but reach out and touch his nose, and let out an "um" sound.

It was this 'um' that brought the middle-aged lord back to his senses, he no longer looked at the appearance of the feudal monarch, looked up at the dark and oppressive clouds in the sky, and said: "It is hell there, there is no point in living there, there is only panic and betrayal, however, we still choose to survive." "The voice was heavy, as heavy as a mountain, and it was overwhelming.

"There's no point in living, so what's that?"

Yan Eighteen muttered to himself, and the middle-aged lord was silent.

After a while, Yan Eighteen said, "Since it's 'us', what about your comrades?" Where now? ”

The middle-aged lord said: "Dead, most of them are dead, meaningless deaths." ”

"You left this scarred armor behind, not for loyalty and glory, but for remembrance, for the terror and betrayal and senseless death, did you?"

Yan Eighteen turned his head and looked at Zi Cheyu lightly, his gaze was very deep, like two whirlpools stirring the whirlpool, making people tremble, making people have nothing to hide, and also making the middle-aged lord nod involuntarily. Perhaps, this is the majesty of the King of Ten Thousand Vehicles.

"Yan Guo, every loyal and brave warrior should not be abandoned. And the proud warrior should not abandon loyalty and glory. However, this is not what I called you for, Ji Lie is my friend, that is, your comrade Yu Lie. I'm calling you here to ask you a question. Yan Eighteen turned his head, and his voice drifted away as always.

Zicheyu didn't speak, he waited for his feudal lord to ask a question, although he didn't know what it would be.

After a long time, Yan Eighteen said: "Since it is a meaningless existence, and it is also a meaningless death, why do you still choose to survive?" ”

The word 'you' fell very seriously.

Zicheyu thought for a moment and replied: "The stinky boy once said that it is easy to die, but it is difficult to live, so, no matter what the situation, a true warrior should choose to survive with difficulty, rather than die easily. ”

"Well, that's his style." Yan Shibai smiled, smiling very good-looking, but also very shy.

"No, that's what he said when he wasn't drinking, and after drinking, it's different." The middle-aged lord also laughed, silently, but very happily.

Yan Shibaqi said: "Then what did he say when he was drunk?" ”

"The stinky boy said that to live is to live, to die is to die, the dead cannot live, but the living can choose to live or die, so no matter what the circumstances, you should choose to live."

"In any case, should you choose to live?"

"Yes, being alive is the only option."

"I think I understand, my friend, that after all these years, you haven't changed at all, and you're still the same as me, but you're more stupid and cruel than me. If that is the case, then abandon it, phantoms full of temptation. ”

Yan Eighteen slowly stood up, climbed onto the horse's back with the help of the black warrior, and a gust of wind blew, raising the big behind him.