In the thirteenth year of Qiancheng, on the sixth day of the lunar month, the lone star moved north, and the emperor star was hidden. [No pop-ups. 】

On the seventh day of the lunar month, it snowed heavily.

The battle of Yanyun really ended on this day.

On the Yancheng school field, at this moment, it was like a sword mound, countless swords were inserted on the ground, and next to each sword, blood-stained helmets and armor were neatly stacked on the ground.

The sword was slashing, cutting through the metal armor with a clanging sound. On the weird school ground, there is a lot of slaughter and repression.

On the high platform, Mo Fei was wearing a black velvet cloak, and the broad hat on the cloak was almost shoulder-width wide. Beside him, the maid stood side by side, wearing the same cloak.

"The third team of the Tiger Army, Zhao Dayi." Wang Cripple is rarely wearing a military uniform, with perennial unkempt hair, combed smoothly, and with a bun, he looks full of energy. It's just that hoarse voice that exposes his old age.

However, this hoarse voice of life is very loud on the empty school grounds.

It can respond to this loud voice, and no one responds

Zhao Dayi had already died in battle.

Wang Cripple continued to roar in a hoarse voice: "Tiger Army Team Three, Wang Yong"

Still no one responded

Wang Yong has also died in battle.

On the school ground, there were only Mo Fei, Yaya, and Wang Cripple, Mo Fei and Yaya stood silently, and Wang Cripple shouted hard.

The wind is even worse, it seems that the millions of soldiers who died in the sixteen counties of Yanyun are answering the voice of the lame king with the sound of the wind.

"Leopard Army Team, Liu Qiwei"

"Wolf Army Team, Zhu Shou"

It is not only like a battlefield soldier, but also like a farewell ceremony, the three of them passed the Yancheng soldiers one by one, as if those dead soldiers still had their lives standing there.

In the wind and snow, it took two hours to review, until the list in Wang Cripple's hand turned to the last page, Wang Cripple slowly put away the list in his hand, limped to the high platform, and said sonorously: "General Qiyu, the Tiger Army, the Leopard Army, and the Wolf Army Eight Beast Army are all here, please order!" ”

Mo Fei drew the saber on his body, pestled it on the ground, glanced at the armor on the ground with a complicated expression, and ordered: "Lao Wang." ”

"Yes."

"This time you went out to kill the enemy, Yancheng is not guaranteed, you have served in the army for many years, and the general will order you to take off your armor and leave Yancheng. From now on, the sky is high and the birds fly, and the sea is wide and the fish jumps, so you don't want to go back to Yanyun. ”

Wang Cripple was stunned when he heard this, and then said: "General Qiyu, although he is old and frail, he is willing to live and die with Yancheng." ”

After finishing speaking, Wang Cripple's expression suddenly became lonely, and sour tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, and then he said in a low voice: "General, the brothers are dead and scattered, where can I go as a cripple?" Xu Dahai, since I didn't leave when they left, how could I leave here now. The lowly post has been in Yancheng for most of his life, and no matter what, the lowly post will not go anywhere. Just let me stay here! ”

Mo Fei's face was still calm, but the green tendons of the hand holding the sword exploded, and after a long time, Mo Fei calmed down his fluctuating heart and said in a low voice: "Okay." Then he said gloomily: "Lao Wang, I'm sorry for you." ”

The lame king smiled miserably and said: "Without the general, our people would have died a long time ago, so the general can go with confidence." The hundreds of thousands of soldiers up and down Yancheng had no other thoughts except to thank the general. ”

"Since I promised General Ye to protect Yanyun for half a year, I will definitely do it." Mo Fei said this and continued: "Lao Wang, I left this time, I'm afraid I won't come back. Take care. ”

The lame king looked at Mo Fei, snorted gratefully, and then arched his hand and said, "The general is too, go on this trip, take care." ”

After Mo Fei finished speaking, he raised the sword in his hand and shouted, "Let's go." ”

Outside Yancheng, there is snow all over the ground.

The city gate was wide open, and on the long ancient street, Mo Fei and Yaya wore a big black cloak and walked slowly. The huge cap on the cloak covered their heads, and the hem of the garment was long and held on the ground, contrasting with the snow.

The two walked out of the city gate, without stopping, without saying goodbye, and walked forward slowly.

At this time, on the city wall of Yancheng behind them, there was a desolate and atmospheric singing: "The best place in Hebei, Chang is Yanyun County." The fragrance of the swallow is leisurely, and the people and the land are romantic. 100,000 people live in the domain, sixty or seventy Weng's children, eyebrows and longevity. Who is the temple of the language corridor, and Xu Kou stays. After the book cloud, it has only been a few days, Ji Qianqiu. Ancestors and grandchildren congratulate each other with wine, and celebrate the Jiqiu. It has 10,000 volumes of poetry and books, and it uses thousands of acres of countryside, and pine chrysanthemum is a good tour. Those who hold longevity, plum calyx accompany Qing Xiu. Singing here, the lame man smiled abruptly, and sang again: "A trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, a trip to the side of Yuguan, a thousand tent lights in the middle of the night." The wind is changing, the snow is changing, the dream of the broken hometown cannot be realized, and there is no sound in the old garden. ”

The tone of Wang Cripple's singing is unique to Biansai, and with the hoarse timbre, in this cold wind, it shows a little bit of the world leisurely, and the feeling of crying.

After Wang Cripple finished singing, looking at Mo Fei and Yaya who were gradually leaving, Wang Cripple was stunned for a moment, and then shouted loudly: "General, take care all the way!" I miss my brothers, and I will go first! After speaking, the lame king laughed wildly: "Hahaha brothers, you Huangquan Road, wait for me, lame." ”

Hearing this, Mo Fei suddenly stopped, and behind him, on the high city tower, the lame man jumped down and hung alone on the solemn city tower.

The wind was blowing hoarsely, but at this moment, the roar of the wind was so extreme that there was not a single sound.

From beginning to end, Mo Fei didn't look back, as if he had foreseen what the lame man would do, but he just stood quietly in the wind and snow.

After a long time, his fists began to clench, the green tendons on his forehead burst one by one, and he gasped deeply, and said in a low voice: "Lao Wang! Good to go! You wait for me to go back, and I will let them repay all the blood of the soldiers of Yancheng. ”

After finishing speaking, Mo Fei and Yaya dragged their long robes and draped over big cloaks, and walked forward step by step in the wind and snow.

In the distance, a black line slowly rises on the horizon of the field, from blurry to clear, from short to long, from far to near. That black line was the million Qin soldiers led by Qin Fufeng, the king of Great Qin, walking towards the frontier in a mighty way.

The purpose of their trip was only one, either to recruit Mo Fei or to eradicate the last insignificant force in Yancheng. In any case, the war between Qin and Tang in Yanyun will come to an end today. To be continued.