The war came very suddenly, and before the rear army could be drawn, the outpost encountered a group of returning cavalry who took advantage of the night reconnaissance, and the returning troops were fierce, although they were overwhelmed by absolute superiority, but they still failed to completely annihilate the enemy army. Seeing that there was no hope of breaking through, the other Hui people threw the sharp steel knives in their hands violently, trying to send the least injured herald out in this way. The outpost that could not dodge fell instantly, and a bloodied returner whipped his horse fiercely and rushed out of a mountain road that only allowed one horse to pass, and the soldiers around him watched the Hui escape from the encirclement, but they were unable to chase because they were desperately entangled by the cavalry left behind the palace.

Surrounded by the generals, the white-clothed Seven Princes had a cold face, and casually took a hard bow from the back of the guard beside him, and before everyone could react, the white feather at the end of the wolf's tooth arrow disappeared on the buzzing bowstring in a soft roar, and the sharp arrow pierced through the heavy armor on the back soldier's body.

The warrior who received the final blow looked up at the sky, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and slowly fell from the horse with a trace of unwillingness, and the war horse, which was also covered with scars, lingered beside his master for a long time, screaming towards the sky.

The army silently walked past the returning soldier with a silent indifference, and probably no one except his family would remember this man who died here. The Seventh Prince calmly watched as the red-eyed outpost was on the ground, and the man who was groaning on the ground made a heavy sword on his chest. The soldier who had been shot through the lungs by an arrow struggled to get up, but was kicked to the ground by a bearded man, and in the bloody moonlight, it was clearly seen that the soldier who was struggling to raise his head was actually a boy who was no more than eleven or twelve years old.

"Promise me to protect this child." It is still a spring full of flowers, and it is still a mirror lake with a bright moon, when he had to leave the gentle woman, and when the army was pulling, a very discordant, but countless times in his dreams, sounded in his ears, and his weak body wanted to rush to his side again and again, but was ruthlessly blocked by the county officials. It was the first time I had spoken to him since the last time I abandoned him.

Maybe the people of the county government are not vicious, maybe their clan brothers are also in that long procession, maybe their hearts are also silently weeping, but even if there are countless sorrows hidden in their hearts, even if they still have a thousand words unspoken, they can't look at their relatives with tears in their eyes, they can only turn their backs to the army that slowly walks past them, stop the tearful old father, stop the chattering woman, stop the general horned child's crying but endured whimper, Let countless tears, silently, drip in front of him, and wet the official road covered by yellow dust.

There may be countless people who hate them, there may be countless people who curse them in their hearts, there may be countless people who curse them silently, but no one sees that the tears they shed from their low cheeks have long been slowly integrated with the crystal on the ground.

The soldier walked slowly and expressionlessly step by step towards the gate of the city that had stood for thousands of years, wrapped in the eyes of countless people, and slowly disappeared into the warm sunset. They themselves don't know why they are so calm, they don't know why they are so indifferent, in the face of the tears of their loved ones, in the face of the faces of their loved ones, they wrap themselves tightly in hard and cold armor, let the tears of their relatives flow through the places they have stepped on, and let the thick walls cut off the sad eyes of their relatives. They don't know what's beyond the walls, they don't know what else is beyond the walls, they don't know what they'll have left after walking through the walls, they don't want to know, they don't want to know.

The wide walls cut off the heart-rending cries of their loved ones, the endless thoughts in everyone's hearts, and the only connection between them and that beautiful life. I can no longer guard my old father, I can no longer accompany my charming bride, I can no longer pick up a rough farm implement, I can no longer hear the laughter of children, and I can no longer find the memories of the past.

Why? Why don't you feel sadness? Is it already used to it, or in my heart, there is no nostalgia for these people who follow him to fight in the north and south? Outside the city, it is not the heartbreaking sadness, not the despair in the suppressed heart, not the attachment and longing for life, only the remnant sun of the rainbow like blood, reflecting the cold glow of the weapon in hand.

The Seventh Prince on the horse frowned heavily, but still didn't look back. The army went out on the march, and those who dared to disturb the morale of the army were killed. Perhaps no one dares to say anything to him, as the commander-in-chief, how can he serve the public, and why let the hundreds of thousands of soldiers who are willing to give their lives to him fight to kill the enemy.

But he still couldn't help but glance at the pale man out of the corner of his eye, and told her silently, I will protect him and protect the childish boy. In fact, there are more than 10 million young people in this army who are less than sixteen, and there is more than one childish face in sight, how can he, the commander of the army, take care of an unknown young man when the enemy is present, even if he knows, this is impossible.

So, every time the messenger who came with the quartermaster would have a letter to him, and every time the moon was cold in the middle of the night, he would always pull out the thin piece of paper from the thick stack of official documents and write down the story of a young man in the army. She's been writing and he's been lying to her. Not even because of the unfulfilled promise, not even because of the guilt after deceiving her, every time after a nap before dawn, he would always go to the camp mixed with sweat and the smell of blood to see the moaning wounded soldiers, but the young man, he could never find it again.

"Your Highness, Your Highness?" Xiao Rang pulled the man's light fur on the horse, "It's about to dawn." ”

The Seventh Prince took a deep breath, for some reason, the cool air in the mist actually carried a hint of bitterness, but his gaze in the distance gradually turned cold, and the Seventh Prince ordered in a deep voice, "The whole army is advancing lightly, no matter what, we must rush to General Mountain before the hour!" ”