His responsibility is to protect the city of Angola Ruz, the people who guard the border, the soldiers who protect the city of Angola Ruz, and the thousands of ethnic towns in Mia. I am so shaken, whether I don't believe in myself, or I am afraid. Shocked by such a bloody death and such a fierce duel, I was terrified of death and my opponent. I am afraid of the strength of my opponents, I am afraid that my brothers will fall, I am afraid that they will look at me with gratifying eyes, and there is endless trust and trust in me.

They believe they can do what they can't do for them, and they wish they could do it for them. Those things, they have their own families, they have their own brothers, they have borders, they have the city of Angola Ruz, all their wishes are here, they all revolve around the city of Angola Ruz. But you're scared? I have something I don't dare to face, and I don't dare to face the right person.

But what about your own commitments? I promised Nie Cheng, promised my brothers, printed those fallen brothers, the road, how to go? What to say about those unfulfilled wishes?

Today, these soldiers can all stand here bravely and fearlessly, what about themselves? How could he be afraid as their marshal?

His own brothers did not retreat, they did not fear, their own soldiers did not fear. They stand here, knowing in their hearts that they could fall at any moment, shed their last drop of blood for the city of Angola Ruz, die and become the dust of history. They all knew this, but they still stood here, not flinching because of the defeat of a battle or the bloodshed around them, they stood here bravely. Because they understand the protection of their hearts. It was the countless soldiers of the Angolan city of Ruz who exchanged their lives, so they were determined.

So what do you have to fear? Are you afraid of death? Never! What I can't accept is that my brothers are falling beside me, and I can't accept that they are leaving me one after another. If everyone is in the same heart. What else is there to fear? It's a big deal to give up a life and dissipate into the dust of the city of Angola Ruz, so that the brothers are still together, what is there to fear?

Thinking about it this way, it is easy in the wind centrifugation.

But Gatu, I'm going to find a way to destroy you, because I won't allow my brother to fall again. We don't allow any more families to be broken on the border, and I don't want Mia to shed any more blood. Either way, I'll definitely find a way to do it. You wait.

Feng Li looked at the soldiers who were training so hard, smiled, and left happily with Luo San.

Wen Mu was training a new personal guard for Fengli at this time, training hard. The demise of the entire pro-guard force touched Wen Mu too much. At the beginning, he was sent back to the Marshal's Mansion quietly by watching the wind leave. Listening to Luo San talk about the interception and killing again, Wen Mu's heart was cold. Why is it that every time I am not around the wind, something very strict will happen. I will never leave the wind half a step away, and I can't afford to worry like this.

Now he is training the guards fiercely, because he knows that Feng Li is facing too much danger, and he is too central, and he has to find ways to make the power that guards her strong. These members of the pro-guard team were recommended by the major teams, and they are all good players. It can be seen that they are also very dedicated to Fengli. What you can do is to make the best use of their individual abilities. Now it's me training my own swordsmanship, and there's the swordsmanship taught by Fengli in the back. Luo San's marksmanship, Wu Zhengning's archery. They have worked hard to learn everything well, and they have to hurry up for everything, because battles can happen at any time, and they can go to war at any time.

The soldiers also worked very hard, but they had heard that the number of people faced by the Guards and the distribution of the troops in the enemy's ranks, and that the danger of the marshal had to be shared by them, so they worked very hard to learn well and do a good job. One learns seriously, the other teaches seriously, and the scene looks very harmonious.

The scene is more hard, and the warmth is when Luo San is there. As the captain of the pro-guard team, Luo San's training is more about unity, so he and the team members do more to mingle. This kind of brotherly family relationship will make the team members learn more seriously and be more obedient to Luo San.

And Fengli's training scene is cold and solemn, even if there is no person, when Fengli teaches knife skills, everyone can still feel the ruthlessness and ruthlessness. At this time, everyone was immersed in the sword light and shadow, and they learned to be extraordinarily concentrated.

Jiatu's strength is arrows, and Wu Zhengning will explain various precautions and instructions when he is teaching. Everyone understands the power of the Arrow Technique, listens carefully, and learns very carefully.

Today, after Luo San accompanied Fengli for a turn, he found that Fengli also had Fengli's troubles, but he didn't understand it, and he couldn't share it for her, and the only thing he could do was to protect her.

"What do you think is the most glorious thing about you?" During the break, Luo San asked his teammates.

"Died in battle for the city of Ruz, Angola." Different people have different opinions, and most of them still think this way.

"We, the city of Angola Ruz, have always performed their duties, the marshal guards the city of Angola Ruz and guards Mia, and the general obeys orders and guards the city of Angola Ruz, what about us? Our biggest task is to protect the marshal, the patron saint of the city, this is not just a matter of the Sword Venerable, because more often, we need to break through the siege and intercept, stop all the pursuers and assassinations, and the Sword Venerable Sect can escort the marshal away. We are the marshal's armor, her shield, and her spear. To be able to protect the marshal, this is our honor. In this way, we can proudly say that our marshal is here because of me and because of me. Luo San looked at everyone and said, looking at everyone's shocked expressions, he was very happy. Feng Li, I also have a share of your protection.

The marshal's life was fought out by us, and it turned out that I was so important. After such a realization, the training scene is more enthusiastic, and the players are working harder.

And Fengli has never given up his training, and the one who trains with her is, of course, Wen Mu. Feng Li thought that if his ability and martial arts were invincible and he could kill among thousands of troops, then his brother would not sacrifice for himself. And what Wen Mu thought was that he must be strong enough to be able to bring Feng Li out of the safety of thousands of troops, so the swordsmanship and sword technique of the two of them carried a strong killing intent and a desire to break through. The sword is Wen Mu's saber, and the knife is a plus tu knife that Feng Li found separately. She is used to adding the weight of the knife, and she has a better understanding of this kind of strength knife style.

The two tried their best to improve themselves, and in the battle, they couldn't see each other's figures, as long as the snow shadow and sword light.

When he stopped, Wen Mu, who was in a good mood, looked at Fengli and was shocked to find that Fengli was crying.

This discovery made Wen Mu panic. Feng Li, who has always been calm and self-controlled, indifferent, keen and intelligent, and cold-blooded, looks like the sky is falling down in everything, and he swallows all the pain with tears, no matter how tired he is, he doesn't say anything, Fengli is crying now, and Fengli is crying. Such a scene made Wen Mu feel that the sky had fallen, and that strong wind had disappeared. The silent and tearful wind in front of him is as fragile as glass, and it is so sad that it makes people strong.

Wen Mu stretched out his hand and paused at Feng Li's shoulder, he hesitated if he could drop his hand and whether he had a position to do so. But when his eyes fell on Feng Li, he didn't hold back and hugged her into his arms. Feng Li can cry in front of her eyes, and she must also give her a grace and shoulders.

This is the person I swore to protect, the person I swore to my heart, the person who swore to follow her all my life, the first time I saw her so sad and fragile, how could I not give her a support. She should have a shoulder to lean on, watch the sunset with her, and stroll through the willows, but she shoulders a heavy responsibility that is bigger than the mountain, and endures the bitterness and pain that ordinary people can't understand. How can you not be bitter, how can you not be tired?

Fengli stiffened uncontrollably when Wen Mu touched her shoulders, and then softened. She leaned on Wen Mu's shoulder, crying silently. Wen Mu was the first person he met when he returned to Mia, and he was also the person who had been with him for the longest time. He came to his side when he kissed Mia's homeland, and dissolved the loneliness he had immersed in missing his parents. When he smelled the long-lost homeland, but felt unfamiliar, it was his explanation that made the hometown cut into his heart little by little. When Miron and others vowed to follow him and were at a loss, it was he who was by his side, saying that he had me, and solved his inexplicable fear of the unknown.

Among countless brothers and friends, including Luo San, what she believes most in her heart is Wen Mu, although she doesn't know the reason for this belief. Believe in his heart for himself, believe in his ability, and believe in the tacit understanding of each other. When he was in the capital, the reason why he was able to leave with confidence was that he believed that no matter what happened, the Death Legion was there, Wen Mu was there, and he was at peace. At this time, Wen Mu can borrow a shoulder from himself, Fengli feels really good, he really needs a place to cry.

In the Angolan city of Luz, Fengli is synonymous with the marshal. On the battlefield, Fengli is synonymous with Mia. In the Legion of the Reaper, Fengli is synonymous with the leader. There are too many things attached to the name of the wind and too much wind to be attached to the symbol of her noun itself.

Therefore, there are too many things that dare not act, and my original indifferent heart to life and death begins to pay attention to life and death, because there are too many things to do by yourself, and there are too many things to do by yourself. So there are too many things that can't be done and don't dare to do it. Just like now, Feng Li only dared to vent her vulnerability here in Wen Mu, and after she went out, she was still, and could only be, the marshal of the invincible Angola Ruz City. Relying on himself, he can calmly communicate with each other, as if there is only Wen Mu.

"The wind is off." Wen Mu didn't ask anything, just called Fengli's name softly, letting her know that he was by her side. (To be continued......)