The pale inky sky reflected the blood-red hills covered in the dead.

The heavy clouds and mist, like the haze and nightmare that linger in everyone's heart, cannot be dissipated.

The golden sun, shrouded in gray clouds, shone on the earth with only a few dull rays of dark light.

There was no wind flowing in the sky, just like a heart that was almost suffocating at the moment, unable to breathe.

War, a symbol of death, is incomparably cruel.

Dying on the battlefield, life is like rain falling on the earth without a trace, no one cares about it, and you can't even return your soul to your hometown.

"I ...... To live! ”

Slowly pulling himself out of the mountain of corpses with difficulty, Lu Yu slowly crawled forward.

His eyes were blurred, he couldn't exert any strength, the blood in his body seemed to be drained, and only an empty shell corpse remained, Lu Yu could only smell the blood around him, and the dazzling darkness at that time.

That's all there is to remind me that he is still alive.

The pursuit of the right to live is the last prayer before death, and it is also the only straw that saves lives.

If even such a glimmer of hope is cut off......

However, looking back, the mountains of bones were piled up, and there was even no dried blood, or perhaps, they still retained the temperature of their lives......

Just a moment ago, they were living beings......

Suddenly, Lu Yu stopped crawling, death and survival, like two villains, constantly swirling in his mind.

Is it to accept the fate of death tragically, or to pursue the unattainable survival?

Who's going to tell me?!

"Do you want to live? Follow me! ”

When he was about to fall into the endless abyss, a sonorous voice like armor sounded vividly in his ears.

Time seemed to stand still, and the crimson figure appeared in front of him out of thin air, as insurmountable as a steel wall.

The wind began to flow again, the clouds rolled, and the golden sunlight poured down through the gaps in the clouds.

The fortitude that does not belong to the beauty is on her tender face.

Rigidity and softness, that invincible posture, infinite awe-inspiring, even if he falls into hell, he can also make Lu Yu recall it vividly.

.......

War is brutal.

As long as the wolf smoke is lit, there will inevitably be a haze of despair coming, symbolizing the shadow of death, which will eventually swallow everything.

If a person is killed, he will die, this simple truth, Hua Mulan was very clear when she joined the army for the first time.

However, she is not afraid of death, and in those sincere pupils, there is a light that can light up all darkness.

Immovable as a mountain, swift as fire, invisible to no one, invincible to no one.

At the beginning, perhaps no one would have thought that this hero on the battlefield would be a woman.

However, perhaps from the beginning, Mulan was also troubled by her identity as a woman, right?

Fighting on the battlefield is a man's obligation, and it has nothing to do with women.

However, Hua Mulan relied on her strength and belief to break this rotten concept and successfully made many people accept herself.

Looking at the rare smiles of the convenience people and businessmen above the desert, Mulan felt that everything she had done must have been rewarded.

However, despite gaining fame and victory on the battlefield, there is always a gap in Mulan's heart that is difficult to fill.

Whenever the sun sets, or the morning sun rises, she will come to the Great Wall and gaze at the slowly setting sun and the rising sun.

The boundless sky, rendered by the sun, is extremely dazzling and confusing.

In the depths of the soul, there seems to be a young sprout, just like a child-like self, with a beautiful vision.

Women, after all, are women, and they shouldn't just fight on the battlefield. After all, she also has what she needs.

But....... If you are too far away from home, you will forget your hometown, and if you kill too much, you will forget yourself.

Where is my hometown? Where is the real self?

When the war came, Mulan never really thought deeply about these issues.

There are only two roads left for yourself———— the Great Wall falls, and you die with it, the Great Wall stands, and you continue to live.

Perhaps, the real self, and the small wish in my heart, have long been extinguished by the war, right?

The only thing left of me is only one purpose————

Protect the safety of the Great Wall with your life.

The wolf smoke in the sky, just like the enemy coming towards the Great Wall, never stopped.

Take a deep breath, and even though it has become cloudy from the war, you may never be able to remember the air at any time.

Lifting the heavy sword, Mulan and the Great Wall Guards once again meet the enemy's frantic attack.

Burning wolf smoke, cold weapons, hard armor, and merciless sword light......

It seems that the only thing left in the blood is these cold things, and gradually, it seems that even the blood will become cold, and finally become a bloody machine.

"Hoo ————"

Finally, when the heavy haze gradually dissipated, Mulan also exhaled a heavy white breath.

It was only after a dead silence that seemed to freeze that she straightened up again.

The morning sun rises, and the stagnant wind begins to flow again.

The Great Wall already stands like a giant of steel.

But those who have died, never wake up.

The sand that buries them will eventually drift to the ...... along with the wind on the desert Hometown, right?

Squinted, the silver helmet had already shattered, and Mulan was still blowing her long crimson hair from the flying wind and sand.

Although he had tried very hard to support his body with his heavy sword, the feeling of being on the verge of collapse was as heavy as steel.

Sure enough, he will die too.

When the blood ran out, he became one of the mountains of corpses.

A wry smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, a little helpless.

He has fulfilled his duties as a general. The Great Wall, did not fall.

It's a pity that in my heart, that little wish sprouts, and I haven't even touched the shape.

The body was about to fall, and even the determined eyes gradually dissipated.

"Bang."

With a soft sound, Mulan was a little surprised, and what greeted her was not the scorching sand.

But...... A soft and warm embrace.

"You guard the Great Wall, and I will protect you."

When the gentle words slowly flowed into his heart like a warm current, Mulan also smiled.

The sprout in my heart, as well as that small wish, is gradually taking shape.

Perhaps, this is exactly what he needs, when the sun sets, then far away and sometimes near.

The haze of war is gradually dissipating with the injection of warmth.

The hope of continuing to live became strong again.

This is the mutual salvation and protection of the two of them.

If you are too far away from home, you will forget your hometown, and if you kill too much, you will forget yourself. Died on the battlefield, life fell like rain on the earth without a trace. If, at that time, you fall in love with someone, hope will bloom again from the dirt and embrace life with enthusiasm.

The body, even if it is lost in the confusion of time and space, but the human heart is like a bond connected to each other, indestructible.