If the city survives, people and land are lost, and if people are saved and land is lost, people and land are gained. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ye Xiaofei was reluctant in his heart, and he could only silently comfort himself, one step ahead of the orcs, and embarked on the road to the north. In order to avoid implicating the territory, the army of 50,000 orcs escorted the 100,000 army of grain and grass for a month, traveled north, arrived at the original orc territory, and attacked the territory of the Japanese elves from north to south, creating the illusion that the orcs launched an attack on the Japanese elves.

It is estimated that the grain and heavy armor warriors can only travel a hundred miles a day, and it will take at least time to reach the boundary of the beast clan, and the heavy armor is delayed, and the werewolves and kobolds are all scattered, almost at the same pace as Ye Xiaofei to go north quickly, according to the plan, before the arrival of the main force, the kobolds and werewolves will clear the border, and obtain local intelligence and the real terrain.

Ye Xiaofei's path was not only different from the route of the kobold and the werewolf, but even in terms of time, it was one day faster than the kobold. Ye Xiaofei, who missed his homeland, decided to go west out of the forest and go north along the edge of the forest, he wanted to know what great changes had happened to the homeland of the original Nuosen Kingdom. The land under the rule of the orcs, how.

However, barren wheat fields, grassy fruit forests, and overgrown mountain paths.

Ye Xiaofei suddenly walked into a primitive barrenness, as if no one had ever set foot on it. There is a village called Deciduous Leaf Village ten miles out of the forest, which is the most important trade passage in Pala City, which used to be full of people and extremely luxuriant, and even the old village chief and Ye Xiaofei applied for expansion into a town, but before the permit could be delivered, the war broke out.

Ye Xiaofei groped all the way according to his memory, stepping on the mountain path full of wild grass, and insisted on passing through, he really looked forward to the end of the road, still laughter, still thriving trade, and still the warm welcome of civilians.

The village of fallen leaves has become a barren village.

In a year's time, the weeds are overgrown, even taller than a person, the tenacious grass grows between the doors, from the stone walls, and the mountain huts crawling with green plants are as quiet and beautiful as paintings, and lifeless as dead grass.

Ye Xiaofei stood firmly at the entrance of the village, a morning glory vine climbed up the towering plaque with hard and strength, and the plaque with paint peeling off could see the words 'deciduous village'.

A strong wind blew, and the plaque of the deciduous village swayed twice, and collapsed violently, and between the dust on the ground, it was shattered, and it turned out that the moths had already hollowed out the plaque that lacked maintenance, leaving only an empty shell.

Ye Xiaofei's hand trembled, as if his heart was shattered like a plaque, and there was no way to recover it.

Deciduous Leaf Village, under the jurisdiction of Hess City, is also under the jurisdiction of Ye Xiaofei's territory, because of the prosperous trade between Pala City and Hess City, therefore, the population has skyrocketed, reaching 300 households, with a population of nearly 1,000 and 223 guards.

The fragmented memories in his mind emerged, Ye Xiaofei's eyes were red, he leaned against a broken wall, covered his face and cried bitterly. He did not dare to face the cruelty of war and the horror that had been relentlessly brewed. There seems to be nothing left in the village of nearly 1,000 people, even the dogs are dead.

It's hard to imagine that a commander who is about to launch a Midwinter campaign and send tens of thousands of soldiers to battle would quietly weep over a ruined village.

Once it will become, it will wither forever. But there is also a saying, the poor must have something to hate, and the hateful person must have something to hate. Ye Xiaofei in front of him, an iron-blooded weapon on the battlefield, pushed thousands of people onto the battlefield with no regard for his life. However, no matter how iron-blooded a person is, he is forged from molten iron after all.

A hard-hearted person, once melted, is a hot and terrifying tear.

Ye Xiaofei weakly relied on the first broken wall in the east of the village, and lost the whole person in the barren village. It's like a poor man hiding from debt, seemingly helpless and powerless.

"Uncle Henry," Ye Xiaofei Nannan said, "I have approved the document you said about the expansion of Fallen Leaf Village, come back quickly." ”

If there is no mourning, it is like a soul asking for life, but it is more like a longing from the depths of the heart, in the lonely mountain village, revealing a gloomy.

The sun rises in the sky, and the sun sets in the west. The crescent moon in the east blooms quietly.

The whole deciduous village, quiet, like last night, no people, no beasts, no sound, no speech. There is only one difference, the haystack of the first house in the east of the village has an extra corpse for no reason, lying there quietly, allowing insects and mosquitoes to bite.

What's the matter――――――

Like the sound of the annunciation on the horizon, stirring, whirling, like the cry of a magpie, one after another, from far to near, louder and louder, as if looking for something, calling for something.

The corpse on the ground suddenly opened its eyes, sat up suddenly, looked around, and immediately locked on the increasingly rapid chirping of the finch from the direction of the territory, and exclaimed: "The voice of the five-colored finch? How does it know I'm here? Screaming so urgently, what's going on? ”

"Sparrow, I'm here." Ye Xiaofei beckoned, and a black shadow fell on the tip of his hand like lightning, beating constantly, and it was strange that the palm-sized little finch was actually holding a piece of letter paper two or three times larger than it.

"Who are you sending a letter to? Also, how do you know I'm here? After Ye Xiaofei got the letter, all the questions were not important, and the words on it were enough to make him fall into madness: Brother Ye opened it himself!

Ye Xiaofei took two steps forward, and in the moonlight, the pink letter paper divided by two was unfolded, and he read greedily:

Beloved Brother Ye:

The girl was very worried, and Grandpa Gandalf secretly told me that you were coming, but you fell back. Brother, my mother and I are locked up in a black hole, the black dragon is your friend, and he will bring us back different food every day, and the queen of the soul eater bee is also very friendly, giving us precious honey every day, I secretly left a lot of it for you, and even the queen mother didn't know, hehe.

Brother, the girl looks like you.

Brother, when are you going to pick up the girl and go home? But if it's too dangerous, don't come, the girl is worried about you.

Brother, you know what? Last night I dreamed of cooking with you again, I always handed you salt as sugar, it didn't taste good, and I blamed you, but you still giggled and said that it would be done well next time. Actually, brother, the girl knows that she is wrong, and she will definitely hand you the candy next time.

Brother, how are you now? The finches don't know when they flew here. Neither the wind nor the barrier could trap it. Hope it gets the letter to you.

Brother, the girl misses you, thinks about the dishes you make, thinks about your arms, thinks about your arms, thinks about everything you do.

If you don't come to me again, I'll go out to you. I begged the black dragon to take me out, but the queen mother refused.

Wait, one day, the girl will ride the black dragon to find you.

Beloved, Fluttershy.

Ye Xiaofei's tears, like the river that bursts the embankment, invading the entire vision, and the whole world is covered with a layer of hot and hot tears. In the blink of an eye, hot tears rolled down, silently beating the nameless lonely grass.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.

Ye Xiaofei held a thin page of paper, as if holding a peerless treasure, staring, and his vision was blurred again.

"Girl," Ye Xiaofei's heart seemed to cross thousands of miles and was sent to Ye Xiaodie, as if to tell her that I haven't changed my mind, and I have always lived in my heart.

On the first day of the Winter Campaign, Ye Xiaofei cried several times, laying a veil of mystery for this battle that had not yet begun.

The moonlight was like water, falling on the thin letter paper. Ye Xiaofei picked the lightest and best letter paper, and the ink table next to it was already full of ink, and he lifted the pen several times, but he didn't know how to fall.

Ye Xiaofei wanted the girl to know that he loved her and wanted to save her, but the upcoming battle could not be separated from him. He didn't go to save her, it wasn't because he had changed his mind. But she didn't dare to say that she was going to the front line and participate in the battle, so as not to worry about her day and night. Therefore, this item was lifted several times, but it was never able to write half a word.

The words are like a thousand catties, and the pen is like a mountain. Bearer Ye Xiaofei's love, worry, pity, care---

Beloved: Girl.

In the middle of the night, people are quiet. You are graceful and graceful, always disturbing your heart. The body is as warm as water, and it is always lovable. You are quirky, always laughing.

My beloved, my heart, already belongs to you.

Forgive me for my dereliction of duty not being able to be with you.

If you say you're doing well, I'll be at ease. You say: My brother is a man who stands up to the sky and the earth, and he is also the most understanding brother. I always remember.

Elves live for thousands of years, human beings are only a hundred or ten years old, destined to be separated, girl, when you look at the brightest star in the sky, even if it is a thousand years, I still look at you silently, eager to see your beating posture, smiling face like a flower, laughter like a bell. If you hear bad news, don't be sad and don't cry.

The brightest star in the sky has been staring.

Beloved, Ye Xiaofei.

A merciless tear quietly fell on the thin letter paper, wetting the word 'beloved'.

Ye Xiaofei trembled and used his last strength to fold the letter paper, gently sent it to the mouth of the five-colored finch, and said, "Finch, please send the letter again." Then, never fly back again. ”

What's the matter――――――

The five-colored finch circled around Ye Xiaofei three times, as if comforting Ye Xiaofei, and finally spread its wings and flew high with a letter paper in its mouth, all the way to the east.

Ye Xiaofei lay weakly on the weeds, looking up at the starry night sky, full of sorrow and sudden endless happiness, a charming smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, staring at the pink letter held in front of him, and muttered: "Girl, wait for me, I will definitely come back alive to see you." My brother loves you too. ”

The power of a letter to the family is no more than a piece of paper, but it is as heavy as a mountain.

Ye Xiaofei read the family letter over and over again, and only felt that he had a goal, for the sake of the girl, in order to keep her from crying, he had to come back alive.

A letter from home is a hope. Ye Xiaofei deeply felt the courage and hope brought by this thin family letter, like wildfire, burning.

In the wilderness of the mountains, Ye Xiaofei was refreshed, his eyes were bright, looking at the barren deciduous village, and he could not see a trace of loss and depression.

"Go, Uncle Henry, this pot of wine, respectfully. When I return victorious, I will build a tomb for you. ”

The wine fell, and the aroma wafted, but it was a bottle of good elf fruit wine, and it was sent to the soil to drink.

Ye Xiaofei smiled suddenly, not feeling pity at all, and walked forward with a brisk step, stepping on the moonlight like water.