Many years later, the story may be written, and that day, the red sunset is just like the rivers and mountains of eternity.

When the distant sky finally rolled up the stratus clouds raised by the yellow sand, the dying soldier's eyes widened.

His eyes were full of broken spears and broken bodies, he struggled to sit up on his knees, sticky blood soaked his numb knees, the flesh of his palms seeped into the muddy sand, he crawled with difficulty, and the belief in life supported his tired body.

It was as if he had heard the neighing of thousands of horses in his ears, and in the yellow sand, he saw the high battle flag, like a head that had never been lowered.

At this moment, the veteran who had experienced the baptism of thousands of blood finally shed tears, he lowered his head, and shook every body around him with weak hands, he wanted to tell those dilated pupils, tell them, wake up, reinforcements are coming, we are alive.

Broken syllables, low like a roaring beast.

The arrows that pierced through the forearms were particularly dazzling at this moment, and the dripping blood fell to the ground, and they merged into the sea of blood, and the bewitching red glow on the horizon seemed like a nightmare that could not be woken up.

He gritted his teeth and tried to pull out the arrow, but the sharp barb at the end of the arrow strangled the already fragile bones, and he even heard the saw-like sound, violently provoking the nerves that were about to collapse, and he suddenly opened his mouth.

But he wouldn't hear his own voice anymore, the blood-stained sword stabbing diagonally through his chest, he felt the sound of his heart popping through his body, he struggled to turn back, but it was too late.

The moment the soul left his body, he saw Shura holding his sword aloft, the same reinforcement he had just thought would save him.

His pupils slowly dilated, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

These are the last few seconds of life, and the red clouds on the horizon are burning more and more, like the red silk on the top, and like the begonia red in the mountains of my hometown.

He suddenly wanted to drink a cup of wine from his hometown, and he tried to pull out the amulet embroidered by his mother from under the heavy armor, but he no longer had the ability to move his fingers, and the scene in front of him became fluttering.

I don't know if it's an illusion, he seems to see a black flag raised on the high valley, a huge black flag, like an endless abyss, deeply embedded in the glow behind him.

Suddenly relieved, he knew that everything was over, but the loud sound could not penetrate his eardrums, and even the huge shaking could no longer shake his mind, only at the end of his sight, he saw the steep sunset like a soul hook thrown high in the underworld.

When he closed his eyes, he pulled out one last smile.

On that day, they were finally buried.

The night rain and autumn sound are annoying, and Tianyu Town has finally reached the time of the autumn rain.

Before the official farming work, the quarterly report of the yamen was submitted two days ago, and in the spring and autumn weekdays, I don't like to run into the yamen, and when I get to the stalls that are idle in these two days, I am even more afraid to avoid them.

When Chunqiu Lai couldn't afford to live or die in bed, Feng Cheng naturally despised his extremely irresponsible behavior in his heart, just thinking that he was a child after all, so he could only acquiesce to his skipping work behavior and go to the yamen by himself.

When Chunqiu really woke up, it was almost noon, watching the guys in the building busy from a distance, I felt even more sleepy, I went to the front counter to say hello to Xie Yi, and then I carried the teapot and went up to the second floor to find a place to sit.

A cup of tea is less than work, suddenly heard a dispute downstairs, the spring and autumn probe to see, not a serious meal, there are not many people downstairs, a few ragged, beggar people at the door are arguing with the guests at the door.

Chunqiu suddenly remembered that the day before yesterday, Lao Zhang told him that there were many refugees in the town in the past two days, and they all fled from the north of the war.

Thinking about it like this, Spring and Autumn paid attention. The beggar at the door spoke with a foreign accent, and the woman behind was still with a child, and the spring and autumn listened to two sentences, because they wanted to come in and beg for some food, and they didn't want to get wet on the rainy day, and the guests downstairs said a few words because they were dirty, and the two sides quarreled.

Seeing that the mediation guy was stupid, Xie Yi said a few words from behind, knowing that Xie Yi must be a safe one, Chunqiu was not in a hurry, holding the teacup and drinking it while watching, he didn't pay attention to when the closure appeared behind him, and with a "snap", he threw a stack of paperwork on the table, which startled Chunqiu.

Chunqiu asked what was wrong, and Feng Cheng replied with a cold face, saying that Lingyun City was lost.

"Lingyun City? seems a little familiar. Chunqiu frowned, trying to search for the few place names in his mind, "Ah...... I remember, the place where I escorted the rations to before?"

"Well, the official document sent above said that the mountain collapsed and the whole city was destroyed. ”

"That's not a loss," Chunqiu muttered, Xie Yi downstairs had already calmed the guests, and calm returned to the building.

Chunqiu drank the tea unhurriedly, and suddenly his heart chuckled, he seemed to think of a person, but he thought about it again, with that person's character, he probably wouldn't let himself suffer no matter what, and he didn't have anything to worry about, so he didn't even bother to respond with an "oh".

"When you go down, remember to go to Yamen, there is a letter from Linshui Town, and you will go about next week. "Confession of the lockdown.

"What's wrong? Linshui Town is also going to war?"

"What do you want," Feng Cheng glanced at him, "The annual sacrifice ceremony, their county is worried that there are not enough people, so they come to borrow people as usual, I have already seen the paperwork in the morning, and you can't run away anyway." ”

"You people are interesting," Chunqiu took a sip of tea, "the east family is in trouble, the west family celebrates, in short, no one is idle." ”

"I've been fighting for so many years, and I haven't seen anything really going on, I'm used to it, as long as it's not on my head, no one cares. "The lockdown also had some helplessness when he said this.

If it was before, he would probably have taken pity on those refugees, or prepared something for them like Xie Yi, but since he died, life and death have become a little indifferent, and if you look at the death and injury statistics in those official documents, it is just one or two cold statistics.

The two chatted for a while, and then they heard the cry of "whooping" coming from downstairs, and looked together, but it was Chi Li who came back, and he still had the big fluffy cunning arm on his shoulder.