When killing becomes a mechanical repetition, perhaps only the eternal sun, moon and stars can see all the ups and downs.

The fierce red glow witnessed death, and the ghostly red reminded Beichen of the first time he saw the battlefield, when the blurred flesh and blood splashed on the child's immature face, he remembered his father telling him, don't wipe it, this is your mission.

He looked back nostalgically and was shocked to find that the sky was so vast today.

He thought of his daughter Beiming, the daughter who seemed to be forever willful, she should have left Qiyang Mountain by now, maybe she was still angry, maybe she was still thinking about how to teach her unqualified father, fortunately, she didn't need to bear such a fate.

There were no reinforcements, and even the Jurchen army, where he had his last hope, was an old enemy with swords.

The guess on the eve was not wrong, from the very beginning it was the support that the Jurchens secretly allocated to the Liao people, and from the beginning they hoped that the Beijia army would die here.

When the Jurchen general received Beichen's letter of help, what kind of joy was it, he crossed the ocean to the Great Song Dynasty, and helped the Song army to fight in the south and north for five years, and now the Liao people have gone, as long as the pillar of the Great Song Dynasty, the Beijia army, is also hidden in this battle, they will soon be the new overlord of this land.

The Great Song Dynasty would not believe that the Liao people had such a large number of troops, as long as the trick was done enough, the monarch of the Great Song Dynasty would only believe that Beichen himself was old and powerless, and the city was lost, and he had no shame to return to the dynasty.

Thinking of this, the Jurchen general was so excited that he couldn't sleep, and he hurried overnight to see off his old enemy in person.

The red clouds on the horizon became more and more intense, Beichen turned the horse's head, used all his strength to pull the bowstring full, closed his eyes, he knew that this arrow went out, and the story would come to an end.

A long scroll arced in the air, firmly inserted at the head of the city, and unfolded in the wind, it was actually a black military flag as heavy as ink.

The dark soldiers that had been laid out for a long time finally waited for the signal, and at the moment when the fuse was lit, the once magnificent Qiyang Mountain was so fragile that it was vulnerable.

The night is deep, the tourists disperse, the lights on both sides of the strait are gradually extinguished, only the scene on the stage is still reflected in the autumn water soaked in the moonlight, the cold moon is silent, and the sparkling water blurs the babbling sound cavity.

The bow of the ship was stacked with crooked empty wine jars, and the spring and autumn seasons drank a lot with Beiming, and the cold wind blew together, and the body was cold.

Chi Li got up and went to the cabin to get the coat for everyone, Beiming took it silently, the liquor was in her heart, she felt that it burned until her eyes, she raised her head and watched the actors on the stage shuttling back and forth, her body was like a flying swallow, the gun was like a cloud, and the lights were faint, like a dream.

In the memory of Beiming, she seems to know how to take people's heads from birth, she has been smart since she was a child, and she can learn the spear in one go, and even the veterans in the army have praised it again and again, and she is not a tiger girl.

Later, her father taught her the art of war and taught her the principles of marching and arranging formations.

Then her father taught her the family marksmanship of the North family, and there was a rule that the ancestors passed on the male but not the female, but her father favored her, and even fearless of the so-called ancestral regulations.

She grew up so lawlessly, mingling in the army all day long, forgetting that she was originally a girl, and she always thought that her father liked her, until she heard those gossip that her father refused to incorporate her into the Beijia Army because he had a bad idea about the fact that her daughter was in the body.

The beginning of the conflict was always inadvertent, and her father's silence was like a testimonial, and it was the first time she had fledged military regulations.

How many times has she charged into battle with the Beijia army, and her young back has been engraved with scars and glory early, and she has also been trapped in the enemy's formation, and she has felt the death of a thought in the army, young and frivolous, but not tireless.

From that day on, she learned to be tired, to use the rules, to take advantage of her own irresponsibility, she would not be punished for running away, and she would no longer accept her father's care.

Xu was not strong enough to drink, and the narrative of the Northern Ming began to become intermittent, and he saw that the candle flames on the shore were extinguished a few more times, and the cold water surface became more and more empty.

After blowing cold water for a long time, Chunqiu felt a little headache, the sound of the fine water spread in his ears, and the continuous drama on the stage was annoying.

"Let's finish listening to this," Bei Ming said lightly, and the flask at his feet fell into the water with a "bang", swaying and drifting somewhere.

Beiming remembered that her father had also taken her to listen to this play when she was a child, when the father and daughter had just returned to Kyoto from the border pass, and she remembered that at that time she was clamoring for the mask of King Lanling on the stage, and her father really made one for her.

Later, the mask was lost in the upheaval, she had lost a lot of things, but this was the only one, and now that she thinks about it, it is a great pity.

After the war, the day when Beiming rushed back to Qiyang Mountain, the autumn was high and crisp, under the blue sky and egrets, the barren mountain seemed to have nothing happened, there was no broken body buried between the stone crevices, and there were no people with all the benefits of conquest in the world.

Kita thought that it would be nice if she hadn't gone in to argue the night she overheard her father's plan.

If it weren't for the quarrel, she still wouldn't be able to change her father's decision, let alone control the situation on the battlefield, but she just thought, if not, it would be fine.

After all, it's just a girl who is not yet twenty years old.