No one ever thanked Yun Kangle.

Even if he helped Jian Ruicheng so many times, Jian Ruicheng never said thank you to him.

Yun Kangle didn't teach Yun Mi anything.

He was a little subtle, pursed his lips and did not answer.

Not long after the Second Army Corps started, Yun Kangle reorganized all his soldiers and horses and went to the battlefield, which was bound to take Central China and South China and rectify the country.

Nam Chun died.

Before she died, she seemed to have regained her light, her eyes were shining, she looked out the window, and whispered thank you.

Yun Mi found the officers and soldiers who guarded it, and buried it on a sunny hillside with a coffin made of fragrant wood.

I have experienced hardships in this life, and I have to be beautiful in the next life.

The good news came from the Central China Theater again and again, and it was exciting.

In June of the same year.

A riot broke out in Yuqiao in East China, and the original form of the Japanese invaders was exposed, and they blamed the mob for the destruction of the bridge, using this as an excuse to massacre the people and attack the city and plunder the land.

The three provinces of East China collapsed and fell in an instant.

Later generations called it: 612 Yuqiao Incident.

Yun Mi was escorted to Kyoto in Central China, and the soldiers rushed out of the ruins of the war with her in their arms, all the way to the north, and the original team of hundreds was only nine people left when they arrived in Central China.

Central China and South China were already anxious, Yun Kangle used the god of soldiers, and he didn't want to die, so he was caught off guard and beheaded the commander of Central China. The original lieutenant of South China reached an agreement with Yun Kangle to jointly resist foreign attacks.

After all, the foreigners have advanced weapons, and in just four months, East China has completely fallen.

Everywhere they went, they pursued the three-light policy.

Snatch the light, kill the light, burn it all.

When the country was in danger, countless bloody men joined the army one after another, doing their best for every inch of mountains and rivers.

Yun Mi was protected in the rear, and Yan Wugui was always in front of the vanguard as an adjutant.

Yun Mi has been communicating with Yun Kangle, hoping to leave this place as soon as possible.

She was afraid.

"Daddy."

Yun Kangle quarreled with his subordinates again, and Yun Mi pushed open the door with a cup of tea and went in. The atmosphere in the room was dead and silent, and people had long been accustomed to running around Yunmi, but seeing her always think of her wife and daughter, she was doubly sad.

Yun Kangle wrinkled his eyebrows: "Get out!" ”

Yun Mi lowered his head, put the tea on the table, and was just about to leave when he was beckoned by Sui Cheng.

Sui Cheng took out a handful of milk candy from his pocket and touched her head: "Go out, your father is annoying." ”

"Thank you, Uncle Suijo."

The eldest child of Suicheng joined the army early, and the youngest son was fostered in the back area of South China, and his relatives did not see each other for a long time.

Yun Kangle took a deep breath, Yun Mi was just about to leave cautiously, when he heard Yun Kangle say, "No matter what, now, stabilize Central China for me first!" In the eastern part of China, let me think again. ”

Yun Mi heard that the reason why East China fell so quickly was because of the traitor lackey.

Yun Kangle has made a very bad start, and there are always people who feel that their own interests are more important than the country's great difficulties.

Therefore, the blackening value of Yun Kangle will not be reduced for a long time.

But fortunately, it has not risen again.

Yun Mi walked all the way to the house in the dark and heard the sound of shallow breathing in the room, she immediately became vigilant and said, "Who! ”

"It's me."

Yan Wugui's voice was tired, and he rushed all the way down from the battlefield, the smell of blood on his body was strong, like a god crawling out of hell.

Yun Mi was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and tightened into his arms.

"How did you get back? Hurt or not? ”

Yun Mi's little hand touched his face, touched a scar, and was stunned.

Yan Wugui took her hand down, and Yun Mi turned her head to turn on the lamp.

"Don't."

"My face was scraped by the shards of **, and it doesn't look good."

By**......

Yun Mi struggled to turn on the light, and Yan Wugui turned his head away.

Yun Mi trembled and picked up Yan Wugui's head, gasping.

Half of his face looked like it had been burned by fire, pitted, and one eye seemed to melt together, and only a thin slit could be opened. He covered his face, and his tone was a little extreme: "Don't look at it." ”

"What happened?"

"Lost along the river. I came back with someone. ”

Yan Wugui stretched out his hand to turn off the light, and felt Yun Mi's shoulders trembling.

"Isn't the wound terrible?"

"Can't you hide?"

Yun Mi asked him.

"You know that the world is fake, you just need to protect yourself, you ...... like this"

Yun Mi didn't know what he had gone through, and reached out to pull his clothes, but Yan Wugui refused.

"Let go!"

"Don't make a fuss, sleep with me for a while."

"I'll let you go!"

Yan Wugui heard that her tone was wrong, and pursed his lips.

Yun Mi trembled and ripped open his shirt and touched it with his hand, scars like centipedes, all over his body.

In the past ten months, how did Yan Wugui carry it.

Yun Mi opened her mouth, Yan Wugui reached out to hug her, and said, "I don't hurt, I shield the pain." ”

"It's only fifty percent, isn't it?"

Yun Mi wanted to struggle, but she didn't dare to move, her breathing was a little unsmooth, and she let out a scream in her throat, and then cried.

"Don't cry, don't cry. Be obedient, obedient. ”

Yan Wugui wiped her tears in a panic, Yun Mi choked, and then broke free from his arms and was about to go out.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find Yun Kangle. In any case, I'm going to clean him of his 60 percent blackening value. ”

Yan Wugui grabbed her from behind and snorted, "No." ”

"Forcing the target to do something they shouldn't be doing right now, you're going to suffer."

"What are you afraid of! It's good to be done anyway. ”

"Nope."

Yan Wugui rubbed Yunmi with his chin: "I'm so tired." ”

Yun Mi didn't move, so he let him put his chin on his shoulder, numb and sore.

"Fortunately, I have a lot of points, otherwise, I might not really see you."

Yan Wugui said.

He closed his eyes and said in a weak voice: "I can't do it, so I just leave those people behind." ”

"You don't feel it, but I do."

"In order to protect me, they blocked me from bullets, and they used people as ** in order to blow up a castle."

"Every man has a dream of making a career, and there are times when he wants to be a hero."

"They can, and so can I."

Yan Wugui hugged her legs and put her on the bed, reached out to wrap her waist around her, and lay on her side: "Yunmi." ”

"I'm here."

"Have a good dream."

Yan Wugui helped her pull up the quilt, nestled in her neck socket, and fell asleep.

The cruelty of the war is far more magnificent than Yan Wugui described, he brought tens of thousands of people, and came back less than 100.

Each one is a living life, they can speak, they have emotions, and Yan Wugui can't treat them as virtual things.

In particular, there are some creeps who give him what they have on their bodies before they die, so that he can come back alive and give them to their parents.

A tear slowly flowed out of the corner of Yan Wugui's eyes.

The night is quiet.

The war is relentless.