The war between the Luoqi Dynasty and Xiliang lasted for seven years, during which the soldiers practiced every day and could throw their heads and spill their blood on the battlefield. Patrol closely at night, beware of enemy raids, in order to return to the court as soon as possible, and also to go home to see his wife and children.

The battlefield is littered with corpses and severed limbs, the ground is completely red with blood, and many soldiers are still cleaning up the battlefield.

Suddenly, it seems that you can look back and see the wind and sand in the sky, thousands of miles of red land. Armed with spears or broadswords, the soldiers fought to the death against the enemy. The golden drums in the rear are in the sky, the horns are contending, and the flag with the word 'Xiao' is hung high, flying in the wind, and making a rustling sound.

The horses' hooves rolled, the shouts, the clashing of weapons, the neighing and wailing were still in my ears. Between the lightning and flint, the sword and the sword, there will be a life in the world. In the thrilling fierce battles, the soldiers brandished their weapons and killed their eyes, and their minds were completely filled with the words "protect the family and defend the country".

They left their homeland and went to the battlefield with a lot of blood. Even in the face of a desperate situation, he still held his position and did not flinch, and fought with all his strength until the last moment, never letting his home country be trampled by the enemy's invasion.

The sun is setting, the sunset is dyeing the sky red, and the strong smell of blood in the air has not dissipated for a long time. Xiao Mohan stood on the edge of the city wall with his hands in his hands, looking at the corpses all over the field in the distance, and couldn't help but wet his eyes.

The young man made a wish to the sky and was proud to overcome all difficulties. The Mercedes-Benz battlefield is separated by yin and yang, and the sword is like a dream shining on the moon. During the Jinge Iron Horse battlefield, the soldiers who died in the battle have not been returned. The child's wife and mother cried in tears, and they will never return to each other in this life.

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Tonight's night was surprisingly good, the soldiers won the battle, and Xiao Mohan specially set up a celebration banquet for the army and the people to have fun. They shouted around the campfire, drank and punched, and drank and drank pots of soju, and their emotions became more and more high.

Although Xiliang is not as rich and strong as Luo Qi, it is not bad, and it can be seen from the seven-year war that their strength should not be underestimated. In this era of war, no one is willing to fall behind, and they all want to command the heroes to compete in the Central Plains.

This time, Xiliang was defeated, signed a defeat treaty, promised to bow to Luo Qi, and pay tribute every year.

Xiao Mohan has sword eyebrows and sideburns, his eyes are like the sun, and his posture is as tall as a pine.

He sat down on the top, poured himself a glass of wine, stood up and shouted to the soldiers.

"Brothers, this battle, although it was difficult, we still won! You are Luo Qierlang, the hero and pride of our dynasty! It is the patron saint in the hearts of the people! This is the victory and the world that we have worked so hard for, and when we wait until tomorrow, we will return to the court and complete the agreement we made before the expedition. His tone paused, a little heavy, "Do your best to survive and go home together!" ”

"Go home! Go home! Go home!!! ”

As soon as the mention of returning to the dynasty, all the soldiers were excited, and it was more exciting than going into battle to kill the enemy, and everyone had an excited smile on their faces, but it was difficult to hide their choked voices.

Xiao Chuhong was dressed in hard silver armor, his eyes were clear, and he sat quietly on the side. After experiencing battlefield battles, his eyes seemed to be weathered, and although the killing intent of the bone was as restrained as possible, it poured out inadvertently.

The right hand of the toast has grown a thick callus, which has healed again after its wear and bleeding, and has become its current appearance over and over again.

Xiao Chuhong doesn't seem to like to talk much, only when discussing military affairs, he will talk endlessly, but in fact, he gets along very well with many soldiers in private. However, in the face of serious matters, if someone makes a mistake, it will be dealt with by absolute military law and will not be merciless.

"Yue'er, why are you sitting here alone, not with everyone?"

Xiao Chuhong's mother Lu Jingshu does not know martial arts, and when she came to the border with Xiao Mohan, a few years have passed, and her originally smooth and fair skin is now a lot rougher. After all, there are often winds and sand here, and the water and soil do not support people, so how good can it be.

"Mother, why are you here?" Xiao Chuhong's gaze softened for a moment, and he moved his position to let Lu Jingshu sit down, "Drinking hurts your body, and it's the same for children to look at it." ”

She smiled and looked up at Xiao Mohan, who was majestic at the high position, but could not hide the pain in her eyes.

"Your father should be very sad now, if I don't come, who can relieve him of the bitterness in his heart?"