Yin Shanhe sat on the horse.

He seems to have returned to the past, as if he had returned to the time when he was fighting for Da Zhou.

He is for these people, for these Zhou people.

Now he's turned his back.

100,000 sergeants of the Fengwei battalion.

Of course, it is the most powerful team among the Twelve Path Domain Kings.

But in the previous charge, twenty or thirty thousand had been folded.

What he had to face now was the remaining Eleventh Path Vassal King.

A junior colonel looked at his prince, his eyes were full of puzzlement, and he didn't seem to understand why he wanted to defect.

Yin Shanhe's eyes calmly looked at the army that was already in chaos.

He said softly, "You pass down the order, let the barbarians go, and only the Zhou people who came out with us back then." ”

He wants Zhou people.

In this army, there are indeed Zhou people, but more than ten years have passed, and they are no longer what they used to be.

Age is always the worst enemy in a person's life.

They are no exception.

The wind blew the flag, undulating like the waves of the sea.

Zhou Tu looked at Yin Shanhe's distant back, and then suddenly shouted, "Old prince, you also promised me a request, you must come back alive!"

Yin Shanhe listened to these words,

His old cheeks seemed to grow younger at this point.

He also wants to live.

But he didn't deserve to live.

He looked at the corpses all over the field, at the blood flowing underground, at the corpses of these people.

His hand gripping the sword seemed to be clasped into the hilt.

The west wind howled.

He's gone.

But I didn't think about coming back.

He never left with the mentality of wanting to live, and naturally he will not come back with the mentality of living.

When you go, you should forgive your sins and fulfill your wishes.

He didn't want to live anymore.

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Zhou Tu knelt there, tears flowing uncontrollably.

Yin Shanhe's voice came from afar, but at this time it was still smiling and comforting, although it was against the west wind, it still made people listen so comfortably.

"Your Majesty, wipe away your tears, there is still a way to go......"

The wind blew on Zhou Tu's face.

So the tears really dried.

The soldiers of Ma Weiguan rushed out and returned to the city wall with Zhou Tu.

Those people stared at Yin Shanhe and walked away, and then understood.

Understood that they didn't have to die tonight.

Or they understand that someone has died for them, and someone has died for them.

Li Fengliang looked at Yin Shanhe who was far away and Zhou Tu who was carried back, his eyes were wet.

What kind of emotion is this? He couldn't tell, and he couldn't tell.

He slammed his sword into the dirt in front of him.

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General Ning Yuan, who was on the city wall, watched.

The soldiers around him watched.

The people of the city watched.

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Yin Shanhe, the former general of the Great Zhou Dynasty, returned to his position.

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This sentence, after more than ten years, this hatred has naturally been hidden for more than ten years.

And now, because of a word of sorry, it is all reduced to nothingness.

Zephyr sent his last words.

"Your Majesty, wipe away your tears, there is still a way to go......"

They knew it was going to be a good way to go.

For there are countless people who have paved this road with blood and flesh, and countless people have thrown their lives on this road.

It will be a flat, high-facing road.

There were hundreds of thousands of people in that city because they didn't have to die.

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Li Feng also knelt down suddenly.

He didn't kneel to the barbarians, he knelt down to the old man with white hair.

There is still a way to go.

He knew what Yin Shanhe had paid for Da Zhou.

He knelt down and bowed to the ground.

"Li Fengliang, the general of the Great Zhou Dynasty soldiers and horses...... Send the old general!"

General Ning Yuan at the head of the city also knelt down suddenly, and the sergeants behind him, and the people behind him who were already calmly preparing to die, all knelt down at this time.

The people behind didn't know what was going on in front of them, but they finally knelt down.

The entire Ma Weiguan seemed to be kneeling at this time.

"The Great Zhou Ma Wei guards Ning Yuan...... Send the old general!"

"Great Zhou Ma Weiguan private...... Send the old general!"

"The people of the Great Zhou Dynasty...... Send the old general!"

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It was the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Some people are gone.

In exchange for some people to stay.

Thus these farewell voices are better than the fiercest drums on the battlefield, the most stirring shouts, and the most exciting shouts.

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Yin Shanhe sat on the horse.

His order has been given.

His decision has been made.

The rear team of the phoenix tail camp became the front team, and he rode in the middle on horseback.

The crowd parted and made a way.

He was expressionless at the sound of farewell, not knowing what he was thinking.

He knew what he was going to do, and he began to be glad that he had let Yin Hongdie leave early.

Yin Shanhe began to bow his head and think, was it because he had already prepared for this, and then let Yin Hongdie leave?

He didn't know.

His heart should have died more than a decade ago.

But he still lived for more than ten years.

Yin Ziqing has found a good master, how is his marriage to Princess Nanjun now?

He's so stupid, even if the princess doesn't like him, he should be.

He is so stupid, can he learn to learn the sword, and does he understand what the master says?

After Yin Hongdie knew that she was dead, would she be sad and sad?

She may cry and shout to find the King of the Eleventh Road to avenge herself.

But what's the matter.

Someone around her would stop her.

She is so old, what should she do about her marriage? She has lived for hatred for more than ten years, when will she be able to live for herself once?

Yin Shanhe closed his eyes.

There was no pain in his expression.

He was thinking.

It's fantasy.

Thinking about the beautiful life that everyone yearns for.

He comforted himself and said, "After tonight, she will be able to live for herself." ”

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Bleak autumn.

Bleak.

Yue Zhanmei and the Eleventh Road Domain King both reflected.

Some soldiers have not yet crossed the river.

Some soldiers didn't know what was happening.

He rode on his horse and looked at the fluttering banner in the distance with the word "Yin" written on it.

He knew that if Yin Shanhe defected, he would not be able to take Ma Weiguan tonight no matter what.

There was no anger in his eyes, just confusion.

He didn't understand what Yin Shanhe was for?

Yue Zhanmei wrapped his battle robe around his body, but he felt a little cold through his heart.

A sergeant next to him cautiously asked, "What shall we do?"

Yue Zhanmei didn't answer him, but he couldn't help but scold, "Zhou people are terrible." ”

He saw Yin Shanhe's horse, and saw the white-haired old man riding out on a horse.

He said calmly, "Old prince, may you think twice." ”

Yin Shanhe looked at him on his horse, and just said calmly, "Don't call me the old prince, from this moment on, there will be no more Yin Shanhe as a vassal king." ”

He thought for a moment, and then continued, "Some are just Yin Shanhe, the general of the Great Zhou Soldiers and Horses. ”

The drums beat in the phoenix tail camp.

This is a signal to attack.

Yin Shanhe knew that it was not only himself who had returned to his place.

Those Zhou people who have been away from home for more than ten years, and those Zhou people who have followed Yin Shanhe out of the customs for more than ten years are all back at this moment.

What about the Eleventh Road Domain?

They used to be the most elite troops of the Great Zhou.

Camp Fengwei.

Da Zhou is the head of the dragon, and they are the phoenix tail.

Even if people are old at this time, they still have to make the enemy fearful.

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