"A year and three months ago, my father led his troops to fight and was trapped in the Chiyue Gorge, up and down the army, all the generals were spared, all of them died in the canyon, a million troops, more than half of them were lost, more than 500,000 people, buried in the loess of the canyon." Liu Shaobai looked down at Liu Yunchen's tablet, this life should have been her father's person, but before she could really meet her, she died tragically......

She could only piece together her father's appearance from those fragmentary memories in her mind.

It was a handsome and tall man, with a million men in his hands, galloping on the battlefield.

When he returns, he will always wash off the smell of blood as soon as possible, and put on new clothes to appear in front of Liu Shaobai.

Like all loving fathers in the world, he poured out all his tenderness to his daughters.

Even if Liu Shaobai is just a fool for more than ten years, he lives very comfortably under the protection of this pair of powerful arms.

Where Liu Yunchen was, no one dared to bully Liu Shaobai.

He was like a high mountain, blocking Liu Shaobai's body, and using his body to block all the damage for Liu Shaobai.

in the mind.

Liu Shaobai's biggest impression of Liu Yunchen is that every time Liu Yunchen leaves home, he takes off his regular clothes and puts on armor, holds a spear, pats her little head with a gentle smile on his face, and whispers:

"Little white girl, Daddy will be back soon."

In more than ten years, Liu Shaobai has heard these words thousands of times, but the last time......

Liu Yunchen never returned.

What Qi Baimeng brought back from the battlefield was the cold tablet with the three words Liu Yunchen written on it.

The man who always likes to lift Liu Shaobai high and smile brighter than the sun never appeared again.

Liu Shaobai's voice did not have the slightest fluctuation, as if he was calmly narrating a story.

But every word she said seemed to bring back to the day of national mourning more than a year ago.

500,000 troops died tragically, and nearly 100 generals were shrouded in horse leather......

Under the command of the Marquis of Chiyan, all the generals did not survive and fought until the last moment.

The corpse of the main general Liu Yunchen was never recovered, and only the spear that had accompanied him through countless battles was left on the battlefield, which was cut in two and placed on the battlefield.

On that day, the whole state was in mourning.

How many bereaved people wept to death in the streets.

Qi Baimeng was seriously injured and unconscious, but she was still holding the spear that was broken in two in her hand, and the tablet with her husband's name written on it.

The army under the command of Chiyan Marquis is the backbone of Dazhou.

It is also the soul of the army in Dazhou.

The people present lowered their heads, their eyes slightly red.

Many of them had relatives who died in that battle.

Liu Shaobai's voice did not rise and fall in the slightest, and her gaze skimmed over the dead Heroic Spirit tablets present, and finally fell on the emperor's body.

"Do you remember?"

"That'...... It was an accident... Shaobai, for the death of your father and the generals...... I...... I am also very heartbroken...... "The emperor's lips trembled slightly, and his rapidly rising and falling chest revealed the uneasiness in his heart at the moment.

"Accident?" Liu Shaobai looked at the emperor who was pretending to be grieving, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Lu Buyao, who was on the side, also endured the pain in his heart, and said in a hoarse voice: "Shaobai, your father's death...... No one wants to, he died for the big state, for the country he guarded all his life, you ......"