There is nothing more cruel and absolute than death, and the battlefield is a fertile ground for the flowers of death to bloom, but wherever the smoke of gunpowder fills the field, there are always corpses strewn everywhere, and blood flows and pestles.

She has been in the army for a long time, and she has participated in more than one or two battles, but none of them has made Yan Liwei so panicked and afraid, and the pain that made her tremble is far more intense than when she saw the corpses and bones everywhere at that time.

The flames of war have not yet been extinguished, and the right wing of the Dayuan army on the Wanxia battlefield is already a mass grave where the living and the dead cannot be distinguished.

There were not many of the three thousand light horsemen left, and as far as the eye could see, there were Hosdu soldiers in armor everywhere, and occasionally saw a few commotions and chaos, and they were all quickly suppressed by the dense soldiers and horses, which was not as safe as Yun Jiuzhong expected.

Late?

Does he ...... Still alive?

The strength on his body was sucked away by the tragic scene, and his legs were weak and he almost sat down, but Nan Rin held on to him silently, and his handsome sword eyebrows frowned without a trace.

"Saving people is the main thing."

With a wave of his hand, Nan Rin calmly ordered, and the five thousand elite soldiers of the Fox Hill Country who were gearing up shouted loudly, and rushed towards the battlefield with full vigor.

"Can you walk on your own?" Slowly letting go of his hand, Nan Rin stuffed his saber into Yan Liwu, "You go find someone, and I'll take someone to clear them back." ”

No matter how painful things are, you can't give up, even if the result is decided, and the tragedy is irreversible, which is one of the principles that life in exile teaches you to leave your worries. Taking a deep breath and barely stopping his sad look, he tried to straighten his body, clenched his fists, and slowly turned back to face the female soldiers.

"Please, everyone, even if it's only one breath, try to save those who are still alive as much as possible!"

Where the wolf smoke is filled, how many people will never come back? And how many people are dying, desperately waiting for hope with the strength they have left? Reluctant to think about anything about death, he forced himself to calm down, looking for the long-lost figure on the blood-stained earth.

Whether it's life or death, be sure to find him.

The thousands of Hostu soldiers who had come to cover for the lonely water were exhausted after a battle, and when they saw a large number of enemies descending from the sky, they lost their sharpness; When Nan Rin, who was dressed in dark heavy armor, led the elite soldiers into sight, the remaining three points of courage began to drain.

Nan Rin on the battlefield is majestic and earth-shattering, like a god of war.

"Fox, Fox Hill...... It's the Red Soul Army of Fox Hill! ”

Huo Sidu shouted in a panic, which immediately caused a large commotion, and in the commotion there were several discordant screams one after another, and a few blood rays rose and fell somewhere.

Are there still people in the Yuan country who are resisting? Nan Rin was a little surprised, and immediately kicked the horse's belly, and the heavy sword on his back was lifted in his hand, leaving a long scratch on the blood-stained ground.

The sword eyebrows are flying, and the eyes are shining.

"Kill, no mercy."

Then there was dust and a river of blood, and the clear sky was shattered by screams, and a rain of blood covered with blood.

That day was not the last battle between the Allied forces of Hostu and Obuchi, but it was the most tragic game of this war of aggression and defense.

At dusk, the allied army of Hosdu, which had fallen into a nightmare, finally ushered in the call to return to the battle, but unfortunately too many people could no longer hear the beautiful sound that represented a moment of peace - in this battle, the Hosdu Empire alone lost seventeen good generals and more than 12,000 soldiers, and of these more than 10,000 people, 5,000 died on the left flank of the army.

That is, the right wing of the Yuan National Army, the place where more than 200 heroes of the rivers and lakes died heroically.

The slanting sun gradually pulls out the red sunset that spreads all over the sky, and for a time the sky and the earth are the same color, full of red.

Yan Liwu didn't know how long she had been walking on the battlefield where the bones were piled up, how many corpses she had turned over with her stiff hands, and how many dying people she had saved.

I can't tell you how I feel, I just feel numb to the pain, and I'm so scared that I panic.

What about the warmth of the ink?

Where is the warmth and affection?

He said that he would protect himself and would definitely live to see her, walk through this troubled world with her, and live together.

The agreement he promised her had never been broken, and this time it was the same, right?

Isn't someone as powerful as him always able to turn the tide of danger and turn the tide?

Since he is a hero, how can God be willing to let him leave too early, how can he bear to let him close his eyes forever before he sees the great abyss return to peace and prosperity?

There are too many chaotic thoughts in Yan Liwu's mind, his chest is suffocated and heavy, and there is a feeling of depression that he has not felt for a long time.

I want to cry.

But at this time, he was not around, and no one could replace him, wipe away her tears and give her a warm hug.

Because there is only one warmth in this world, she only loves this one man!

The low whimper that suddenly sounded was so abrupt in the stagnant and heavy atmosphere that every female soldier straightened up and looked blankly at the woman who suddenly knelt on the ground trembling and hugged her body, and everyone showed a sad and heartbroken expression on their faces.

It is the light they look up to, the legend they look forward to, and the pair of beautiful people they sincerely bless.

If it falls, how can it not hurt?

"General Red Lotus...... And we're in ...... You still have our ......" The female soldiers who gradually gathered gathered around Yan Liwei, and gently stroked Yan Liwei's thin back with both hands, but no one wiped away her tears, nor did she have any comfort.

They weren't the ones who could wipe away her tears.

If Wen Moqing died, persuasion would be useless.

Later, everyone started crying, for no particular reason, just feeling uncomfortable, sad, sad, painful.

The sound of horses' hooves shook the earth in the distance, and the fox hill elite soldiers who drove the enemy back to the camp returned, with a bloody body and a sword in their hands.

"Still won't give up?"

When he was in front of him, Nan Rin lowered his head and asked.

Yan Liwu didn't answer, he didn't even have the strength to nod, and a pair of fists that were automatically clenched in pain were bloodless, cold and stiff.

"Chu Ci said that if there is anyone on this battlefield who should live to the end, that person must be the young master of the broken army of Junzilou." Turning over and dismounting, Nan Rin picked up Yan Liwu with one hand, and pushed her behind him while talking to himself, his face was still as calm as a windless lake, "What Chu Ci said, I never missed it, so I brought him back." ”

The body eroded by grief shook suddenly, and Yan Li looked up in a daze.

The crimson neckline and ink-colored kaftan were his favorite narrow-sleeved gowns, with an ugly knot she had woven by hand around her waist; The slender fingers, like bamboo bones, were the warm palms of his cheeks that he had caressed her green cheeks, and there was still a jasper ring on her ring finger that she had willfully imposed.

Even the smile on the corner of his lips has not changed for thousands of years, and it coincides with the expression of affection in his memory.

That's really him, the warmth of life.

"Did I tell you? It's ugly for you to cry. ”

He stretched out his hand, and he smiled lightly, curling his fingers to sweep away the tears on his pale cheeks.

She also reached out and gently wiped away a few blood marks from his face.

It's just such a simple action, so excited and so happy that I almost forgot to breathe, how long is the separation, how deep the longing can be engraved? Yan Liwu didn't know if her smile was decent, whether it could make Wen Moqing look at ease, but the tears, no matter how much she laughed at herself, she couldn't stop it.

There are thousands of hardships, but this moment is full of gratitude.

"General Red Lotus and Wen Shaoxia were so happy that they couldn't speak? Then hurry back to the city, you see, Wen Shaoxia is still injured! ”

The women who were still crying with red circles in their eyes just now burst into tears and laughed, pushing and shoving one by one, but they did not forget to remind everyone to return quickly - the sharp-eyed people found that the chest of Wen Moqing's black clothes was cut for a long time, revealing a large amount of blood, which seemed to be still flowing.

"It seems to be badly injured." Yan Liwu wiped away his tears, replaced Sect Master He with warm and warm feelings, and breathed a low sigh of relief, "Go back, you have to bandage the wound and apply medicine as soon as possible." ”

Wen Moqing responded lightly, and then didn't say anything, and fell crooked on Yan Li's shoulder and fainted.

If it weren't for the obsession to see her and live, maybe he would have fallen long ago, away from this warm world that is about to usher in peace.

On the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, it became a turning point in the battle between the allied army of Hostu and the Yuan Kingdom, the most tragic battle occurred on this day, and the most miraculous reversal also occurred on this day.

The most mysterious and powerful Red Soul Army of the Fox Hill Country joined the Wanxia battlefield, and the descendants of the Nan clan, the god of war who had been hidden for decades, reappeared, and began to destroy the withering and decaying situation from a corner of the battlefield, and led the Red Soul Army to sweep the battlefield in just three days, and together with the Yuan Army and hundreds of heroes in the rivers and lakes of Zhongzhou, they have been forcing the Hosdu allied forces to retreat to the area of the Kuanyue River six hundred miles south of Wanxia.

After that, the situation showed a one-sided trend.

Like a miracle, the main building of the Ranxue Pavilion Qianhan destroyed the Hosdu firearms depot with only twelve men, but for some reason, there was a clear opportunity to kill the lord of Hosdu and several important ministers, but Lou Qianhan did not make a move.

A few days later, the Red Soul Army annihilated all the troops of the Nanqing Kingdom, cut off the right flank of the Allied army and the only remaining supply line of the Hosdu Allied army, and forced the Prince of Nanqing to surrender and withdraw from the Allied army. Seeing that the situation was not good, the Duo Kingdom and the Qingyue Kingdom betrayed the Hosdu Empire and broke away from the alliance, and reflexively sought reconciliation from the Great Yuan to preserve the remaining combat strength, and the Hosdu Imperial Army was quickly defeated when it fought alone.

One son loses, and all the games are lost.

However, for the Yuan Kingdom, life is not too easy, when the Hosdu Imperial Army has lost enough strength to rival the Yuan Army, the Red Soul Army unexpectedly proposed to return to the country, and has no intention of continuing to help the Yuan Kingdom completely wipe out Hosdu.

On the other hand, there were also different voices on how to deal with the defeated Emperor of the Hosdu Empire.

Most of the courtiers advocated taking advantage of the victory to pursue and defeat the powerful country Hosdu in one fell swoop, which could not only expand the territory of the Yuan Kingdom and extend its influence to foreign lands, but also use it to deter other countries and consolidate the hegemony of the Yuan Kingdom; There was also a faction dominated by the new emperor Wen Moshu who advocated abandoning it and reaching peace talks with the Hosdu Empire, which had failed in its invasion.

Whether it is advance or retreat, whether it is war or peace, the topic of endless debate has nothing to do with Yan Liwu and Wen Moqing, from being seriously injured and walking off the battlefield to recuperating in the room comfortably, Wen Moqing has only done one serious thing.

asked Lou Qianhan not to hurt the lives of Baishan and others.