Chapter Seventy-Three: Alone
After several months, the army finally arrived in Mobei. The frost was getting colder, and the speed slowed down significantly after so long of tiring travel.
Nan Cheng and Bei Huai glanced at each other, and she picked her chin, signaling Bei Huai to speak.
He nodded solemnly, ordered the army to stop, and said, "Less than ten miles ahead is Yuanjia Pass, and after this checkpoint is Wu Lan's territory." It must be clear to everyone that this land was obtained by them burning, killing, plundering, and trampling on our people. Everyone still remembers their original intentions for this expedition, and they must win the first battle no matter what! ”
Because of these words, everyone's blood was high again, and they could finally fight the enemy, and the hardships of the road were really exhausting.
Yuebei Huai had to admire Mu Nan Tang, who was full of energy and vigilance all the way. Once, the deputy general Lian Xun patted her shoulder from behind, but she was unexpectedly dislocated by Nan Tang's hand knife, which can be described as unspeakable.
Su Yicheng teased in a low voice: "It seems that someone's future life is very miserable, and it is good to prepare all the Chinese medicine at home." What responded to him was the familiar sneer, and then Su Yicheng was naturally silenced.
Night is approaching, waving troops under the city, the wind is howling, and the terracotta is permeated. It is also sorrowful, and it is also pathos.
Nan Tang looked at the layers of twilight, and had an idea in his heart, so he sighed deeply and sang slowly:
"The song is only a few words,
The glimpses of the past are also gone.
Between the media, only a piece of a second deviation,
In the end, it was a matter of life. ”
It's like being embattled, and the pliable root at the bottom of my heart hits with a blow. It turns out that things that seemed so ordinary in the past are especially precious after most of the time and distance in between.
The pillow is fragrant, the bamboo chopsticks on the table, and the yellow millet in the bowl has feelings in every subtlety.
If one day, no one will add food for you, and then put your chopsticks on the table, smiling and urging, then it will be uncomfortable to spend a long time alone.
Mu Nancheng took advantage of everyone's sadness to pull Su Yicheng's sleeve and said, "What are you best at?" ”
Su Yicheng smiled proudly: "Needless to say, it is naturally a fan and light work." ”
"Okay, just sneak into Yuanjiaguan with me and find out the enemy."
Su Yicheng's eyes widened and said, "What are you crazy about?" Will Hu Lu Qihan allow you to go? And why are you going to throw yourself into the net, why do you want to take me with you? ”
"It's because I don't want people to tell him, so I'm more relieved that you're next to me." Mu Nancheng shrugged his shoulders indifferently, putting life and death out of the way.
"It seems that I have no choice, so I can only sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman." There was a deep sense of helplessness in the words.