The Qishan defense line is covered with heavy snow and ice. Frost adorns everything here, including corpses.

The blood that had just flowed from the corpse was hot, and after a few breaths it was cold, and after a while it froze.

The red ice mixed with the snow looks like crystal agate, and they accompany the dead body, poignant and bewitching.

The war had just ended, and there were many corpses of Beihua soldiers and demon clans. The world of red and white is like a product of the fusion of ice and fire.

Winters in Beihua are cold, and the Qishan defense line is located in the northernmost part of Beihua, with the lowest temperature. The frozen blood under the walls will remain for a while, and it will not melt away until summer.

More than 1,000 years ago, the Qishan defense line was established, and in the time since, blood has been flowing, and the blood of the human race and the blood of the demon race are intertwined, immersed in the city wall and soil, and become a part of all things in heaven and earth.

In the early years, there were people who handled the blood that had been frozen into ice. However, if the war does not stop, the blood will continue to flow, and slowly, everyone will get used to it, clean up the corpses of the people on their side, and leave the rest alone.

Song Changgeng stood in the pile of dead people, surrounded by the corpses of the robes, his expression was sad, he stood on the spot, dazed.

At the beginning of the war, he was the bravest in battle. Since he was a general, his men had to fight to the death with him.

It is understandable that fighting for the Terrans is highly conscious, but when something happens, there is no way to go back to the past.

At the beginning, he promised Huo Wujia to get the deployment map of the Qishan defense line, and he wanted to use the deployment map to save Zhao Ying's life.

Not everyone can see the arming map, Song Changgeng is a five-rank general, he wants to get access to the defense map, then he must be qualified to contact the defense map.

Exploits were the only way for him to obtain this qualification, and he took the lead in every war. Others only said that he killed the enemy bravely, but they didn't think about what was behind it.

After the war, looking at the corpse lying beside him, Song Changgeng was stunned. The tension on the battlefield was high, killing or being killed, and he didn't have time to think about anything else.

The beacon fire dissipated, everything settled, and the people around him fell one by one, leaving him with a shock.

When the other generals saw him, they thought he was grateful for his brotherhood, but they didn't expect how much remorse was hidden in it.

Song Changgeng woke up from the mistake, and he picked up his brother's body and went back. It was no longer possible to let the brothers return to their roots, and bringing them back to the Qishan defense line was the only thing he could do as a general.

Like the walking dead, he repeated it monotonously, dragging back the bodies of his brothers who had died in battle. Dragged the last body back, he went limp and fell to the ground, his nose hitting the frozen ground, as if something was leaking out.

The general next to him saw Song Changgeng's appearance and sighed: "Good man, it's just that the battlefield sword doesn't have long eyes." ”

A general walked up to Song Changgeng and asked, "Can you still stand up?"

As he spoke, he bent down and supported Song Changgeng in a gesture.

Song Changgeng was too tired, he used his strength to stand up and said, "I am incompetent, let so many brothers die on the battlefield, and I will never go back." ”

"Don't blame yourself, they will understand you, the battlefield is no better than other places, if you are not careful, you will die, and no one will blame you. The general beside him comforted.

Song Changgeng said: "I can't get over that hurdle!"

"It's nothing, it's going to pass. When you first came to the battlefield, can you do it to monsters and people? Now, these hurdles are nothing, relax your heart, and come step by step. ”

"I hope ......"

The general on the side asked, "By the way, brother, your name is Song Changgeng." ”

"Well, yes. ”

"The disciple of the legendary Seven Elders of the Sword Sect?"

Song Changgeng nodded, "That's right." ”

"Then does your master really have four arms?"

Song Changgeng was puzzled: "What?"

"I knew by looking at your expression, the rumors were fake. My subordinate Zhao Lao Er didn't believe it, so he had to talk to me. The general smiled and continued: "It is rumored that your master has four arms, usually only two are exposed, and when no one is around, four arms are exposed. ”

"False, this kind of rumor can't be believed. ”

The general smiled and said, "That's right, all kinds of rumors have been flying all over the sky these years, and I admire Elder Ye a lot." ”

Song Changgeng said: "I took a bath with him, and my two arms are clear. ”

"You fight so hard every time you fight, you are worthy of being a disciple of Elder Ye. The general said sincerely.

Song Changgeng knew that he was sorry for his master's trust, although when he first arrived here, he wanted to eliminate demons and protect the Qishan defense line. It's only been two years, and the original intention hasn't changed, but it's mixed with other things.

The general next to him smiled: "You have been fighting hard these days, and it won't be long before you can be promoted to a fourth-grade general, which is really enviable." Brother, I am a teenager, and I have no shadow when I am promoted to the fourth rank of general. ”

Song Changgeng said: "The promotion is indeed good news. ”

"Hey, I've heard people say that you were kidnapped by the demon clan once before, and not only escaped, but also made a great contribution. Those people above want you to be promoted to the fourth grade, considering your age, but you didn't get promoted in the end, is it true?"

Song Changgeng was silent for a long time, slowly lowered his head, and said hoarsely: "I don't want to mention this." ”

"Ah...... Oh, ha, don't mention it, don't mention it, I'm stupid, talking nonsense. Don't mind, brother, don't mind. ”

Song Changgeng stopped talking and returned to the defense line to rest.

One step closer to the deployment map of the Qishan defense line, the blessing and misfortune are unpredictable, he is not a fool, and the reason behind Zhao Ying's survival must not be simple.

Huo Wujia asked him to steal the Qishan defense line map, and the princes of Dongze handed over the affairs of the military state to Ye Feng's disciple, and this disciple's strength was low and he was overwhelmed.

Song Changgeng couldn't figure it out, but he did it anyway. The deployment map of the Qishan defense line can do a lot of things, and if he gets the deployment map, he is no longer a simple chess piece.

Huo Wujia is strong, but everyone has weaknesses.

Song Changgeng had a plan in his mind, a very disgusting plan. He decided to do it, and it was so disgusting that no one else could do anything about it.

In the process of implementing the plan, many people will be killed, and the robes that die on the battlefield are part of it, and there will be others in the future.

Admittedly, this plan also disgusted himself, but compared to the harvest after the fact, he can bear it!

Heavy snow near the Qishan defense line continued day and night, covering the corpses killed in battle. In the vast land of smoke and waves in the southeast, wind and rain are the accomplices of the murderer.

After a storm, there is no trace, the detectives are a minority after all, many people are dead and dead, and no one finds out.

Hu Junge thought so, so he decided to go with the knife. If there is no such storm, killing so many people needs to be carefully considered and carefully prepared...... There is no need!

Zhao Yanyan stood aside and looked at Hu Junge with interest. She has done this expression many times, God knows how she hid it from King Fu and ran around with Hu Junge.

The inn is remote, and it is raining heavily, Hu Junge wants to kill the person opposite cleanly, and the twenty-two people on the opposite side also want to kill him cleanly.