CHAPTER XXVII

Woohoos

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"Woohoo!"

"Woohoo!"

"Woohoo!"

accompanied by Jiang Heng's shout.

The hundreds of thousands of terran soldiers behind him shouted loudly, the same two words "噋兴".

The sound is endless, resounding for more than 10,000 miles.

The gap between the two decades of indulgence has finally broken the so-called barrier at this moment.

Zhang Chengxuan, Lu Kang, the old generals who had followed General Wu Mu on the battlefield, had long been unable to bear the rush to come.

Outside the fortifications, they fell on their knees, and old tears lay under the gates.

They have long been in high positions and have cultivated profoundly, but this earthly emotion still lingers in their hearts. The grace of General Nawumu's knowledge, the love of life and death when he fought on the battlefield.

I can't allow that time, cultivation, and status to change.

Zhang Chengxuan lay in front of General Wu Mu's coffin, crying bitterly: "It's been 20 years! General! You're finally back! You're finally back......

Lu Kang on the side had already cried so much that he said half a sentence. Lu Boyan didn't expect that his grandfather, an old man who had been hard-headed all his life, would break out at such a time like this.

Jiang Heng stood there, and behind him was the younger generation.

Their existence is a new birth, and it is also a continuation.

Jiang Heng raised a black gun in his hand, and at this moment he had already changed into his own jet-black battle armor, and shouted loudly: "Woo Xing!"

The shout slowly went from the frontier to the Nanqi Prefecture Mansion.

When watching the army led by Jiang Heng slowly retreat, the Xiyan Demon King saw clearly: "He really only needs these!"

The demon kings led by him followed him when they saw the body of General Wu Mu of the Xiyan Demon Dynasty and bowed down.

Hongyan stood there, she looked at Jiang Heng's figure gradually moving away: "Sure enough, what Master said is right......"

It's not just him, even the Xiyan Demon King.

None of them thought about fighting this battle, but this battle had a reason why they had to fight.

The reason to have to give your life.

......

Red scarf for white silk.

The funeral team, which was personally guarded by Jiang Heng, slowly returned all the way to Nanqi Prefecture.

......

I remember the winter day twenty years ago.

A group of generals led by General Wu Mu were on the border when the flames were raging. Accompanying each other, driving away the enemy, and recovering the lost territory are their only dreams.

Like a flame, they need to be ignited together, with their lives to ignite.

The blood shawl, the national feud washes the face, and the corpse is in front of him.

In that cold wilderness, before the desolate land.

There are no so-called generals in that team, some only have like-minded brothers, and some only have the strong wine on their chests, with heart, intention, affection, and direction, which is enough to keep warm.

When they talk about tomorrow, they may win or die on the frontier.

It seems that there is infinite hope, but death is close to it.

He always said before he died, "Twenty years later, he will still be a good man!"

But twenty years have passed.

"General, why are you still lying there? Open your eyes and see, Helan Mountain is lacking, and our lost territory has been recovered!"

Remember?

Twenty years ago, we were still young, we went out together, we fought together in blood.

Feed that persistent oath: "Reclaim the lost ground!"

"General, do you remember?"

The cry accompanied General Wu Mu all the way, slowly moving south.

The songs of that year are still echoing in my ears, and who is not full of emotion?

......

Jiang Heng, as he said, left the frontier.

But he left all his army on the frontier, the last line of defense.

He wasn't the only one left behind.

Xu Gongming volunteered to stay, and the old generals Huang Hansheng and Wei Wenchang stayed one after another.

Jiang Heng left behind all the weapons and pills on his body.

I don't know when I'll be back.....

Where will we meet in the future?

Jiang Hengyan said: "Nanqi Prefecture Mansion is not as simple as the battlefield. The situation in officialdom has changed, and even I may not be able to get out of it. If it falls, I will beg His Royal Highness Zhurong to let me come to this side of the frontier and guard the first gate of Nanqi Prefecture with the generals. ”

That's right!

In the past, this fortification was the first entrance for the demon clan to enter the human world.

Before Jiang Heng left, he strengthened the defensive barrier almost every day and night.

That's what he can do.

He must not let the lost ground that he had finally come back to fall into the scorched earth again.

Look at the tens of thousands of miles under your feet, the lost tens of thousands of years of lost land.

Jiang Heng didn't know how long it would take for this place to regain its vitality if it experienced another war.

......

As for the demon clan's side.

All of his ghost pet legions were mixed with the legions of the Demon King of Naxi Yan and left. They're going to build a new power.

This is a hole card left by Jiang Heng.

In the future war between the human race and the demon race, they will inevitably have their due role.

After everything is arranged.

A dark horse under the crotch, dressed in black armor.

Jiang Heng walked in front of the team, and gradually crossed the range of lost territory.

They passed.

Nanhai City, Nanyun Country, Dongyang Kingdom.

The people in the country still remember these young generals who turned the tide.

They are grateful for what they have done, for recovering the lost ground.

It was only at this moment, when they saw General Wu Mu's spiritual throne high in front of the team.

They are more sad.

If the Reconquista is their dream.

Then General Wu Mu is their spiritual sustenance.

The people who had been displaced here back then had long since passed away, and only General Wu Mu reminded them of the outside of the city.

Where they used to be.

The whole city hung up with white mourning.

Along the way, it was not only those soldiers who knelt down, but also those who remembered General Wu Mu and his two sons who died in battle to defend the frontier twenty years ago.

At the moment they are back.

All they can do is shout, "Woo Xing".

Watching General Wu Mu's body slowly leave their sight, they headed towards the Nanqi Prefecture Mansion.

All the way, it was all mourning.

After 20 years, the remains of a generation of famous generals have finally been returned.

There is the south gate of the Nanqi Prefecture Mansion.

King Huaiwu of Qi and King Huaiyu of Chu have already led all the officials in the Nanqi Prefecture Mansion, and all the family forces have leaders and faces. Three days ago, he appeared at the south gate of the Nanqi Prefecture Prefecture......

Three days and three nights passed.

In the state of the two princes who don't eat or drink at all, they are the same.

Although King Huaiwu of Qi misbehaved in some things, but in this matter.

He was the only one who was upright.

How could he have forgotten his own blood twenty years ago, when he killed the enemy on the battlefield.

Under the sword, the enemies he defeated still kneeled before him.

He gave almost everything there, turning himself into a waste.

And his father and two brothers are completely giving their lives.

In the distance, the white mourning cloth came into view.

He knelt down at the same time as Huaiyu, the king of Chu.

He shouted in a sad voice: "Father, eldest brother, second brother......."

Slowly lowered his head.