The black clouds pressed the city, the armor light turned to the sun, countless war horses connected the city, and the vast grassland was suddenly black and green.

The horses of the north are tall and strong, and they are not as weak as those in the south. Their ancestors proved the strength of their iron horses under their crotch more than 150 years ago, which can break the wind, move mountains, reclaim the sea, cross Europe and Asia, and break the dragon vein of the Central Plains Dynasty. There are no tiles left in the places where they pass, and there are no bones.

Now, they are waiting for the Ming army, but only a few people. Just because there is one person among these few people, when he is angry, the princes are afraid, and if he lives in peace, the world is prosperous, and this person is the sword of the Ming Dynasty.

Warat also knew very well that this man could defeat thousands of troops with a sword, and the head of this person on his neck would be unstable, so he gathered the army and chatted for comfort.

At some point, a strong wind blew on the grassland, and the wind blew his hair, which made the gray-haired old man in the mission even more sorrowful.

The old man understood Emperor Jingtai's thoughts very well, the emperor who was unwilling to welcome back his brother until he died, sent him to just find a random reason to continue to stay in Warat.

But he is a loyal minister, even if he touches the scales, he must fulfill the loyalty in his heart, and even if he dies, he will welcome the Emperor Taishang back to the Ming Dynasty. So he found a man, a man who could take the head of the enemy from among the hosts with a single sword.

The old man arched his hand to the man, and his low appearance did not look like a powerful minister who stirred up the situation, but had a bit of the meaning of a person from the house.

He asked, "Dare to ask Jian Zun, how sure are you that you will protect the safety of the Emperor Taishang?" ”

The man didn't pick him at all, but picked a small flower from the side of the road, put it under his nose, sniffed and sniffed, took a big sip of wine and hummed an inaudible ballad, and his arrogant appearance was very suitable for his age of about twenty years.

The old man waited quietly, not daring to be impatient.

After a while, the man spread his arms, felt the stubborn wind on the prairie, and raised a finger with great confidence.

The old man was shocked, "Only one percent?!! ”

The man laughed and said, "It's going to happen!" ”

With that, he opened his arms again, as if to subdue the winds of the steppe and take them into his arms.

It's just that...... Even though the wind was subdued, his heart was like a wild horse galloping on this vast grassland.

From time to time he became very sad again, and talked nonsense to himself.

"I haven't seen you for more than a year, how are you doing? Do you still hate me? Have you ever missed me? ”