The autumn sky is as blue as a wash. Under the cloudless clear sky, it rained snow-white rain from time to time, turning over the dripping waves, and making a noise......

It was the image of white paper money constantly being thrown in the air, and it was the sound of countless teardrops falling onto the loess until the pieces of loess turned into thin mud.

"Wu Anjun!"

"Wu Anjun!"

The cry of crying and grabbing the earth resounded between the heaven and the earth in front of Hangu Pass.

Hangu Seki! The land of the lock and key of the Qin State in the east, the defense is strict, there is no need to say more, it is said that at this time it is still wartime, it is usual, and only the side door or even the small door on the side is opened to let the people in and out, only when the army is opened, the main gate will be opened, even if the king is in person.

But today, it is the main gate, the side door, and the small door, and the nine doors are open together! For nothing else, just for their Wu'an Jun's soul to return to his hometown.

Above the city tower, the black-clothed and black-armored Qin army had disappeared, replaced by a white-clothed soldier, and even the spear of the killing weapon was tied with a white ribbon.

The city, which was not bustling with activity, was now silent, with only the occasional sobbing abruptly breaking the frozen air.

However, if you look from the gate, from ten miles before the gate to the streets within the gate, ten miles outside the gate, there are already kneeling people on board, all dressed in plain clothes and with white belts around their waists. Roughly counted, there are no less than tens of thousands of people.

And ten miles away, a faint cry has been heard, hundreds of thousands of Qin troops, everyone is in their body, with their most solemn ceremony, sent back their Wu Anjun - Wu Anjun who led them to blood for decades, Wu Anjun who fought for the country for thousands of miles, and Wu Anjun who exchanged his own body for the safety of the three armies.

Whining......

Outside the Ten Mile Pavilion, the musicians of the empire have already played the lamentation of the soul returning to their hometown.

In the whimpering song, an old man wearing a dark dragon robe and a nine-fold crown on his head stood in the middle of the road, who was it not King Yingji of Qin? And the gorgeous clothes and crown are the ceremonial clothes that were only worn at the time of the great sacrifice of the country.

Obviously, the King of Qin wanted to welcome the return of his "hero" of the Qin State with the highest specifications. Even if this "hero" has just been defeated and died, even if this "hero" has not completed the task entrusted by the empire, even if because of this "hero", the Qin State has just lost hundreds of thousands of troops, plus two strategic points.

But this still can't change the becoming of a white hero.

Wearing a gorgeous costume is the greatest recognition and praise for Bai Qi's life. It's just that in those still sharp eyes, the moment they saw the return army, a trace of longing and confusion unconsciously flashed, but they were soon replaced by infinite perseverance.

"Welcome!" The ceremonial officer on the side sang.

Everyone except the old man knelt down violently, grabbed the ground with their heads, and the cry instantly shook the heavens and the earth.

Even the voice of the ceremonial official trembled a little: "Wu Anjun, return to the country."

"Wu Anjun!"

"Wu Anjun!"

Heart-rending calls rang out again on both sides of the road.

At the forefront of the Qin army, a small path was quickly branched out, Fan Sui, the prime minister of the Qin State, walked at the forefront with a wooden box with white ashes in his hand, Wang Yi, the general of the Qin State, walked on the right rear side of Fan Sui with a bright armor and silver helmet in his hand, and Sima Cuo, the general of the Qin State, slowly walked on the left rear side of Fan Sui with a long sword in both hands.

The three people of the highest level of civil and military affairs of the Qin State held the bones and relics of Bai Qi in their hands, and in the midst of mourning and infinite shouts, they slowly walked in front of the old man in the middle of the road.

"My king!" The three of them bowed down together: "Wu Anjun, come back."

With that, the three of them raised the bones and relics in their hands in unison, but their heads were deeply bowed.

In an instant, the old man in charge seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. The trembling hands gently rubbed the helmet, battle armor, and long sword that Bai Qi had once wore, and in the end, he had to return to the wooden box containing the ashes.

As soon as he touched the wooden box, King Qin suddenly withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted. His eyes were already full of tears, and he was talking in the court

The scene, the picture of the white subdivision of the battle situation under the court, the long sword waving, and the heroic appearance, appeared in front of him one by one.

"Up!"

All kinds of reluctance finally turned into a short word!

It is not only an order to the three people, but also a call to the soul of Bai Qi.

Behind him, a coffin carried by one hundred and twenty-eight people slowly appeared in front of the three of them, and according to etiquette, the three of them should get up and put the white bones and relics into it in turn.

It's just that the three people in front of King Qin didn't get up.

Fan Sui, who was in the lead, immediately said in his hoarse voice: "My king, Wu Anjun's last order: bury the remnants of the body in the party and return to the homeland."

Behind him, Wang Yi gritted his teeth and said, "Battle armor, protect future generations."

"Sword, slash, enemy, bird!" Sima Cuo could barely cry.

"The body was buried in the party, and the body returned to the homeland. Armor protects descendants, and slashes the enemy with a sword!" King Qin muttered to himself, his hands unconsciously stroking the wooden box that was not too delicate over and over again.

And these four short words were naturally listened to by the surrounding ministers of the Qin State, and the moving and sad meaning in their hearts jumped on the surface, consciously or unconsciously, tears flowed down.

After a long time, King Qin finally collected his emotions and slowly spit out one word: "Quasi."

The ceremonial officer on the side immediately announced loudly to everyone: "Wu Anjun's last order: bury the body of the party and return to his homeland. Armor protects descendants, sword slashes the enemy!

The king said, "Sure!"

The subjects of the Qin State who heard the last order of Wu Anjun conveyed by the Taoist official burst into tears.

Wu Anjun, Bai Qi, really dedicated everything he had to the Qin State that he loved, and even the last relic wanted to make contributions to the Qin army again.

But such a hero is ...... Tears then fell again.

Just as the ceremonial officials sang Wu Anjun's last life, King Qin stopped Fan Sui, who was about to send the white urn into the coffin. Just when Fan Sui was puzzled, his hand suddenly became light.

I saw King Qin carefully take the wooden box in Fan Sui's hand with both hands, turned around, and walked towards the coffin - Prince Qin sent it into the coffin, how fortunate it was!

"Wu Anjun, the soul is back!" The ceremonial officer was slightly stunned, and then his heart was excited, and even with the pride between the roll call.

This is the State of Qin! This is the Qin State! A country for which everyone is willing to go to great lengths! If Zhao Kuo in the prisoner car saw this scene, would he regret that he didn't directly surrender to the Qin State and pull him down?

The ashes are put down, and the coffin is covered!

"Wu Anjun, let's go!" The ceremonial officer sang aloud again.

And at this moment, the jaw-dropping scene was staged again......