The night is solemn, and countless stars shine brightly in the sky, reflecting the sky in a rosy red. The huge bright full moon hung silently in the air, casting a white glow over the battlefield.

On a high slope on the side of Bataan, a man and a woman sit next to each other.

Snuggling on his shoulder, Liu Fengshuang was quietly listening to Zi Chuanxiu's words, his clear eyes glowing with a faint brilliance. She hung her head quietly, listening to Zi Chuanxiu's words, her expression unmoving. From time to time, she raised her head again, and looked quietly at the side of his face, the well-defined outline, the emaciated, tired face, and the two faint wrinkles on his forehead. This made Liu Fengshuang feel that there was a vicissitudes that had broken into his sweetheart's life, and he could not leave it since.

Before we met, she had a lot of things she wanted to confide in him in person, but for some reason, when she really saw others and breathed in his warm breath, she suddenly felt that this was enough.

Most of the time, it's just Zichuan Xiu talking, talking about what happened at the time of separation, the suffering of the past, the rìzi of the future, the wind, frost, rain and snow in the eventful years. Like a lot of words, outsiders seem to be boring, but he takes the trouble to say and say repeatedly, smiling and listening, without showing the slightest impatience. But more often than not, the two of them just snuggled silently, silent, letting the evening breeze quietly sweep around them, blowing the placket of the cloak.

"Is it cold?"

Liufeng Shuang smiled and shook his head, and Zichuan Xiu took off his dark blue sè general's coat and draped it over Liufeng Shuang's shoulders. She wrapped herself tightly in her coat with his body and temperature, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: it was like her sweetheart's big hands hugging her tightly!

Thinking of this thought, she lowered her head shyly, but heard Zi Chuanxiu whisper: "The day after tomorrow, we are going to pull out." ”

Drifting Wind and Frost was shocked, and whispered, "So soon, you're going to war again?"

Guessing the thoughts of the wind and frost, Zi Chuanxiu comforted her and said, "Don't worry. There will be no more bitter battles like Bataan, and the demons will no longer be a climate. ”

"Who is the target this time?"

"Prince Caton. Just bring him down, and the war is over. ”

"Are you so confident? It is said that Caton has commanded an army of 300,000, which may not be less than the army of the Demon God Emperor. Especially now, the Far Eastern Army and the Southeast Army have suffered heavy casualties in order to eliminate the Demon God Emperor. ”

"It's not seven or eighty-one years now, and humanity has taken a strategic advantage. Although our army suffered heavy casualties, our replenishment also came quickly, the supply road to the rear has been opened, and reinforcements from Dìdū will continue to arrive, both in terms of troops and technical equipment, we are beyond the bottleneck, not to mention that the Battle of Bataan not only defeated the main army of the Demon Race, but also defeated the confidence of the Demon Race - in fact, I don't really believe that there will be a second general battle. As long as Caton's intelligence is normal and he sees the fall of the Demon God Emperor, he should immediately grab his tail and run. It is not very difficult to recover the country. ”

"And then?"

"Then?" the twenty-four-year-old young general smiled with great ambition: "In order to pursue the enemy, I am not afraid of the ends of the earth, plough and sweep the wolf's den, the sword is a sea of blood, level the Demon God Castle, eradicate the remnants of the war, and avenge the suffering of mankind for thousands of years, this is the mission entrusted by history to the contemporary soldiers." ”

Silently looking at Zichuan Xiu, the heroic young soldier showed firm self-confidence, the kind of man who focuses on his own career has an inexplicable charm, and he is afraid to see it. She asked softly, "And then?"

Looking at her silently, Zi Chuanxiu said gently: "Next, I will marry you and go home." ”

Liufengshuang nodded lightly and gently threw herself into Zichuan Xiu's arms. Neither of them spoke, and on the battlefield where spears and spears were broken after a fierce battle, a pair of lovers sat snuggled up to each other on a high hillside, and a bright full moon rose behind them.

War is a brutal contest in which the victors can sing and the losers can only exit - if they can save a life. Compared with the nearly 400,000 colleagues who died on the battlefield, the defeated soldiers of the demon clan who could exit the battlefield were still relatively lucky.

In the final stage of the Battle of Bataan, Yun Qianxue broke through with the defeat of the Third Army. Unlike Prince Karan, who broke through to the southeast, the Third Army chose to break through the Far Eastern Front head-on and break out of the encirclement. It was a brutal and bloody battle, which was pursued by the Far Eastern Army like a wolf dog all night, and by daybreak less than half of the 30,000 officers and men who had broken through the siege remained. The remnants of the demon clan fled to the periphery of Yedan City, and although it had been occupied by humans, there was no large army of humans stationed there. In the face of a large area of the demon army, both the residents of the city and the Jǐng reserve army wisely chose to close the city gate and not provoke this group of defeated beasts.

Yun Qianxue was woken up by the harsh cold wind of the early morning, and when he woke up, he only felt that his body was very sore, his head was cracked, his throat was so thirsty that it seemed that there was a fire burning, and his eyelids were so heavy that he seemed to be pressed thousands of pounds of lead balls.

He groaned in pain: "Water!"

In a trance, someone put an iron kettle to his mouth. Smelling the smell of water, he greedily grabbed the spout with a trembling hand and gulped down the water. But after only half the first sip, he spat out: the water in the pot was stinky and fishy, with an unpleasant smell of earthy and bloody.

Someone whispered in his ear, "My lord, overcome it, there is really nowhere to find water." ”

Yun Qianxue understood in her heart, and swallowed another mouthful of water after enduring her nausea, but she couldn't drink the third sip anymore. He lay down weakly, feeling his body swaying as if he were in a boat, and he knew that he was being carried forward on a stretcher, and in that rhythmic shaking he fell into a trance that was half awake and half unconscious.

When Yun Qianxue woke up for the second time, it was already early afternoon. Looking out from the edge of the stretcher, the brown road below the stretcher glides endlessly, and the last few leaves are swirling and flying in the bare grove that stains the bare face of early winter. The cold wind kept blowing from the road ahead, carrying the chill of early winter. The rising sun shone on the fields, and a large area of trees in the distance appeared under the blue and dazzling sky of early winter, and the demon soldiers of the brigade marched scattered.

Lying on the stretcher, looking greedily at the scene in front of him, for a moment, Yun Qianxue fell into an inexplicable confusion.

Where is this?

Why am I here?

Who am I?

After a long trance, he searched for the truth from his memory. I am the prince of the kingdom, Yun Qianxue. I really can't remember, I just remember the chaos in the dark, the firelight, the sword light, the screams and the fighting, how I was injured and unconscious, and how I was carried forward on a stretcher, those things have completely lost a trace in my memory.

He raised his hand in the stretcher and shouted, "Stop!"

Someone ran towards him quickly and approached him: "Lord Yulin, are you awake?"

"You are ......" Looking at the familiar demon officer in front of him, Yun Qianxue couldn't remember his name.

The officer introduced himself: "Xiaguan Su Mu is the captain of the guard of Her Royal Highness Princess Cardin. ”

"I remember you. Yun Qianxue remembered and asked, "Is Her Royal Highness the Princess with us, and how can I be with you?"

"My lord, it was chaotic last night, and we were separated from Her Royal Highness the Princess. We went back to look for it, but we could no longer find Her Royal Highness the Princess, but we found you on the side of the road. You were wounded and unconscious, so we took it upon ourselves to carry you on a stretcher. Are you feeling better, my lord?"

Looking at Captain Su Mu's anxious expression, he was worried. Looking at the panicked expressions of the few demon soldiers around her, Yun Qianxue understood what they were thinking. According to the king's law, the guards of the royal family left the object of protection to escape alone, which was a big crime, and the body of five horses was divided according to the punishment. The guards lost Cardin, most of them were afraid of military punishment, and they wanted to save themselves so that they could atone for their crimes.

"Understood. ”

Yun Qianxue said calmly. He was angry that Su Mu and the others did not protect Cardin well, but he knew that on this chaotic escape road, this guard was the only guarantee for his life. If you can't appease them, you can't think of returning home safely.

"Captain Su Mu, no one can do anything about the chaotic situation last night. can't protect Princess Cardin, that's also providence. Don't worry, as long as I can go back alive, if there is any trouble in the future, I will bear it for you. ”

Hearing Yun Qianxue say this, the demon soldiers around him all showed relieved and relaxed expressions, and Su Mu even laughed: "Thank you, my lord." Rest, sir, we will keep you safe. ”

Yun Qianxue nodded, he didn't have the strength to ask Su Mu where he meant by "going back".

If a day ago, the answer to going back was clear: "Return to His Majesty." ”

But now, His Majesty is dead. His wife, Princess Cardin, also died.

"Majesty Xià is dead......"

Yun Qianxue fell into extreme fear and confusion, no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't accept this fact, just like he couldn't accept that the sky had lost the sun. In a trance, tears wet Yun Qianxue's clothes. He really felt the pain: the Demon God Kingdom no longer existed. The qiē he has, the noble status, the power, the beautiful wife, the one qiē that he has been familiar with since childhood, are no longer there at this moment. That feeling is like the sky falling apart, the reliable earth under your feet is shattered inch by inch, and the whole person is floating in the air, unable to touch the ground.

I don't know how long it took for Yun Qianxue to think of her mission: His Majesty entrusted himself with the imperial flag on his deathbed, handed over the imperial flag to His Royal Highness, assisted the new monarch to ascend the throne, and revived the national fortune - this is the last life entrusted by His Majesty!

Thinking of Prince Karan, Yun Qianxue was like a straw grabbed by a drowning person, and the whole person was excited. Although there are many things that the prince is not like, and the two had a fierce conflict not long ago, now, he has become Yun Qianxue's only hope.

By the afternoon, Yun Qianxue had come to her senses, lying on a rickety stretcher and thinking about the future.

When they broke up, Prince Karan told him to meet in Tarun City, and Yun Qianxue had already made up her mind: "If you want to meet Prince Karan, that's for sure." But before joining up with the prince, it is best to gather some troops, otherwise he will have to go to Tarun City empty-handed with a single commander, and he will be laughed at by that villain of Karan!"

Yun Qianxue found Captain Su Mu and asked him about the team.

Su Mu reported that the princess's guard had numbered nearly a thousand, but most of the soldiers had been separated in the confusion, and that only one hundred and fifty-three soldiers were still gathered around.

"What about those people?" Yun Qianxue pointed to the large group of demon soldiers who were advancing with them, "What part are they, and who is their leader?"

"They?" Looking at the demon clan officers and soldiers staggering behind him, Su Mu smiled bitterly: "They are all defeated stragglers. There was no commander, there was no discipline, and although there were thousands of people, they were just a mess. They were very badly disciplined, and some even tried to steal our food and weapons, but we repelled them. ”

"Then why did they follow us?"

"Now everyone doesn't know what to do, they just follow someone else. ”

"Find a way to organize them. The kingdom is in a time of crisis, and every soldier is precious. The soldiers were only temporarily demoralized and demoralized, but as long as they were given hope and relieved, they were still good fighters. ”

Su Mu hesitated a little, and Yun Qianxue accentuated her tone: "Captain Su Mu, this road is occupied by human enemies, if you want to return to the Valen Fortress, it is not enough to rely on our more than 100 people, the garrison of any city can take us lightly, and we can't even go to Bartley City." But if we can organize the scattered demon officers and soldiers, we can form several teams, or even a legion, and attack the city and plunder all the way back!"

Su Mu was unimpressed by Yun Qianxue's statement. On the way to escape, people were panicked, and it was not easy to reorganize this group of demon stragglers who had lost their discipline and fighting spirit. But out of respect for Yun Qianxue, he still sent his soldiers to shout, saying that the governor of the kingdom was here, and ordered the stragglers to come and assemble. After shouting for a long time, by dusk, less than fifty soldiers were willing to assemble.

"My lord, we tried our best, but it didn't work well. ”

Yun Qianxue sat up from the stretcher, he took out a tightly wrapped package of oilcloth from his arms with difficulty, and solemnly handed it to Su Mu with both hands.

Seeing that Yun Qianxue was so solemn, Su Mu didn't dare to ignore it, and took the package with both hands: "My lord, what is this?"

"The imperial flag of the kingdom is entrusted to me by His Majesty to be handed over to His Royal Highness. ”

Su Mu immediately knelt down, holding the package above his head with both hands, and his voice trembled a little with excitement: "My lord!"

"Open it up and let me see it too. ”

Su Mu carefully unwrapped the carefully folded package, took out the flag, shook it open, pulled a corner, and smoothed the flag. He and the two soldiers worked together to unfurl the military flag, so that Yun Qianxue could see the smooth imperial flag soaked in the blood and sweat of the soldiers, and the proud lion looked at everyone majestically.

The wind was blowing, looking at the imperial flag, tears moistened Yun Qianxue's eyes. Looking at the imperial flag, as if seeing countless familiar faces, Yun Qianxue cried. Because of the wound between the chest and abdomen, every time he sobbed, the wound would be painful, Yun Qianxue convulsed in pain, tears overflowed his eyes drop by drop, and cried silently.

Looking at the crying young general, Su Mu was at a loss. The burly man was so frightened by what he was seeing him that he began to weep too, tears welling up from his eyes, choking in his throat, and his shoulders and hands holding the flag trembled from crying.

The soldiers around him also cried one after another, and the scene was full of crying.

In the end, it was the clouds and the snow that regained the calm first.

"Go, find a high place, hang up the flag! Let everyone see, the kingdom has not been defeated, and the royal family is still with everyone!"

In the setting of dusk, the imperial flag flutters lonely on the high slope, and the golden lion roars silently. No one thought that the unfurled imperial flag would have such a great magical power, better than countless words and calls. Seeing the imperial flag, the demon soldiers silently gathered in front of the high slope, and looked up at the banner above their heads stupidly and stupidly. The fluttering flags attracted them like magnets to iron powder, and they lingered in front of the high slopes, refusing to leave. They gathered more and more, and they gathered together densely.

The soldiers all looked at him, at the gauze-wrapped young general who was being held under the golden lion. Yun Qianxue's eyes were red, and she looked at the demon officers and soldiers in front of her, and a burst of sourness welled up in her heart. The soldiers were tired, thin, weak, ragged, and their swarthy faces showed the pale faces of dead men. They just breathe more than the dead.

Now, who cares about these children who are thousands of miles away from home?

The tears that had been held back could not be suppressed again. The words that had been thought of were inspiring and morale-boosting, but at this moment they seemed to be choked with lead in their throats. In the end, Yun Qianxue could only choke up, shed tears, and intermittently told the soldiers that the kingdom had just experienced a crushing defeat and suffered heavy damage. The main forces of the kingdom have been dealt a heavy blow by the human race, the whereabouts of the God Emperor are unknown, and the commanders of the various legions have lost contact.

"The kingdom has been defeated, and as the chief of staff of the base camp, I cannot shirk my responsibility. At that time, I will naturally take my own responsibility and bear the punishment I deserve. But until then, I have one more mission, which is to bring home the wandering children of the kingdom. Soldiers, please observe military discipline and order, and let me take you home. ”

More than 5,000 people gathered in front of the high slope and were silent, only the trembling voice of Yun Qianxue echoed quietly. The soldiers' eyes were focused on Yun Qianxue. Not shying away from failure, not evading responsibility, this wounded young general has an indescribable charm, people can feel that every word he says with tears is from the bottom of his heart, he will use his life to fulfill his promises, this is a trustworthy and entrusted leader.

The reorganization of the rout began. More than a dozen registration points were set up under the imperial flag, and Captain Su Mu led the guards to maintain order, and the defeated soldiers lined up in a long queue to re-enter the roster in front of the high slope. The officers automatically walked out of the team and took their identity cards to Yun Qianxue to report their identities: "I am the captain of the 16th Regiment of the Third Army, Chenoa. ”

"I'm the deputy team leader of the 11th team of the Fifth Army, Gosev. ”

"Concier, the flag officer of the 8th Regiment of the 11th Army. ”

In this difficult period, Yun Qianxue showed the talent and quick decision-making ability of an excellent general. No matter which regiment or unit the officer came to him, he accepted it all. He appointed a dozen captains of hundreds, and ordered them to gather their scattered soldiers to join them. In addition, he appointed Su Mu as the captain of the grain and grass team, and was specially responsible for leading the team to collect grain and grass -- to put it bluntly, it was to rob all the nearby villages and towns that could be looted while the soldiers were still hungry! Without food, this hastily reorganized team would immediately collapse.

Because this place is not far from Bataan, the pursuers of the Far Eastern Army or the Southeast Army may be killed at any time, and Yun Qianxue does not dare to stay for a long time. After sacking three small towns, the team set out overnight. Some soldiers were still accustomed to the previous practice, killing three villagers during the sack, and as a result, Yun Qianxue was given military law on the spot, and ordered them to be hanged on the spot from a tree at the entrance of the village. As a result, his companions were not convinced, and collectively clamored, rushing to Yun Qianxue to ask for an explanation.

"When is it now, dare to be so presumptuous!" Yun Qianxue's attitude towards the soldiers on the verge of the riot was still tough: "We are alone behind enemy lines, and the Far Eastern Army may catch up at any time, so we can't help but leave some room with humans! Think about it, if we are captured by humans in the future, these black sheep will kill all of us! Think about the fate of Winkla, he slaughtered too many human beings, and Dìdū ordered that all officers and soldiers of the Sixth Army will not accept surrender! Think about it, you don't want to end up like this, right? We want to go home safely, not too much!"

Quelling an attempted riot, Yun Qianxue led the soldiers to march overnight, the troops walked more than 30 miles, and in the early morning of the next day, the sky first fell with light snow, and then rain and snow, the originally muddy road was even more difficult to walk, and the soldiers rolled in the muddy water, almost inch by inch to move forward, unspeakably miserable. A dozen or so horses in the procession, carrying food, were exhausted, and walked along the road constantly pouting their hooves. A war horse finally couldn't support the weight on its shoulders and rolled over and fell on its side, and the scrawny war horse struggled in the muddy water.

Under the command of a red-eyed officer, more than a dozen demon soldiers rolled around the horse in the muddy water, and they tried hard to help the horse up and carry out the grain packets scattered in the muddy water, so as to rescue the precious grain on the horse's back.

For a while, the sound of rain, human voices, and neighing of horses was mixed, and no one noticed that on the slope next to the road, Yun Qianxue, the general of Yulin, who was carried by the stretcher team, had stayed there for a while.

I watched the soldiers roll in the muddy water exhausted, wet all over their bodies, shivering from the cold of the early morning. The sour feeling filled Yun Qianxue's heart, how could he have expected it? The great demon kingdom had fallen to such a point, and a war horse and a hundred catties of rice had actually touched the hearts of the entire team.

Considering that they were still in enemy-occupied territory, it was necessary to let the soldiers stay and hurry, Yun Qianxue ordered the team to rest. As soon as the order was given, the soldiers did not even have the strength to cheer, and found a slightly drier place on the side of the muddy road, and lay down, not even caring about the light snow, and put their coats over their heads and fell asleep.

Looking at the exhaustion of the soldiers, Yun Qianxue was deeply worried. The situation in the ranks is really miserable. Almost half of them were wounded soldiers. Lacking clean fresh water and food, diseases were rife in the ranks, with typhoid, cholera, sepsis, tetanus, and fever plaguing everyone. There were two medics in the ranks, but there were no medicinal herbs, not even a piece of clean gauze, so the medics could only watch as the wounded were tormented by severe pain and screamed like cattle, and the sick were dying, and the dead soldiers could not care about burying them, but could only discard them on the side of the road and cover them with wild grass.

The food was also almost exhausted, Yun Qianxue had to limit the supply, and the soldiers were hungry, and their eyes glowed green like wolves. The team is on the verge of collapse. Yun Qianxue sent people to Tarun City to ask His Royal Highness the prince for help, although everyone broke through the siege, but the prince broke through in a systematic way, and the situation was much better than his own. Yun Qianxue suspected that if Prince Kalan did not send someone to pick him up, his demoralized team might not be able to hold out to Tarun City.

The only motivation to support the advance of the team was Yun Qianxue's strength and enthusiasm, although the general on the stretcher was wounded, his high fighting spirit inspired everyone in the team, and he kept preaching: "Don't be afraid of tiredness, not afraid of hunger! Speed up the pace, His Highness Karan is on the road ahead! Meet His Highness, we will have something to eat!"

It was all thanks to the stretcher general's ardent encouragement and fighting spirit that this overdrawn army could continue to advance with difficulty. After walking for two days and one night, Yun Qianxue was finally lucky, and did not meet the human army, and in the early morning of December 17, 784, Yun Qianxue led the men and horses to be less than fifty miles away from Tarun City.

The closer to the rendezvous place, the more apprehensive Yun Qianxue's heart became. He didn't know how many times he had secretly prayed in his heart to bless Prince Karan for a smooth breakthrough and for the Yulin army not to lose too much, and he was even more worried, afraid that Prince Karan would leave first with his soldiers and horses before he could wait for him, and that the two of them would miss out—somehow, he always had a sense of foreboding in his heart, that the road ahead would not be as smooth as he expected.

Some figures appeared in the gray rain curtain ahead, and the vibration sound of war horses galloping faintly came from the road, and the jǐng sentry on the road shouted loudly: "It's our own people! The advance team we sent is back!"

The soldiers on the side of the road moved out of the way, and a messenger named Ruka went straight to Yun Qianxue.

Ruka was drenched in the rain, and the rain kept dripping down his hair. His face was pale, his lips trembled terribly, I don't know if it was because of cold or fear, there was a taste in his eyes that Yun Qianxue couldn't fathom.

"Have you found the Yulin Army?" Yun Qianxue asked impatiently.

Ruka replied with a trill, "Found it, sir." ”

"Have you seen His Highness Karan, and can you tell His Highness about our situation?"

Ruka shook his head slowly: "My lord, I can't see His Highness Karan. ”

"Why!" An angry flush welled up on her face, and Yun Qianxue cried out angrily: "Didn't I write a letter to you to prove your identity? Didn't I sue you that you must hand over the letter to the prince with my own hands? We only have twenty-one war horses, and I will give you eight horses, just because this task is a matter of great importance and the lives of thousands of brothers! How dare you be so slack! If you don't complete the task, how dare you come back, and you are not afraid that I will cut off your head?"

Ruka stood straight on the side of the road, his face pale, letting the rain and snow pour down on him, drenched and drenched. Roaring angrily at Yun Qianxue, he slowly buttoned a button on his military uniform, and then untied it again.

"My lord," he said in a low voice, but the audience could feel that such a small voice had concentrated all his willpower before he spoke, "I can't meet the dead. ”

"What did you say?"

"His Highness Karan is dead. ”

Even if 10,000 thunderbolts hit Yun Qianxue's head at the same time, it couldn't make him even more shocked, and at that moment, he couldn't even react to what "dead" meant, and could only repeat Ruka's words blankly: "His Highness Karan is dead?

The early morning sky was gray and covered with dark clouds, and there was not a ray of sunlight in sight. The entire plains and hills were shrouded in a misty rain and snow. It was as if something on his body had suddenly been shattered, and the east wind of early winter was so bitterly cold that it was so cold that even his heart froze, and his mind went blank.

Yun Qianxue was speechless, and he didn't ask any more. The prince is dead, this huge fact has occupied all his thinking ability, as for how Kahlan died, Yun Qianxue is no longer concerned - there is no need to ask, the prince Kahlan is dead. The kingdom also perished.

But there were still people who cared about this, and Captain Su Mu asked out loud: "How did His Highness die?

"It's not. He was killed by the eldest prince Caton. ”

"His Highness Caton is here?"

"The surviving soldiers of the Yulin Army told us that a lot had happened the night before. His Royal Highness Kalan broke through with the Feather Forest Army, but met Prince Caton in the city of Talen, where the prince was stationed with a large army. The prince's soldiers and horses were stationed in the city, and the Yulin army of the prince of Kalan was not allowed to enter outside the city. The two princes met once at the city gate, but for some reason they couldn't get along, so Prince Caton closed the city gate and prevented the Yulin army from entering the city.

Just the night before, after falling asleep, the prince's soldiers and horses suddenly drove into the camp of the Yulin army, saying that they would take over the command. The Yulin army was not convinced, and the two sides clashed. In the confusion, His Royal Highness Karan was captured by Prince Caton's soldiers and horses, and he was killed that night, and his head was hung on the flagpole of the Yulin Army camp - Prince Karton wanted to use this to sue the unsatisfied Yulin officers and soldiers. ”

"This brute!" Captain Su Mu scolded fiercely: "The kingdom is like this now, and he is still making infighting! This guy will not end well!"

"Your Excellency, you're right. Ruka said bitterly, "Prince Caton didn't last long. Not long after Kahran's head hung up, his own head followed suit. ”

"What? Who killed Caton? Did the officers and soldiers of the Yulin Army avenge the prince?"

"It wasn't the Yulin Army who did it. After killing Karan, Prince Caton and Mon Khan held a feast to celebrate the fall of the Yulin Army into his hands, and as a result, Mon Khan ambushed his men at the banquet and killed Karton and his retinue - the blood of His Highness Karan had not yet coagulated!"

The demon soldiers were dumbfounded, and Su Mu couldn't help but ask: "Caton killed Karan in order to take the opportunity to eradicate the candidates who can compete with him for the inheritance of His Majesty." But why did Meng Khan suddenly poison Prince Caton? Everyone is in the same vein as the Protoss, and now that the catastrophe is coming, it is time to unite with the outside world!"

Several officers talked softly, but Yun Qianxue didn't say anything with a calm face. He was in no mood to speak, but his heart was bright: Meng Khan was ambitious, humble and shameless, seeing that the strength of the Senea tribe was lost in the Battle of Bataan, His Majesty was killed, and the strength of the Senea tribe had fallen to the lowest point.

Mon Khan's sudden poisoning of Caton heralded another brutal war for imperial power. The Mongols took advantage of the fire to loot, and the Senea people faced extinction.

"Ruka, what's going on over there?"

After killing Prince Katon, Mon Khan wanted to take the opportunity to swallow his old ministry, but was resisted by the prince's old ministry. The battle began yesterday morning, with the old troops of Mon Khan and Prince Katun fighting inside the city, and outside the city, the vengeful Yulin army and the army of Prince Katun and the Mongols were fighting. There was a scuffle inside and outside the city of Talen, the children and soldiers of the Protoss fought hard, and the brothers and comrades-in-arms of the former rì saw each other with white blades and showed no mercy, that kind of fight was heartbreaking, I don't want to see it again in my life!

Because Tarun City is at war, I can't enter the city, so I can only go around outside the city, and I meet the men and horses of the Yulin Army, they are very happy to know that you are nearby, let us come back quickly and report the news, please bring your men and horses over to support them!"

Yun Qianxue silently showed a sneer at the corner of her mouth. Before, I expected the Yulin Army to come to meet me, but I really didn't expect that the remnant army I brought with me would become the savior that others expected!

He sat still, looking up at the sky, letting the raindrops hit his face coldly, and his face was as blue as if he were wearing a metal mask.

His subordinates were all looking at him eagerly, and at this time, the young general on the stretcher had become their last hope. They were all looking forward to Yun Qianxue coming up with some way to lead them out of this predicament. No one dared to speak out, and they were all afraid of disturbing General Habayashi's thinking.

They didn't know that at this moment, Yun Qianxue didn't think about anything, she just wanted to die.

The family was ruined, the country was ruined, internal and external troubles followed, the most respected Demon God Emperor Xià died, his beloved wife and son also died, and finally, even His Highness Karan, who had placed his last hope on it, died, and the few remaining Jīng Rui troops in the kingdom were busy killing each other—the blows came one after another, and even if they were as strong as clouds and light snow, they collapsed. He had given up on resisting fate.

"No way, this is Providence to destroy the kingdom. The will of God cannot be guessed or stopped by ordinary people. How mysterious! A huge empire that was once at its peak and covered half a continent should have fallen so lightly. If I had known that this would have turned out, I would have gone with His Majesty in the first place. ”

Yun Qianxue thought flatly. When he made up his mind, there was not much turmoil in his heart. Glancing at the crowd around him, he reached for the sword at his waist and drew it with great difficulty.

Staring at the sharp light of the iron on the blade, Yun Qianxue smiled bitterly, slowly turned the blade upside down, and held the hilt of the sword with one hand.

Everyone watched his movements inexplicably, only the messenger Ruka saw that something was wrong, he suddenly pounced, grabbed Yun Qianxue's hand holding the sword, and shouted in a lost voice: "My lord, don't!"

But his movements were still a little slower, and although he was injured, Yun Qianxue's strength was still not comparable to that of an ordinary soldier. Fortunately, at this time, Captain Su Mu also reacted, and grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands like lightning.

Everyone worked together, but they still couldn't stop Yun Qianxue's sword that was determined to seek death, and the blade pierced the uniform on Yun Qianxue's chest, piercing deep into the flesh, and blood gushed out rapidly, staining the clothes on his chest.

Someone snatched the sword from Yun Qianxue's hand, and someone shouted: "Military doctor, military doctor, military doctor, come here!" In the midst of the exclamations and the chaos, Yun Qianxue lay quietly on the stretcher, as if the hustle and bustle next to him had nothing to do with him. Although ** is still in the world, his thoughts have drifted to far, far away, where there is no war, no hunger, there is his esteemed majesty, there is his wife and son, and his best friends. In the midst of the noisy crowd, he saw and saw the slender figure of Princess Cardin, the horrified expression on his wife's face, and the red face of his son.

He wondered: Have I already reached heaven?

Yun Qianxue suddenly sat up from the stretcher and shouted, "Cardin!"

The pretty Princess Cardin held the child in her arms and looked at Yun Qianxue steadily, tears streaming from her eyes. The flying rain and snow kept hitting the princess's bright face, and every tear was frozen into crystal ice droplets.

Yun Qianxue didn't know where the strength came from, she suddenly jumped up from the stretcher, and hugged Cardin's mother and son into her arms with one hand. Both of them were crying silently. Cardin stroked Yun Qianxue's face, the young man of the past was now full of vicissitudes, and the great suffering left a deep mark on his face.

Cardin cried and said, "Why do you want to do this...... Why do you want to do such a stupid thing!"

Yun Qianxue just shook her head vigorously. He hugged the princess's shoulders vigorously, smelled the warm breath of his beloved wife, and kept kissing the child in his wife's arms.