The sun slowly shines through the clouds, and the morning sun gently sprays on everything in the world through a faint fresh mist, making people feel fresh and comfortable.

The fresh air, the crisp birdsong, and the fresh fragrance of flowers make people feel much more sober.

Shu Zhihan's eyes opened slightly, and a glimmer of light shone through the window and gently sprinkled on her eyelids, bringing her a sense of serenity and familiarity.

She rolled her eyes, letting everything around her gradually come into view.

The furnishings in the room were blurred in the dim light, but it didn't stop her from perceiving their presence.

She raised her hand slightly, letting her fingers swing gently in the air.

Although there was still a hint of morning and dusk confusion, she could clearly feel the air touched by her fingers, and that feeling was so real, so real.

Shu Zhihan sat up slowly, a ray of golden sunlight shining on her face through the gap in the curtain. She yawned, then stretched out her arms as if to welcome the arrival of a new day.

She slowly turned her head and her eyes wandered around the room, looking for Luo Jinyu's figure.

However, all she could see was the empty room and the closed door.

Her heart beat suddenly, and her empty heart was filled with an inexplicable panic.

Her gaze swept across the room again, trying to find a trace of his presence, but everything was gone except for what seemed to remain in the air.

Her heart began to tremble, and a feeling of helplessness permeated her body.

Shu Zhihan's heart seemed to be torn apart, and her eyes looked at the closed door again, as if expecting Luo Jinyu to suddenly walk in from the door.

She thought that Luo Jinyu had left after all, and originally thought that he would always be by her side just talking, but she didn't expect that this was really just talking.

Shu Zhihan gently got down from the bed, then came to the door, opened the door and walked out.

"Miss, you're awake, hurry up and get something to eat."

Mitsuki walked in with porridge and side dishes in her hand and looked at her with a smile on her face.

Shu Zhihan couldn't help but feel a little strange, "Why are you here? Don't you have to accompany your husband?"

"No, I still have to accompany Miss."

Mitsuki said as she placed the plate in her hand on the table.

Shu Zhihan thought for a while, and then asked, "By the way, Miyue, have you seen Luo Jinyu?" I didn't see him when I woke up."

When she spoke, there was a hint of loneliness on her face.

After Miyue saw it, there was a pain in her heart, and she stepped forward to hold Shu Zhihan's hand and comforted, "Miss, the general has already left at night.

Meng Haowen came to tell Meng Haowu that the battle ahead was urgent, so they rushed over overnight."

Hearing this, Shu Zhihan's eyes couldn't help but widen and felt incredible.

"In other words, he left in the middle of the night?"

Miyue nodded, and then saw Shu Zhihan looking for something all over the house.

"Miss, what are you looking for? I'll help you find it, okay?"

"No, I just wanted to find out if he left me anything, or if I lost it."

Seeing him so persistent, Miyue couldn't bear to look at her back.

Luo Jinyu stepped into the battlefield, and a bleak scene came into view, the soldiers who were once full of vitality and vitality were now lying quietly on the ground, their bodies shattered, and the blood stained the earth.

The air was filled with the heavy smell of blood, as well as lingering smoke and dust.

The cold wind howled over the battlefield, Luo Jinyu's heart felt like being hit by a heavy hammer, and he looked at these warriors who sacrificed their lives for their family and country, and his heart was full of sadness and anger.

He walked up to a soldier, his face pale, but with a resolute smile on his lips, as if to tell him of his unapologetic choice.

"General......

Meng Haowen saw another black crowd running towards them in front of him.

Luo Jinyu stood in place, took a deep breath, and suppressed the chaotic emotions.

His eyes flashed with a determined light, like a Beidou in the night sky, motionless as a mountain.

His body was tense, like a peak waiting for the wind and snow, calm and resolute, his heart was beating, it was a silent call, a clarion call to wake up for battle, his fingers were trembling slightly, it was the tension and anticipation awakened for the upcoming showdown.

Luo Jinyu's eyes flashed with a unique light, which was his expectation for the future and his love for battle. He is confident that he can overcome the difficulties ahead because he is ready to face anything.

Although his steps are firm, they are also resolute and fearless.

The wind was silently galloping, kicking up the dust.

It was an iron horseman, their armor shining in the sun, as if they had just emerged from the abyss of hell with a harbinger of destruction.

In front of the Iron Horseman, a figure stood.

He wears a dragon scale helmet, wearing a heavy black iron armor, the cloak behind his back is like a black cloud in the night sky, rolling and tumbling, his eyes are as sharp as an eagle, he is the commander of this iron cavalry, and the soul of this battle.

"Rush!" His commands echoed like thunder.

In an instant, the iron horsemen sprinted, and they were like a torrent, unstoppable.

Luo Jinyu pulled out the long sword at his waist and raised it high above his head, the tip of the sword flashing in the sun.

It's a signal, it's a challenge, it's a determination.

He led the charge into enemy lines, swords clashing with swords sparkling, each slash as if to assert his strength to the enemy.

The battle was fierce and brutal, blood stained the ground red, and the roars of the soldiers mingled with wails.

However, despite the large number of enemies, every battle was won by less, and Luo Jinyu and his iron cavalry were like a sharp knife, tearing through the enemy's defense line with precision.

Luo Jinyu was clad in light, leading his army almost to the brink of victory, the shouts of the soldiers, the neighing of the horses, and the clashing of weapons were intertwined, all revealing joy.

Suddenly, a cold sound broke through the air, and an arrow shot like a poisonous snake.

The arrow streaked through a flickering light trail in the sunlight, flying straight towards Meng Haowen, the speed of the arrow was as fast as lightning, and the trajectory of the arrow seemed to be an omen of death, which made people feel cold.

Seeing that the arrow was about to hit Meng Haowen, just at that moment, Luo Jinyu's figure suddenly flickered, and he seemed to turn into a red phantom, blocking Meng Haowen at an incredible speed.

The tip of the arrow was just right into Luo Jinyu's left chest, and he snorted and took a few steps back.

However, Luo Jinyu's gaze never wavered in the slightest.

He was like a solid mountain, no matter how the wind and rain raged, he was steadfast, his right hand still held the hilt of his sword tightly, and the power of the arrow did not make him flinch in the slightest.

He looked up at the enemy soldier who had shot the arrow, and a cold gleam flashed in his eyes.

The hilt of his sword trembled slightly, a symbol of anger and determination.

Then, slowly, he pulled out the arrow from his chest and threw it on the ground, the blood stains on the arrow looking particularly glaring in the sunlight.

Then he rushed at the enemy again, his sword as bright as a dragon, and every swing brought up a mist of blood.

His anger and determination had turned into endless power, pushing him forward, and the pain of that arrow did not seem to affect his combat effectiveness, but seemed to stimulate his deeper potential.

Under his leadership, the morale of the soldiers was once again high, and they seemed to see the hope of victory.

Luo Jinyu's figure was like a burning flame on the battlefield, he led the army to charge, and every charge was like a storm, completely sweeping away the enemy army.

This battle, under Luo Jinyu's bravery and resourcefulness, ended in victory after all.

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The body fell to the ground hard.

The arrow was only a stone's throw from his heart.

Blood curled from the corner of his mouth, a shocking mark on the cold, hard stone floor.

His face was as pale as paper, a trace of pain and tiredness flashed in his eyes, life had become so fragile at this moment, he felt as if he had been pushed into an endless darkness, with only the cold wind howling in front of him, and the company of loneliness.

The wound inflicted by the arrow bloomed in his chest like a bewitching but cold flower, and the air around him seemed to be cold from the pain, and every heartbeat seemed to tear his soul apart.

Luo Jinyu's vision began to blur, but he knew in his heart that he couldn't just fall like this.

He tried to gather what strength he had and rolled to the side, hoping to get rid of the arrow.

However, the arrow was stuck in his flesh, and each roll was accompanied by new pain.

His movements were getting slower and his strength was getting weaker and smaller, but he never gave up.

Finally, the arrow loosened in his struggle.

Ignoring the sharp pain in his chest, he desperately pulled the arrow out of his body, and at that moment, the loss of blood seemed to become more serious, and the spark of life seemed to be extinguished at any time.

He felt his consciousness begin to blur, as if swallowed up by an endless darkness.

Meng Haowen hurried over with others, and saw that Luo Jinyu's chest had been stained red with blood, and the person had completely fallen into a coma.

"General, General......"

No matter how loud he shouted, there was no way to wake him up.

"Quick, call the medic."

Meng Haowen carried Luo Jinyu on his back and hurriedly ran back.

When they came to the tent, the medic hurried over.

"Quick, get some water."

Meng Haowen was extremely nervous at that time, and his hands clenched into fists.

He kept thinking about that thrilling scene, and his heart was full of guilt and self-blame.

He thought that Luo Jinyu could stand in front of him without hesitation regardless of his own safety for him, his chest was full of gratitude, but there was also an indescribable sadness.

Luo Jinyu lay quietly on the bed, her face pale and her body covered with bandages.

When Meng Haowen saw his appearance, his heart was like a knife.

He looked at Luo Jinyu's weakness, and his heart panicked at that moment.

"Doctor, quick, you must save the general."

"Vice General Wen, don't worry like that, I'll definitely do my best."

There was a moment of silence in the air, as if even time had stood still at this moment.