Twenty years seems to be a reincarnation.

The battle of the Western Expeditionary Army began in the bloody light outside the Flying Dragon City and ended in the tragedy of the blood color of Daqing Mountain. Those Tianlong soldiers who were forced to return alive from the battlefield by General Mu Bai's Rushan military order, with nostalgia for their comrades-in-arms, loyalty to the motherland, and hatred for the enemy, walked alone in great humiliation, and finally threw themselves into the arms of their comrades-in-arms at the foot of Daqing Mountain.

――Excerpt from "The Tale of the Castle Mountains"

Bathed in the glimmer of dawn, the statue of General Mu Bai looks particularly majestic.

Twenty years later, in the early morning, he was leading the veterans of the Western Expeditionary Army to fight to the death against the powerful enemies of the Rising Sun Empire. This battle was the last battle in the history of the Western Expeditionary Army, and it completely detonated the old and new hatred between the two old enemies.

On the huge playground, there was a shocking color of blood. The stumps of soldiers, scattered in every corner of the playground, silently tell the cruelty of the battlefield and the humility of life.

Yang Zifeng stood on the parade platform, calmly directing several giant arrows behind him to rain waves of arrows towards the enemies on the playground. In front of him, ten soldiers of the guard squad built an iron wall.

On the playground, the four company commanders under him were trying to gather the remaining soldiers of their respective companies, and slowly approached the direction of the parade platform. Such a simple tactical move becomes extremely difficult when facing enemies with incredible combat power.

"Meng Yi's guards are so powerful!" Yang Zifeng felt a sadness in his heart when he looked at the Qingshan Wandering Soul members who were constantly falling in the light of spiritual power on the battlefield. Qian Mi's discovery at night made him understand the enemy's conspiracy in an instant, and he also realized what he was worried about. The conspiracy against the Qingshan Wandering Spirit began when the six team members fell into Baiyun Town, and he also felt a little uneasy from the moment the six team members were rescued.

It's a pity that out of respect for the young master and trust in his subordinates, he subconsciously refused to think in that direction, and finally let the enemy successfully carry out an amazing conspiracy under his nose that could bypass Daqingshan's powerful defenses and easily defeat the Qingshan Wanderer from within.

The sheep was lost, and he could only make up for it, and Yang Zifeng immediately launched a counterattack. He urgently assembled his troops in the early morning, and with Tie Zheng's cooperation, he began to screen the members of the Qingshan Wandering Spirit. This action forced the enemies mixed in with the team members to show up one after another, and a scuffle broke out on the playground.

It was a battle that was destined to be painful from the start.

The members of the Qingshan Wandering Spirit knew that the enemy they were facing was from Meng Yi's subordinates, but those familiar faces still pierced their hearts. The enemy's disguise, without any flaws, at least not from the faces of these people. Every time an enemy falls under their sword, the team members feel as if they have killed a brother who once lived and died together.

This kind of psychology greatly reduced the combat effectiveness of the Qingshan Wandering Spirit.

The enemy does not have such pressure. More than thirty powerhouses above the martial artist level, their indifferent eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, and the light of the sword aroused the bloody light in the sky.

The enemy's strength and weakness, coupled with the influence of negative feelings, within half an hour after the battle broke out, the number of casualties of the Qingshan Wandering Spirit reached more than 100.

"Zhang **zi!" Yang Zifeng's gaze fell on a certain part of the battlefield, and he roared at a company leader not far from him.

"Here!" Zhang **zi ran over quickly.

"Go and get that soldier back for me!" Yang Zifeng shouted angrily, pointing at a young soldier who had fallen into a frenzy.

"Yes!" Zhang **zi ran over quickly.

"Don't force me!Third Brother Zhao, what's wrong with you, wake up quickly!" The red-eyed young soldier slashed back the big man in front of him with a knife, and let out a painful roar like a wounded lion.

He joined Aoyama Wandering Spirit three years ago. Since he came to Daqingshan, this big brother from the same small town has always cared for him meticulously. He was not able to stand well in military posture, so he accompanied him to practice repeatedly on the playground under the scorching sun; when his tactics were not up to standard, he accompanied him to crawl and roll over and over again on the tactical training ground; and when he was sick and lying in bed, he always stayed by the bedside to take care of him. In the past three years, as brothers in the upper and lower bunks, they have formed a deeper relationship than brothers. When they were looking forward to their future life, they even discussed that when they left Daqingshan one day, they would return to their hometown together, find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to marry a wife and have children to live a stable life, and be neighbors for life.

In the face of such a person, how can he do it?

"Oh!" the big man seemed to be moved by his words, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and the knife in his hand quietly hung down.

"Third brother, what's wrong with you?" the soldier asked aloud as he took two steps forward in delight, staring at blood-red eyes.

"I don't know. My head hurts!" the big man said, his body shaking.

The young soldier, seeing this, rushed over without hesitation.

"Die!" the big man grinned, and the knife in his hand slammed up.

"No!"

Zhang **zi's roar failed to prevent a fresh life from being zeroed in front of him.

Blood flashed, and the young soldier fell to the ground screaming.

He rolled in pain, blood pouring all over the ground and his intestines gushing out of the wound in his abdomen. His eyes, staring at the big man, gradually lost their luster. Perhaps at the moment before he died, he still did not believe that his most beloved brother would do such a murder to him.

Dahan glanced at the corpse on the ground with great disdain, and turned to Zhang **zi with a sneer.

The scuffle continues.

"General Mu Bai, seeing this situation, I don't know how you will feel!" On the edge of the playground opposite the parade platform, Tietou looked at the statue in the distance, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Destroying his remnants under Li Mubai's gaze made him feel the great pleasure of fighting with famous generals over time, and also swept away the depression that Zhu Xiaoqi brought him in Baiyun Town.

Strength is the key to deciding the battle. The name of the Qingshan Wandering Spirit is loud again, in the final analysis, it is just a group of bandits, even if you look up to them a little, they are just a well-trained elite soldier. In front of his soldiers, they were a flock of lambs, and the fate that awaited them was doomed.

Soon, the entire Daqing Mountain will fall into his grasp, and when the time comes, everyone, including Yang Zifeng, will be replaced by members of his guards. The spirit of Qingshan will appear in front of the world with a new look.

After General Meng leaves, this army will control the entire northern land instead of him, which is the real purpose of the Rising Sun to suppress the bandits through the wolf clan.

"Captain, the gang that broke out is back again!" a soldier whispered as he approached Ironhead.

"Daqingshan's defense is really strong enough, haha!" Iron Head smirked. After the battle was launched, his men had already taken control of Daqingshan's defense system at the first time. After the top-secret plan against the Aoyama Wanderers was launched, no one was able to leave Daqingshan alive.