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The afterglow of the sun casts a golden yellow on the turquoise plain, and a clear river lies in the middle of the plain like a silver ribbon in the distance, and a few emerald green birds swirl around the river, and the small chirp shakes the orange reeds and turns out layers of waves!

"Larney, you guys make a fire and cook. To read the latest chapters, please lock in the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info Tusu, you take a few people to check around, and come back with some game!" Ling Hu Jue and the others came to the side of the river, ready to camp and rest.

"Yes!" Ralney and the others responded, and dispersed. The rest of the people also began to get busy, setting up tents and carrying water. After getting to know the members of each Devil Dog team in detail, Ling Hu Jue divided the 56-person Demon Dog team into two teams, led by Ralney and Cole respectively.

"Childe, my young lady called you over!" Just as Ling Hu wanted to go over to help, a voice sounded behind him. Turning his head, he saw that it was the driver of the mysterious carriage standing behind him. "Master!" Ling Hu Jue secretly thought, those who could get three feet close to him without being seen by him had at least reached the level of a high-level warrior. Linghu couldn't help but look at it secretly, he looked more than 3o years old, and his tall and thin figure was particularly capable, especially the two hands were much longer than ordinary people.

"Is your young lady the one sitting in the carriage?If she wants to see me, then please come out by herself!" For the owner of this carriage, Ling Hu was more curious than disgusted. The coachman wanted to say anything more, but the owner of the carriage seemed to hear Linghu's words, lifted the curtain, and jumped out of the car.

"It's you, Boss Yanzi!" Although the young lady's face was covered with a black veil, Ling Hu Jue still recognized it at once. "It's me, Linghu Gongzi, is it strange?" Yanzi said softly, and walked over in broken steps, her graceful figure immediately attracted the eyes of most of the people present. The originally lively scene suddenly quieted down.

Ling Hu Jue immediately understood why the division commander asked him by name, and at the same time, he was even more curious about the beautiful female boss in front of him. "Of course, I really didn't expect that what we had to protect along the way was you, Boss Yanzi!"

Looking at the noisy Linghu Jue in front of her, Yanzi suddenly felt an indescribable sadness, as if there was an insurmountable trench between the two of them forever.

In the night, slowly spreading over several lit bonfires, Tusu, Theseus, and the others were surrounding Cole to listen to him tell stories about his past as mercenaries. Laughter, slapsticks, and the burning bonfire crept up the faces of these hot-blooded men. Red. Looking at the qiē in front of him, Ling Hu Jue smiled, and a feeling of warmth and satisfaction crept into his heart. Yes, it is also a kind of happiness to watch your beloved happy!

Linghu Jue found a place by the river and sat down, folded a small reed and put it in his mouth. The clear surface of the river stirs up waves of phosphorus and phosphorus in the bright moonlight, refracting the water vapor to form a fine mist. In this faint mist, the shadow of a person appeared in Ling Huju's mind, "Marina!"

Yanzi watched Linghu Jue walk out of the crowd, sit down by the river, and quietly followed. The shoulder-length black draped over the white samurai suit, and the broad shoulders gave it a sense of calm and thickness. Coupled with that well-defined face, from a distance, Ling Hu Jue looks more like a sculpture, a perfect man who has been solidified and portrayed.

Yanzi watched stupidly from behind, Ling Hu Jue sat quietly by the river, and under the faint moonlight, a thick melancholy gradually spread!

"Ahem!" Ling Hu Jue seemed to hear someone sighing softly behind him, and turned his head to see that only a few broken reeds were swaying gently, and the breeze was coming, and a faint fragrance flowed through Ling Hu Jue's nose.

"Damn the forest!" the sleeping Rear Admiral Shabo woke up with a tapir and cursed in a whisper. It's been half a month since I entered the Midas Mountains, but this damn ghost forest is like an endless labyrinth, walking around with waist-high weeds, towering trees, and that nasty monster.

"Get Fas for me!" said Major General Sabo as he kicked the soldier lying on the ground.

After a while, a slender young man walked in. "General Shabo, are you looking for me?" The person who came was Fasi of the Xinjing tribe, and his handsome face on a navy blue hunting suit looked a little haggard, and his eyes were even less sharp than when the four clans competed. It turned out that since the destruction of the forest thieves, the patriarch of Sinkemore was afraid of the retribution of the falcon team, so he took Fath and a few other cronies to a nobleman of the Kotru Empire, and handed over the affairs of the tribe to his son Millett to take care of.

"When will we get to Crowe City, if we delay the marshal's plan, you and I will lose our heads!" Major General Sabo pulled down his face and said in a deep voice.

"Major General Shabo, at this rate it will take at least five days for us to reach Crowe City!" Fath replied with a bow, bent down.

"What? It will take 5 days? Didn't you say that it will be there in 15 days? My secret letter to the marshal has already been sent, and when the marshal blames it, don't say that I don't show mercy!" Hearing that it would take another 5 days, Shabo immediately became irritable.

"Major General Shabo, I can't be blamed for this, who knew that these magicians were so slow!" Fath replied with a bitter face.

Looking at the Imperial Magician Regiment sitting quietly in the distance, Shabo also calmed down, after all, this can't be all to blame Fasi. "Alright, you can go and rest for a while, and try to walk as fast as you can tomorrow!" Fath nodded and walked back.

The moonlight shone obliquely on Sabo's face through the cracks in the forest, and also on the mountain path where countless soldiers were lying. In the distance, a few cold-eyed finches were chirping, and the mournful cry echoed for a long time in the empty forest.

When the spring morning sun shone on the plains of Pami, on the armoured Captain Anlu, on the blood-stained walls of Detroit. It's been 5 days, it's been 5 whole days, attacking, retreating, retreating, attacking again. Countless soldiers were drained of their souls by death in this repeated tug-of-war, and their stiffness became the only color of life!

Blood can be seen at any time like autumn rain. Life is more like a dispensable thing, casually discarded on the shiny tip of a gun and a sharp blade.

The whiteness of the parents' temples and the resentful eyes of the lovers have become distant memories at this moment. Every soldier who is on the battlefield, have you ever known that in a distant homeland, countless tears have been shed for you?

The morning sun spat blood and stained the sky red, and continuing to live has become a colorful dream at this moment!

It's cold!

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