The night fades and the sun rises.

Three thousand miles north of the desert, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the weather is rare.

However, it is shrouded in a thick 'haze'.

The mountain wind is howling, and at a glance, the mountains are full of tombstones.

And today, on this Zhushen Mountain, a new tomb has been added.

Tomb of the Tiger!

Since the establishment of the Zhu God Temple, this is the first time that a realm of generals has fallen.

Like ordinary soldiers, a cup of loess, a three-foot lonely grave, nothing special.

All life in the world is equal, and the life of a general is the same as that of an ordinary soldier.

Yebei once said that if he died one day, it would be the same.

At this moment, the soldiers of the Western Realm were all there, clenching their fists one by one, their eyes were bloodshot and red, and they were holding back their tears.

"Tiger than ......"

Chu Tianhe lay in front of the tombstone, crying.

"From now on, no one will talk to me again......"

"You kid beat me with a thousand sticks before, and I haven't paid you back yet! You want to die like this, it's not so cheap! ”

Palm after palm, slapped on the tombstone, and then hugged the tombstone and cried.

Among several people, these two have been bickering since childhood, fighting and fighting until now, and it can be said that they have the deepest relationship.

The heart-rending cry made the straight bodies one by one, unable to hold back any longer, tears burst out of their eyes and kept sliding down their cheeks.

The cry faded.

Holding the body of the tombstone, he slowly fell.

In the previous battle, Chu Tianhe was seriously injured, and he had not been able to recover in just a few days, and at this moment, he fainted directly under the grief.

"Take him back."

Yebei whispered, and several soldiers stepped forward and carried Chu Tianhe down the mountain.

"Alas, it will be a success, and the bones will wither......"

On the side, Mane Qi looked at the tombstones all over the mountains and fields, and said a faint word.

As soon as the words fell, Luo Feng suddenly looked sideways and said coldly

"My eldest brother never thought about fame and fortune!"

What does it mean to make a success and ten thousand bones wither!

Thousands of lives in exchange for the achievements of the eldest brother today?

Big brother He once cared about fame!

How do you know how heavy the lives of these soldiers are in the heart of the eldest brother!

"That's not what I meant, I mean ......"

"Alright."

Nightbei stopped Mane Qi's words, and at this moment, it was pointless to say this.

On the battlefield of life and death, there is no immortal.

Soldiers will die, generals will die, and one day, they will also die.

The war will not stop, the beacon fire will not stop, and people will continue to fall.

Unless one day, the world is peaceful!

And if you want a peaceful and prosperous world of peace and security, you will have to pay an extremely painful price.

"Moli, smoke."

As soon as the words fell, Gu Moli wiped away the tears on his cheeks, took out a pack of cigarettes from his bag and handed it over.

This is what Yebei specially explained before he came, so that he could bring a pack of cigarettes.

Yebei took it with one hand, and he, who never smoked, lit one at the moment.

Take a deep breath, exhale the smoke slowly, and place the cigarette on top of the tombstone.

He didn't let Sheng Hu smoke, but he knew that this guy had never stopped all these years.

A three-foot lonely grave, only a pitch-black sword, no corpse.

This is the case with many graves on the mountain, and it is extremely difficult to leave a body on the bloody battlefield.

The bite muscles on Yebei's face bulged high, trying his best to suppress the tears in his eyes, and with a wave of his right hand, he signaled to enter the earth.

Xinyu couldn't help but throw herself into her mother's arms and cried loudly.

I clearly remember the scene when I first met Uncle Sheng Hu.

At that time, it was night, and I took myself on a Black Hawk fighter plane, traveling all over the southeast, northwest, and northwest......

A shovel of dirt fell, scattered on the pitch-black war knife, Gu Mo couldn't bear to look at it anymore, hiding his face and crying.

After a few years of getting along, the relationship with Sheng Hu is like a relative.

Even, far more than close relatives.

"Dad!"

A slightly immature voice floated at this moment.

Ye Xu'er stepped forward, her red eyes and tears not dry.

It was his second visit in a few days.

"I want Uncle Sheng Hu's sword."

The small body stood straight and let out a deep sigh.

"You, not qualified yet."

A cold word, without the slightest affection.

Yebei knew what it meant for his son to be in mood at the moment, and to have a tiger's sword.

Under the gloomy face, the waves are not alarmed, but in the heart, there is a thousand gratifications.

His son was relieved to be able to say this at this moment.

However, he was too young to have never been on the battlefield, and his hands had never been stained with enemy blood.

The war knife is not something that anyone wants to take.

Especially the Divine Sword.

It's not about revenge, venting the hatred in your heart.

Holding a sword in hand to ensure the stability of one party, this is a responsibility!

At my son's age, I can't understand it now.

Sheng Hu's sword represents not only himself, but the faith of nearly a million soldiers in the entire Western Territory!

How can my son's small shoulders hold up.

In other words, Sheng Hu's war sword, except for being buried on this Zhushen Mountain, no one is qualified to move it!

Whoever wants to move, the soldiers of the western border, no one will agree!

"Hall Master!"

The Commander of the 1st Army Corps in the Western Frontier marched forward.

The red and swollen eye sockets were full of bloodshots.

"Now that the defender of the country has fallen, the western border cannot be left without an owner, I am willing to follow the young master!"

"I'm waiting, I'm willing to follow the young master!"

……

All the soldiers in the western region shouted in unison.

Young body, congenital pinnacle, outstanding strength, is the eldest son of the hall master, and the successor of the future Zhu God Temple.

If anyone can hold the sword of the envoy defending the country, at the moment, it must be the young master.

The sword of the god should appear on the battlefield, drink the blood of the enemy, and should not sleep forever!

Yebei turned around and looked at the black-clothed and straight-edged figures.

Sheng Hu's death, no one is more sad than this group of sons.

Although he is the master of the palace, Sheng Hu is their general.

Looking at this group of children, Yebei was silent for a long time.

Then the void stretched out, and the sword of the god broke through the ground.

The pitch-black blade, exuding a faint and cold glow, was as sharp as ever, and was lightly held in the palm of Yebei's palm.

Staring at the blade of the knife, Yebei opened his mouth and said: "Your Uncle Sheng Hu, as the envoy of the western border, do you know what the word 'defending the country' means?" ”

"Xu'er knows, protect the land! Defend your homeland! ”

The immature voice is full of perseverance.

A few months ago, on his first day here, he heard it from his mother.

This world is the home of my father and mother.

When Yebei heard this, he didn't say anything.

After a moment, he stroked the blade of the knife, said slowly, and said: "Back then, outside the western border, there were six enemy countries, and the western border had the most wars, so there was the word defending the country. ”

"Your Uncle Sheng Hu often complains in my ear, saying that there is no stable day."

"I envy the rest of your uncles, especially Uncle Zhongyuan."

The words fell, and Luo Feng, Lu Zhongyuan, and Nangong Yan clenched their fists and were silent.

In this way, they naturally heard it from Sheng Hu's mouth.

Compared with the western realm, there are indeed many fewer wars in the rest of the realms, especially in the Central Plains.

But complaining is complaining, Sheng Hu has no slackness.

Adhering to the concept of killing as protection, he forcibly brought out a group of tiger and wolf divisions that made the Six Kingdoms smell and change.

"Now, a hundred countries have surrendered, and the frontier is stable......"

Looking at the war knife in his hand, between the muttering words, tears slipped down from the corners of his eyes unconsciously.

Dressed in white, dancing in the wind, the next moment, suddenly turned around.

"Today, I will hand over this war knife of your Uncle Sheng Hu to you!"