A few days later ...

Evening...

The Grand Duchy of Long Heaven...

Border...

Jinyuan Desert...

Somewhere unknown hill...

"The Lan clan betrayed me... After all... Chess is a bad move... ”

Xu Changfeng was dressed in a military uniform, and the north wind mixed with the flying sand of the desert half rolled over his empty sleeves.

Countless times to step through the ghost gate.

He's not young anymore.

Rather disappointed, he lowered his head and sighed, far away, obliquely approaching dusk.

Not far away.

It was probably Xu Yuanshan and a few other people, looking up at Xu Changfeng's lonely figure.

Anyway.

This young, titular emperor.

At the same time, he is also a man who lost his right hand in the war.

Under the wind and rain, internal and external troubles.

Refining strategy and strategy, countless times on the border to resist the enemy in this Jin Yuan desert.

Perhaps this is just the last bit of comfort and the last bit of ethereal hope for them.

Other branches of the Hui clan.

As early as a few years ago, he hid in Nanshan City.

Correct. Even so, the embattled Xu Changfeng is like a bitter bamboo, "Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is from east to west, north and south." ”。 On the contrary, the more they fight, the more courageous they become.

An endless stream of hole cards. Clever ways to interlock.

Checkmate.

General Jin Yuan.

Deservedly, who else is it?

Xu Yuanshan seemed to tilt his head with some difficulty, and the afterglow made his terrifying countenance—half of his face sliced off by a sword, and the newborn flesh and blood were full of wrinkles, as if they were a paste. It's even clearer.

to his left.

It was the former Great Elder Xu Jian and his grandson.

The old man, who was in his old age, rested on the horse's neck, breathing heavily and rapidly.

His grandson was on his side, his expression full of melancholy.

There were also a few people who were also leading horses.

The expressions were all sighing.

Every large-scale war heralds the end of an era ...

"The slanting sun... ”

"Finally going west... ”

"Desire ... ”

"But I lost my soul... ”

"Ecstasy... ”

"I hope ... ”

"It's worth it... ”

Postscript:

"Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is blowing. "From "Bamboo and Stone", Qing, Zheng Xie. It is used here to describe the indomitable will to fight.

"The sun is setting, but desire is ecstasy. Here "desire" should be interpreted as "wanting to look far away."

- SS white-clothed Chang'an