Two days later, at noon, Wugong Town, the Jin Army camp, Wanyan Honglie rewarded the three armies.

Piles of flames burned, burning out the bitter cold of winter and warming everyone's hearts. The wine is opened, the barbecue is fragrant, and so is enough.

Looking around Yanshan, thousands of people gathered, drank wine in a big bowl, ate meat in large pieces, the scene was extremely spectacular, so happy!

There was still blood on the wound, and they laughed it off. What if they're seriously injured? They can still hold up their bowls and laugh out loud. Even if they cut off an arm or a leg, they couldn't stop their enthusiasm for the celebration feast. Just because after today, some brothers who have lived and died together will leave the barracks, and from then on, although they have no choice, they are helpless.

Yan Shan saw it in his eyes, empathized, tears flashed in his eyes, and pictures of the past kept emerging in his mind.

The faint light is sprinkled, the slight cold wind blows, and the soldiers are mixed with joy and sorrow, and there is a kind of poignant beauty.

Yan Shan stood up, and under the gaze of countless eyes, he walked slowly, and naturally, came to a wine table.

The thirteen people at this table immediately stood up and saluted, looking excited.

Yan Shan smiled indifferently, his eyes swept over the thirteen people one by one, and a few tears couldn't help but cross his cheeks. He returned the salute and said in a deep voice, "Brothers, please take a seat!"

Thirteen pairs of eyes stared at Yanshan, full of admiration and awe. Before I knew it, tears welled up in my eyes.

Yan Shan nodded slightly, and then sat down.

The thirteen people sat down one by one.

Yan Shan, a mysterious boy who is only eighteen years old, is known to everyone under Yan Honglie's tent.

In the battle of the Netherworld Ghost Mansion, Yan Shan risked his life, went deep into the enemy, and killed the Netherworld Ghost Soldiers like chopping melons and vegetables, which made people feel awe-inspiring.

On the World Heroes Conference, Yan Shan was born after death, and fought against Cheng Pei, the young master of the Western Regions Demon Sect, and narrowly won. After that, in the face of the momentum of the first warrior of the Jin Kingdom, Wanyan Guge, he stepped forward, smashed the pair of drum urns and golden hammers, and retreated, although he was defeated.

In the battle with the remnant sword, Yan Shan, as a soldier to lure the enemy, was the first to enter the enemy. Then, this figure came out of nowhere, slaying countless enemies. Between life and death, he saved countless soldiers. On the battlefield, he is like a god of war, who will never fall until he kills all enemies. Yanshan is still fighting, and the soldiers can't fall, which is a belief that comes from the depths of their hearts. How many soldiers are remembered for their lives just because they fought side by side with Yanshan, and they have no regrets even if they die.

Thirteen people looked at Yanshan, their admiration and admiration were undisguised, and they came from the bottom of their hearts.

Yan Shan picked up the wine bowl, looked at a soldier with a broken arm, his eyes were as clear as water, and said loudly: "I don't know what this brother is called?"

The soldier with the severed arm burst into tears, and was so excited that he couldn't speak.

The corners of Yan Shan's mouth rose slightly, revealing a hint of a smile. This smile is like the warm winter sun straight into the heart, like the spring breeze blowing on the face, quiet and indifferent.

The soldier with the broken arm woke up like a dream, his face turned red, and he hurriedly replied, "My name is Zhao Dazhuang." ”

Yan Shan nodded slightly, and said loudly: "Brother Zhao, you killed the enemy bravely, forgetting your life and forgetting death, I salute you for this bowl of wine!"

Tears rolled down, Zhao Dazhuang picked up the wine bowl, drank it all, and choked up: "Xie Yan Shaoxia!"

Yan Shan said in a deep voice: "You and I have fought side by side, and you are my brother Yan Shan." Brother Zhao, you and I are brothers, okay?"

Zhao Dazhuang wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, and said loudly: "Brother Yan!"

Yan Shan nodded again and again, and a crystal tear fell.

After that, the wine bowl was full, and Yan Shan picked it up again......

Yan Shan did not leave a single person behind, and drank thirteen bowls of wine in a row. Zhao Dazhuang, Li Renqing, Zhao Hu, Song Xiaobao, Ai Qing, Qian Yong...... Yan Shan remembered these names one by one in his heart. Whoever fought alongside him was his brother.

Yan Shan's face was slightly red, his clear gaze swept over everyone again, and he said casually: "I don't know what the brothers plan to do in the future?"

Qian Yong wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve, glanced at the empty trouser tube, and said in a deep voice: "Don't hide it from Brother Yan, I originally planned to die after the celebration banquet." But now, I've changed my mind. ”

Yan Shan sighed lightly and motioned for Qian Yong to continue.

Qian Yong said: "Yan Shaoxia is a masterpiece in the world, but he treats me as a brother, how can I disgrace my brother? I must not live like a coward, I must live well and live a good life." ”

These words speak to everyone's hearts. Unconsciously, a drop of hot tears fell.

Yan Shan nodded slightly, his face showed a look of relief, and said loudly: "Once, we fought side by side, not afraid of life and death, and worked together to completely annihilate the enemy's army, how heroic it was! In that situation, we never gave up, let alone now? Returning triumphantly, drinking wine in a big bowl, eating meat in large pieces, and hearty. In the days to come, those brothers who fought side by side and those glorious years will always be remembered in our hearts, and we will not be alone at the ends of the earth. ”

The pride surged, the heart surged, the tears cleared the soul, and the thirteen people were reborn.

"At the ends of the earth, we will not be alone. The thirteen responded in unison.

Yan Shan smiled happily and said loudly: "A gentleman's word!"

"It's hard to chase a horse!"

"Hahaha......" The fourteen people laughed loudly, and the laughter echoed between heaven and earth, and it did not go away for a long time.

Not far away, Beigong Duge nodded silently, his face full of brilliance. Several others couldn't help but secretly admire.

There is no greater mourning than death. For some, material things and money have lost their meaning. All they need is the courage to keep alive.

After that, Yanshan changed the table, and the same plot was staged again. The same spirits, bowl after bowl, unpretentious and heartfelt.

Wanyan Xue'er looked surprised and exclaimed, "Is he crazy?"

Wanyan Honglie sighed lightly and said slowly: "Under that seemingly bohemian and immature appearance, Brother Yan is a true temperament and a good man!"

Li Ruoxian's face was worried, and she wanted to step forward to stop her several times, but was stopped by Beigong Duge.

Wan Yan Liang said in a deep voice: "Father, why don't I go to replace Brother Yan?"

Wanyan Honglie smiled lightly: "At this moment, Brother Yan is irreplaceable. This is also a battle, but it belongs only to Brother Yan himself. No fighting, no bloodshed, but it's not simple. You and I have fought side by side, then you are my brother. Perhaps this is the military soul of the Yue family's army. ”

Li Rendao looked at Yanshan thoughtfully.

Unconsciously, Yan Shan's consciousness gradually blurred. However, the spirits are still the same, the pride is undiminished, and the spirit is flying.

At this moment, at the celebration banquet, thousands of pairs of eyes focused on Yanshan. His words and deeds touch the hearts of all people.

Finally, Yan Shan fell, still smiling.