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The boundless red maple falling in the sky brings the warm autumn sun.

Today's Fengcheng is very quiet, like the calm Qinhuai River.

In the courtyard of Qinhuai, the atmosphere was the same as usual, but in the quiet and quiet blandness, there was a sudden increase in the sorrow of parting.

Carefully sorting out the armor on Liu Chen's body, Xu Yuyao couldn't help but reddened his eyes......

"What are you crying for?" Without looking back, Liu Chen could feel the choking of his wife behind him, smiled, he turned around, and pretended to be relaxed: "For my husband, this is going to war, you cry like this, how unlucky!"

"Hmm!" Concubine De buried her head, trying her best to accept Liu Chen's comfort, but the tears on her cheeks were like jade beads with broken threads, no matter how she restrained herself, she finally broke the embankment......

"Beigong?"

Frowning and sighing lightly, Xu Yuyao's attitude like this is not good to bring to everyone, Liu Chen had to look at Beigong Fu beside him with a faint description for help.

His Majesty the God King understood, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and then instructed Fu Xiang, the little girl of the Xuan clan who was standing at the door: "Xiang'er, Concubine De's body is a little uncomfortable today, you can help her back to the room to rest first......"

"Yes!" The little girl looked mournful, and when she heard the sonar, she stepped forward and was about to reach out and hold Xu Yuyao's little arm.

"No!" Not as obedient as in the previous situation, Xu Yuyao raised his head, wiped the tears on his face, and said with a cheerful face: "King, the concubine is fine, I can send you away!"

"Is it really okay?" Liu Chen's face was full of hesitation, facing Xu Yuyao's face full of expectation, he couldn't make up his mind, so he had to look at Beigong Fu again.

"Xiang'er, go get a basin of water and serve Concubine De to scrub it, but you can't let the outside wait for a long time!"

Beigong Fu smiled, deeply forgot about Xu Yuyao, turned around immediately, and walked out of the flower hall first.

......

At this time, on the street of Fengcheng, people stood quietly under the red maples on both sides of the street, and the falling maples between heaven and earth were like the rain of flowers flying in the sky, which could dye the whole city into a blood red.

The willow-shaped banner raised high, as well as the orderly formation of wind and thunder iron horses, when the autumn mood is strong, there is less killing and more sorrow.

An old woman held back her tears, stuffed bags of freshly cooked dough into her son's baggage, stroked the new armor on her son's body, stared at the old bow behind her son, and looked at each other without saying a word......

A bride forced a smile, suffocated the moisture in her eyes back to her heart, and her trembling hands were constantly arranging her husband's uniform, bathing in the warm light of the morning sun......

And the children with the horns, looking up at their father's heroic appearance, they are too immature, they can't imagine what tomorrow will be like, the original eternity engraved in their lives is the sword on their father's waist, the bow behind his back, since then, all this has become the direction of their lives......

Autumn in Fengcheng is September 8, and the city is full of golden armor!

On the platform, Liu Chen stood with a sword, he and the soldiers and civilians of the city, waiting for the old bell on the corner tower, on the high platform, the old sword master Liu was full of gloom, and gently pinched the projectile in his hand, the projectile was ordinary, but it became the focus of everyone.

The autumn wind hunted, the flag fluttered, when there was a restlessness in the far northwest, when the projectile in the hand of the sword master Liu Jingfeng shattered instantly, the crowd quieted down, and the needle drop in Fengcheng could be heard.

"Eight hundred miles of urgent battle report!" The old sword master's voice was high-pitched and loud, accompanied by the buzzing of the old bell, and the generosity came into everyone's ears with great clarity, "On the eighth day of the ninth month of the fifteenth year of the Apocalypse, the imperial champion Hou Xu Kun, and the barbarian Lanling King Mu Donglin, brought hundreds of thousands of athletes under his command...... As promised, a general attack was launched towards Langzhou, and the war of the last era began!"

"Bang!" The bell rang again, and the old sword master's voice began to tremble a little, "Eight hundred miles of urgent battle report, the eighth day of the ninth month of the fifteenth year of the Apocalypse, Wu Feng, the Duke of Weiguo of the Empire, personally led hundreds of thousands of Xuanjia elite cavalry, sent out of the letter valley, and sent the army to Loulan!"

"Everyone!"

As soon as Liu Jingfeng's words fell, Liu Chen raised the Qiushui long sword in his hand, turned over, and he sat on the star-chasing horse, attracting countless eyes on the spot, his face was full of blood red, and he roared hoarsely: "And follow this king, the sword points to Cangshan, the horse steps on the Erhai Lake, and recovers my Great Xia Immortal Rivers and Mountains!"

"Give me back the rivers and mountains!"

"Like the wind, like thunder! The Cangzhou army is immortal!"

"Panic Canglan County, Weiwei Canglan King! The lonely mountain snow comes at night, and the dawn is light!"

"The sword points to Cangshan, and the horse steps on Erhai Lake!"

"Glory to the south of the clouds!"

It was as if a stone had been thrown into the calm Qinhuai River, and under the fiery morning sun, the entire Fengcheng fell into a frenzied boil.

The soldiers held high the swords, guns, swords and halberds in their hands, shouting, roaring, surrounding Liu Chen's side, the people clenched their fists, raised their arms and shouted, breathing the soft breeze of their hometown, trampling on the warm homeland, in this autumn and killing September, the Eastern Continent will finally sing the elegy of the Xia people!

"I'll wait for you to come back!"

In the noisy crowd, Beigong Fu raised his hand and pulled the reins of the star-chasing horse, and when Liu Chen bent over and attached himself to his ears, he only heard His Majesty the God King call in a trembling voice full of excitement: "If you don't go back, I will go to you!"

"Okay!" his backhand clenched Beigong Fu's soft twing, Liu Chen smiled and smiled, almost bursting into tears.

"Yuyao, don't worry too much, I've always been there, you will never lose it!" imprinted his lips on Xu Yuyao's tearful face, Liu Chen held the second daughter's little hand in the palm of his hand, his eyes did not dare to take a cent away from that delicate face, he was afraid, he was afraid, he was afraid, he did not want to blur his beloved in his heart in this war-torn era......

......

"Mother!" In the end, Liu Chen hit the horse and came to Ji Wanzhu's side, and the graceful Lord Yue Guogong actually had a trace of old age in his description in such a parting autumn day.

"Yi'er!" Feng's eyes were full of tears, Ji Wanzhu was still smiling brightly, smiling and clenching Liu Chen's big hand, she raised her head, like a reincarnation before the eighteenth year of Longqing, in a trance, she seemed to see that autumn, dreaming back to the past year, she was in front of the Xuanwu Gate again.

Suddenly, Liu Chen couldn't help but hug her tightly, through Liu Chen's shoulder, Ji Wanzhu's tearful eyes were always fixed in the corner of the Tibetan Soldier Valley, which was as bright as the morning glow, and in the general's grave, her eternal ...... was buried

"Mother, you have to wait for the child to come back, and give you filial piety!"

"Well, my mother is waiting for you!"

......

"Uncle, third uncle, ninth uncle......" When the Cangzhou army slowly left the city, Liu Chen sat on his horse and looked back in the direction of Liu Jingfeng, "Uncles, aunts, aunts...... Farewell nephew!"

"Yi'er, everything is precious!"

"Hmm!"

......

Unable to bear to feel the sobbing around him, Liu Chen gritted his teeth, raised his hand and put down the mask on the iron helmet, the star-chasing horse was extremely vigorous, and it did not need the urging of the horse whip, it had already left with the Canglan King quickly.

Before leaving the city, Liu Chen was able to look in the direction of the general's grave: "Father, mother, the child will make you proud......

Ten miles after leaving the city, the people of Cangzhou who bid farewell to the recruits were still piled up in the towers of Fengcheng, with their expectations and love, Liu Chen tried to calm his mind, raised his sword and sang: "Honor, that is, the life of my generation!" (to be continued.) )