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The whole grassland was icy and heartbreakingly cold.

The cold water dripped down the green leaves and crashed into the muddy path, which turned out to be red.

That's blood!

Bright red blood rushed out of the corpse, dripping the entire road of no return.

Qiu Rong went all the way forward.

She walked so fast and focused that she didn't even glance at the body.

The weather was cold, and the corpses were even colder.

What else is there for her? Whoever is peerless and heroic will end up with the most aggrieved death.

She would wake up every night from nightmares, curling up her slender white legs and trembling. Her back was soaked in cold sweat, all because of what she had seen that day.

When the foreign enemy was suppressed, no one sang for him, and he was greeted by a prisoner cart. His bright red cloak hung loosely like tatters, his stubble thick, and his face covered in blood.

On the day when the general was escorted to the prisoner car on the moon, the entire Central Plains was boiling, and the people who scolded him stretched for hundreds of miles.

It's a great shame.

But he didn't have any expression, he was like a statue.

At least the statue can still depict expressions, and no matter how much he squeezes his eyebrows, he gives people the same cold feeling.

Whether he was smashed with a hard stone or burned into his mouth with a soldering iron, he always kept silent.

The heart is dead,

Can Ann say anything more?

The prisoner's cart slowly arrived at the execution platform, and when the public was escorted up, he was already a bloody man. His silver-white hair was stained with filth and congealed with his blood.

"If you collaborate with the enemy and commit treason, you should be beheaded!" According to the punishment, he was nakedly tied to a red-hot iron pillar.

His back "clicked", his eyes were like ashes, and the two people next to him began to cut his flesh with the tip of a three-inch knife, and he was sentenced to a full 3,600 knives.

The public rode on the moon without saying a word, allowing them to rip off one bloody piece of flesh after another.

The one thousand two hundred and seventy-third swords, he had become a bloody man, and he could not find a trace of intact place in his body, and even the silver-white hair was burned by the pillar, diffusing the stench of burning.

He still didn't say a word.

Looking at the flowing crowd, his eyes finally flashed with a strange light.

What did he see?

A man as proud as he is, no amount of torture or torture can make him hum a syllable.

A person who is as clean as him, even in the most filthy quagmire, still maintains the pure land in his heart.

But he was so moved.

In the midst of the abusive crowd, there was a very petite silver-haired girl.

And there she stood.

They only glanced at it, but the public ride on the moon felt that this glance was really short. He finally uttered three earth-shattering words: "I! No sin!"

But do you believe?

He didn't even have time to remember her face before the crowd overwhelmed her.

People poured into Xingtai.

They carried knives and hooks.

They cursed and waved.

The entire Imperial City, men, women, young and old, was gnawing at his flesh, and while they were insulting, they surrounded the former generals and legions like wild dogs.

I remember that day, the Imperial City was extremely cold.

Splashes of snow fall from the sky...... Some people say that it is the spirit of the great general, because when they see this white and flawless snowflake whistling past them, they must think of the white-helmeted and silver-haired warrior, who has been beaten from the border to the grassland, and no one can beat him.

If you think about it, would he be the one who did that kind of thing?

Nobody knows.

But it is an indisputable fact that the greatest and most selfless general was killed by the people he desperately protected.

The snow drifted all the time, from early morning to midnight.

The entire imperial city is covered in silver, and there are thousands of egrets left on the execution platform for a long time, lingering and killing, and their sad cries can be heard in the border city.

That night, she stepped into a small boat alone and swam across the Dome Mountain.

The snow froze her hands red.

The cold wind seemed to cut her cheeks into a thousand pieces.

Even the night, the night had lost her...... Her eyes were white for everything.

White snow, white blood, white river, white peaks, white hair...... She's on the verge of madness.

In the snowy night sky, a star twinkled.

Even though the heavens and the earth are vast, there is this star that lasts forever, and she knows that the star will always point to the north.

At the end of the north is the border fortress, and when the prince stepped on the moon all the way to the north, any enemy was terrified.

When he was a child, Qiu Rong liked to nestle in his warm arms and listen to him tell the story of the march, "Look at the brightest star in the sky, I relied on it to drive those savages into the frozen North Pole." ”

Qiu Rong opened those bright eyes and said, "Won't it be tired?"

The public ride on the moon said: "No." ”

Qiu Rong said: "Doesn't it want to eat and sleep?

The public rider stepped on the moon and said: "No." ”

"It's always been there, I'm going to leave soon, and you see the star as if you saw me. ”

Her eyes quickly dimmed.

He was draped again, dressed in a silver uniform, with his long, pure white hair flowing down to his waist, like the brightest star.

The white figure melts into the darkness.

The fate of a warrior is darkness.

Once on the battlefield, how many people can be like the North Star, never lose their way?

The forest was ringing, and she turned around and shot an arrow, which shot the ambushed Kazakhs through the heart and died. Unexpectedly, a gust of wind suddenly hit the tree, and the enemy lurking in the tree slashed down and slashed into her shoulder.

With the strength of such a knife, at least it cut into the bone.

But she held the knife tightly, smiled coldly, and pulled out a short knife from her waist with her left hand and slashed into the side neck of the sneak attacker.

The knife was quick and ruthless, and it was already extreme, and the man's eyes widened, and he was already dead on the ground.

Two more people rose up from the forest and blew out poison darts.

Qiu Rong rolled over, leaning on the big tree, while pulling out the short knife from her shoulder.

The fine iron used for this short knife was very bright, and she used the blade as a mirror to reflect the location of the sneak attacker.

But she only showed one person.

Two Kazakh warriors approached the roots of the huge plank tree, one left and one right, and they moved quickly and agilely, like leopards in the forest, poisonous snakes climbing vines.

But they were a step too late, and there were only blood-stained Kazakh scimitars behind the trees.

"Bah! I almost caught this stinky. "Hurry up and hide, and wait for those Central Plains people to fall into the net." Although the two of them were also annoyed, they quickly returned to the ambush site just now, preparing to ambush those Central Plains soldiers who were passing by again.

They all felt that Qiu Rong was a brave woman, even if this woman was an enemy, it was enough for them to admire.

Because she rushed to the front of the line alone.

In this foreign land full of soldiers and dangers, she has claimed the lives of more than 100 people.

Probably she was also seriously injured and had to retreat.

The two of them pushed aside the grass, but saw Qiu Rong sitting there, holding a bow and crossbow in both hands and aiming at them.

- Arrows flew out, and blood spilled deep into the forest.