The war that lasted for half a year suddenly came to an abrupt end. The last hundreds of thousands of Beirong troops were buried in Huifeng Valley, and the entire valley was filled with blood and rivers. As for the Beirong soldiers stationed everywhere, they were naturally even more indescribable. They were annihilated by the Mo family army with lightning speed. This war seemed neither surprised nor happy nor conspicuous, but in terms of the achievements alone, it was enough to wash away most of the achievements in the history of the Mo family army. In the end, none of the Beirong soldiers fled back to Beirong. After this battle, Beirong lost more than one million soldiers, but nearly 70% of the Beirong generals. It would never be possible to recover without decades.

When the battlefield was cleaned up later, the people who were taken to Mo Xiuyao and others by the soldiers of the Mo family were deeply surprised by everyone. This person was nothing but Helianzhen, the general of the Flying Cavalry of Beirong. Even Yelu Ye died in the chaos, but he did not expect that Helianzhen was still alive.

Mo Xiuyao's eyes were slightly deeper, and he glanced at the two soldiers escorting Helianzhen over. The two hurriedly replied: "Your report to the prince, this person said that there is important news about Beirong to tell the prince. That's why..."

Everyone understood that at the last moment, Helian was really afraid of death, so he had to exchange for the opportunity to save his life. In this regard, the generals of the Mo family army looked not only despised, but also hated him. Nineteen years ago, those Mo family soldiers who died in vain were not even dead at the hands of a hero who stood up to the sky, but were a shameless person who was greedy for life and feared death.

In fact, nineteen years ago, Helian was not necessarily a greedy person who was afraid of death. However, he had not been on the battlefield for more than ten years, and even when he was defeated and was far from his most prosperous time. In more than ten years, his original mind and blood had been exhausted, and all he left was just unwilling to be defeated by Mo Xiuyao. When the facts proved that he could not compete with Mo Xiuyao, even this unwillingness disappeared. All that was left was his life.

"King Ding, as long as you spare my life, I am willing to tell you all the troops in Beirong." Helian Zhen said anxiously with a fierce look in his eyes. He didn't want to die, even nineteen years ago he didn't realize so clearly that he didn't want to die.

Mo Xiuyao's lips curled a disdainful sneer, "I haven't held military power for 19 years. General Helian, do you really know the distribution of Beirong's troops?" Helian was really silent, "I... can tell you everything I know, as long as you spare my life!" At this time, Helian Zhen finally found that he did not have the capital to negotiate with Mo Xiuyao, and said in a panic.

Mo Xiuyao's eyes were filled with murderous intent, but it did not immediately occur. He slowly closed his eyes and calmed his emotions. When he opened his eyes, it was already quiet. But Helian Zhen felt something was wrong.

I heard Mo Xiuyao's voice calm like water, "Pull it out and kill it!"

"Yes!" The two soldiers who were escorting Helianzhen in without any hesitation and dragged him out again. Listening to Helianzhenbi's panicked call and begging for mercy when he pulled him out, everyone felt a little sad for him. A famous general who had lost his reputation but could not escape death.

The tent was a little silent for a moment, and everyone's expression was a little dazed. The young generals such as Yun Ting were almost unbelievable. They really wiped out all the Beirong army, which was more soldiers than them and had not inferior in strength?

Sun Yaowu was stunned for a moment and suddenly burst into tears. Although he did not have the hatred of Beirong that he had back then, Beirong invaded Dachu three years ago and killed countless people. Sun Yaowu's hatred for the people of Beirong was no less than that of the old men of the Mo family.

Zhou Min patted Sun Yaowu on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Old Sun, you are so crying. Isn't it a good thing for the stations to win?" Sun Yaowu shook his eyes and said angrily: "You know what you know! Do you know if I'm happy?" Zhou Min touched her nose and decided not to be as knowledgeable as this rough man.

Mo Xiuyao looked plain and said in a deep voice: "Okay, the entire army will be rectified for two days. Zhou Min and Sun Yaowu."

"The last general is here!" Zhou Min immediately stood up and responded loudly, and Sun Yaowu also quickly stood up.

Mo Xiuyao said: "I will leave the border to you two. The others will set off in two days to head south!"

"The last general will receive the order." Everyone said in unison.

The border line in the northern part of Great Chu was extremely long, with only Zhou Min and Sun Yaowu leading troops alone for the first time, and a general who was originally the general of a state was not enough. But now it is the harsh winter. Even if Beirong wants to reinforce or avenge Ye, it will be two months later. Moreover, the two can still take on great responsibilities after half a year of training, so Mo Xiuyao was not worried.

Zhou Min was naturally happy to accept the order, and Sun Yaowu, as a surrendered general, was very happy that King Ding trusted him so much. Everyone was happy to accept the order. The others also understood that they had countless fierce battles with King Ding south, which also meant that there were more merits and were also very much looking forward to it. For a moment, the atmosphere in the tent became warm.

Ye Li sat beside Mo Xiuyao and quietly reached out to hold Mo Xiuyao's hand. Mo Xiuyao looked at Ye Li who was smiling beside him, with a strong warmth and smile appearing in his eyes, and at the same time he held Ye Li's hand tightly.

Mo Xiaobao sat between the two, looked at his father and mother left and right, and covered his little hands with a smile.

On a small hill not far from Huifeng Valley, there was an inconspicuous lonely tomb. There was not even a tombstone in front of the lonely tomb, and the tomb was covered with dead grass. If you didn't pay attention, you would even think that this was really a small earth bun full of dead grass.

Mo Xiuyao held Ye Li's hand and pulled Mo Xiaobao with one hand standing in front of the grave. Ye Li looked at Mo Xiuyao with some confusion, and a trace of understanding flashed in his eyes. Mo Xiuyao only heard Mo Xiuyao whisper: "A Li, this is the eldest brother."

Ye Li didn't ask much, nodded and bowed, saying, "My sister-in-law Ye Li has met her brother." He turned around and looked at Mo Xiaobao and said, "Xiaobao, kowtow to uncle."

Mo Xiaobao blinked in confusion. Although he didn't understand why he had seen his uncle's grave when he was in Chujing, and now there was his uncle's grave here, he still obediently walked to Ye Li and knelt down, kowtowed three times respectfully and said, "Mo Yuchen kowtowed to his uncle."

Mo Xiuyao sighed slightly, raised his clothes and knelt beside Ye Li, and said in a deep voice: "Brother, have you seen it? Brother, have you avenged you." Ye Li turned slightly and found that the location of the grave was facing Huifeng Valley. If he was standing here alone, then everything that happened in Huifeng Valley yesterday must have been clearly seen.
Chapter completed!