The war between the Luoqi Dynasty and Xiliang lasted for seven years. During this period, the soldiers practiced every day and shed blood on the battlefield. They patrolled closely at night to guard against enemy raids. In order to return to the court with an early victory, they also
To go home and meet my wife, children and relatives.
The border battlefield was filled with corpses and severed limbs, the ground was completely stained red with blood, and many soldiers were still cleaning up the battlefield.
Suddenly, it seems that I can look back and see the red ground thousands of miles away in the wind and sand. The soldiers are holding spears or swords, fighting to the death with the enemy. Behind them, there are golden drums, trumpets blaring, and flags with the word "Xiao" hung high.
Flying in the wind and making a rustling sound.
Horse hooves rolling, shouts, weapons clashing, roars and wails are still in my ears. Between the lightning and flint, the flash of swords, a life will be lost in the world. Thrilling fierce battles, the soldiers waved their weapons and killed each other.
Eyes wide open, my mind is completely filled with the four words 'defend the home and the country'.
They left their homes and went to the battlefield with enthusiasm. Even in the face of desperate situations, they still stood firm and never flinched. They fought with all their strength until the last moment and never allowed their home and country to be invaded and trampled by the enemy.
The sun was setting in the west, the sunset dyed the sky red, and the strong smell of blood in the air lingered for a long time. Xiao Mohan stood on the edge of the city wall with his hands behind his hands, looking at the corpses strewn in the distance, and couldn't help but get wet in his eyes.
The young man made a wish in the sky and overcame all difficulties with heroic ambition. The galloping battlefield was separated by Yin and Yang, and the sword was like a dream shining on the cool moon. On the battlefield, the soldiers who died in battle have not returned. The children, wives and mothers cried with tears, saying that they would never return to each other in this life.
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The night was surprisingly good tonight. The soldiers had won the battle. Xiao Mohan specially held a celebration banquet for the soldiers and the people to enjoy themselves. They were noisy around the bonfire, drank wine and punched each other, and drank pots of shochu, and their mood became even higher.
Although Xiliang is not as strong as Luo Qi Fubing, it is not bad. From the seven-year war, it can be seen that their strength cannot be underestimated. In this era of raging war, no one wants to lose.
Those who are at a disadvantage all want to command the heroes to compete in the Central Plains.
Xiliang was defeated this time and signed a treaty of defeat, promising to bow to Luo Qi and pay tribute every year. As of now, he had already withdrawn thousands of miles and returned to the court angrily.
Xiao Mohan has sword-shaped eyebrows on his temples, his eyes are like the scorching sun, and his posture is as tall and straight as a pine tree.
He sat on the upper seat, poured himself a glass of wine, stood up and shouted to the soldiers.
"Brothers, although this battle was very difficult, we still won! You are Luo Qierlang, the hero and pride of our court! You are the patron saint in the hearts of the people! This is the victory and peace we have earned with all our efforts.
The world, wait until tomorrow, and then we will return to the court and fulfill the agreement we made before setting off." His tone paused, a little heavy, "Try your best to survive and go home together!"
"Go home! Go home! Go home!!!"
When it comes to returning to the court, all the soldiers are excited, which is more exciting than going into battle to kill the enemy. Everyone has an excited smile on their face, but they can't hide the sigh in their voices.
Xiao Chuhong was wearing hard silver armor, his eyes were clear, and he was sitting quietly. He had experienced battles on the battlefield, and his eyes seemed weathered. Although the bone-eroding murderous intent was restrained as much as possible, it poured out inadvertently.
A thick callus has grown on the tiger's mouth of the right hand that holds the cup. After it was worn out and bled, it healed again, over and over again, forming what it looks like today.
It seems that Xiao Chuhong doesn't like to talk much. He only talks endlessly when discussing military affairs. In fact, he gets along very well with many soldiers in private. However, when it comes to business, if someone makes a mistake, he will be dealt with according to military law without leaving any trace.
feelings.
"Yue'er, why are you sitting here alone and not with everyone else?"
Xiao Chuhong's mother, Lu Jingshu, did not know martial arts. When she came to the border with Xiao Mohan, a few years later, her smooth and fair skin was now a lot rougher. After all, there are often winds and sand here, and the water and soil do not support people, so how can it be better?
go.
"Mom, why are you here?" Xiao Chuhong's eyes softened for a moment, and he moved his position so that Lu Jingshu could sit down. "Drinking is harmful to the body, and it's the same for children."
She smiled and looked up at Xiao Mohan, who was majestic in a high position, but could not hide the pain in his eyes.
"Your father should be very sad right now. If I don't come, who can relieve his pain?" This chapter has been completed!