He suddenly felt his ears feel hot and his heart tightened, as if someone had dug a big, empty hole.
What happened... He closed his eyes luxuriously, and the face he had lived with for seven years appeared in his mind.
Ruyi, are you okay...
I really...miss you...
Thousands of miles away is the battlefield in Western Xinjiang.
The war has been accelerating, and the barbarians outside the border have been intensifying their troops in recent years, becoming more and more courageous as they fight. However, the Celestial Empire is somewhat pampered, and many of its soldiers are temporarily recruited and have no combat effectiveness.
The Chinese Empire has lost several battles in a row, and the situation is not optimistic.
A young man with a handsome face, covered in sand, holding a spear and frowning, was guarding the crumbling city in the flames of war.
Many of the brothers who ate and slept with him are already sleeping here. Their corpses have sharp arrows stuck in them, their heads have been trampled on, and the military medals symbolizing glory on their bodies have been snatched away by the enemy as a way to claim credit.
Yellow sand fills the sky and scorched earth is everywhere.
If we cannot lose again, we must abandon the city and retreat to Yunjie. There are still many people in Yunjie City who have not been evacuated. If this line of defense collapses, the people of that day will be plunged into dire straits.
The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters and the catkins float, and the life experience is ups and downs, and the rain hits the rafters.
Once the pass is opened, it will no longer be able to withstand the cavalry chasing people from outside the border. At their speed, Yunjie City will be captured soon. Then more people will be displaced, and their families and children will be separated.
The young man looked at the few people left around him. Their faces were haggard, filled with anxiety and fear, and he could no longer find any trace of fighting spirit in these faces.
They seemed to have determined that this would be a losing battle.
The neighing of a horse pierced the sky, and reinforcements arrived. The leader was Prince Qing, who was in command.
He is getting stronger and stronger, and some of his beard has turned white, but there is an unyielding meaning in his eyes. "Brothers, hold on! I'm here! Let's advance together and retreat together! Live and die together!"
King Qing was riding on a horse, holding a halberd, and shouted.
This roar cheered up the flagging morale.
The marshal is risking his life and talking about life and death, so what reason does a small soldier have not to fight for his life?
The young man was inspired by the prince's words, and rushed into the fighting crowd with a roar. He accompanied the prince, using spears and halberds to complement each other. The spear in his hand did not allow any enemy to get close to Prince Qing. Although he was not good at martial arts, he still
He is extremely courageous and fights without risking life or death.
This energy also surprised the enemy, who hesitated and thought, and lost the opportunity to take action during that moment, but were suppressed by the soldiers of the Chinese Empire.
He also had a few spots on his body, his arms were bleeding, and his forehead was scratched, leaving shallow marks. But he was still like a tireless beast, roaring, roaring, and killing...
Prince Qing, who was sitting on the horse, noticed this young man. The young man reminded Prince Qing of himself when he was young. It was not easy for him to have such courage at such a young age.
Finally, the battle ended, and China made a beautiful turnaround.
The boy was too tired to stand up. He had lost a lot of blood, so much that he didn't even realize it.
He staggered and fell to his knees, but a big hand held him up.
He turned around and saw a pair of wise eyes looking at him. That person was Prince Qing.
"Good boy! What's your name!" Prince Qing looked at him appreciatively.
"Qin... laugh..." The young man said and fell into Prince Qing's arms.