For hundreds of years, there has not been such a large-scale war in the mainland. Every time they heard those epic heroic legends and mentioned the famous generals who once galloped on the battlefield, they were filled with passion and longing.
However, only now did he realize how cruel war is. Looking into the distance, his eyes were filled with the kind faces of his parents and the beautiful faces of his lovers. At this moment, he missed the warmth of home so much, even if it was his mother's trivial love.
When I think about it now, I feel so kind and nostalgic.
But, can he still go back? Gently stroking his injured leg, a helpless smile appeared on his face.
Returning home is not his only hope, but also the hope of all ordinary soldiers like him. Unifying all countries and dominating the world is only the ambition of emperors and superiors. For these ordinary soldiers, a few acres of thin fields are farmed by men and women.
Weaving, fatherly kindness and sonly filial piety are their only wishes.
The golden sunshine shines on the earth, but the atmosphere around it suddenly becomes heavy and depressing, as if it is a precursor to a snowstorm. The wind stops, but the thick fog that has been around for a long time quickly disperses, and the entire earth is bathed in the golden sunshine.
, but it gives people an unusually cold feeling, without any warmth.
The soldiers looked around in surprise. On Guanyun Peak not far away, two old men with long sleeves and wide robes were standing against the wind, staring at each other.
Their figures were so majestic, as if they had stood for thousands of years, and they faintly exuded a majestic aura that dominated the world and covered the nine heavens, as if the surrounding mountains and the entire earth had surrendered under their feet.
"It's them!" The wounded soldier sitting on the ground suddenly stood up and looked at the top of Guanyun Peak.
The entire camp suddenly became silent. In this strange atmosphere, everyone walked out of the camp and looked in the same direction.
On the Iron Stone Fortress, countless soldiers also swarmed up to the top of the city, staring in that direction with their mouths open.
Even the commanders of both sides walked out of the camp and looked at the two old men with eyes full of awe.
They had seen the two old men on the mountain. Nearly half a year ago, at the most tragic moment of the battle in Iron Stone Castle, the old man with a tired face slowly walked out of Iron Stone Castle. At that time, the city gate was wide open.
However, the entire battlefield, which was filled with loud killings, suddenly became quiet as he seemed to be strolling leisurely. The most violent horse in the army stopped roaring, and even the injured soldiers forgot to cry.
"Let Chu Fengyun come out to see me." At that time, the calm voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the entire battlefield, as if it sounded deep in the soul, bringing incomparable shock.
"Who are you?" General Dinglin, who was leading his army to attack the city, shouted on the spot.
The old man just pressed his hand, and the invisible air flow fell from the sky, and then smashed the general, including his men and horses, into a pulp. He was the most powerful general in the Dinglin Army, and with the strength of the Dzogchen Realm, he bravely ranked first among the three armies.
, under his seemingly indifferent attack, he didn't even have the slightest ability to resist.
At that moment, everyone was stunned. Even in the face of thousands of troops and rain of arrows, they did not feel that death was so close to them. It was as if everyone's life was only in his mind.
It wasn't until another old man slowly walked out of the Dinglin Army that the pressure on them and the fear in their hearts were relieved.