The misty rain cast a layer of coldness over the entire Wumeng Mountain.
Liu Chen was dressed in black clothes, holding a black umbrella in his hand, staring ahead at the stars. The whole mountain was filled with tombstones.
At a glance, it looks like an eternal stone.
The tombstone at the front is engraved with the name of Liu Chen, the patron saint of Daxia, the commander of the Western Region.
An invincible general who is invincible on the battlefield and has never been defeated in his life.
The invincible God of War in the West.
He has made great military exploits for the country.
Unfortunately, he became a victim of the temple struggle.
And in this mountain, every name on every tombstone has written its own legend on the battlefield!
One hundred thousand tombstones!
Buried are hundreds of thousands of heroic souls in the Western Region!
A gust of cool wind blew by, and Liu Chen covered his mouth and coughed.
When he stopped coughing, he spread his hands, and there was a streak of bright red on the white paper in his palm.
shocking!
"Tang Hanzhong, Tang Hanzhong, in order to kill me, you actually killed a hundred thousand meritorious soldiers. You are really capable of this!"
Holding his hands tightly, a hint of overwhelming hatred slowly emerged in Liu Chen's eyes.
One hundred thousand heroic souls.
One hundred thousand meritorious soldiers of the past.
They all became victims of the temple struggle!
He hates it!
He hates it!
Hate Tang Henzhong for his cruelty!
I hate myself even more that I knew clearly that Tang Hanzhong wanted to kill me, but I didn't pay any attention to it!
Otherwise, how could these one hundred thousand meritorious soldiers die because of him!
"Tang Hanzhong, it's been a year, do you know how I, Liu Chen, got here this year?
I, Liu Chen, have a great destiny and did not die, so I am back!
The general election in half a year will be the time for us to resolve all these grievances!
If I don’t kill you with my own hands, I will be ashamed of these 100,000 meritorious soldiers!”
Liu Chen looked at the hundreds of thousands of tombstones all over the mountains and plains in front of him, feeling extremely sad in his heart.
A year ago, he led these 100,000 elites and returned with a great victory. Unexpectedly, as soon as he returned to the border, he was bombed by countless high-end bombs.
If it weren't for his superb martial arts skills and his desperate escape with Xu Jing and Li Qilang at the critical moment, the three of them would now be buried underground like these 100,000 meritorious soldiers.
But even so, in order to protect Xu Jing and Li Qilang, he was seriously injured and directly disfigured.
Even though he had great medical skills, after suffering such a serious injury, he could not heal his internal injuries for a while.
And the scars on his face have not been completely repaired.
So at this time, he was wearing a pair of leather goods, which was completely different from his previous appearance.
At this moment, the veins on the back of his hand holding the umbrella swelled!
"Hello, are you Liu Chen's friend?"
At this moment, two women, an older one and a younger one, walked next to them. The older one held an umbrella for the little girl in one hand and carried a basket in the other hand. There were flowers in the basket and some other offerings.
Hearing this voice, Liu Chen suddenly turned around and looked at the woman in front of him, feeling a little overwhelmed.
The visitors were none other than Lin Xi and An An.
Liu Chen seemed to hold An An in his arms, and then gave Lin Xi an affectionate hug...
