The soldier looked at Chu Yue in astonishment. After a period of silence, he excitedly threw away the paper money in his hand, stood up excitedly, wiped his tears and shouted: "Dang! I will be a general's soldier for the rest of my life, and my subordinates will be the general's men for the rest of their lives!"
"
The other soldiers all burst into cheers:
"Great! The general is not dead! The general defeated the demonic flames!"
"I'm just talking about General Jiren Tianxiang, how could the God of War of Mu Mansion die here."
"General, we are all your soldiers. We are bound to follow you for the rest of our lives. We will not let you go unless you fight or scold us!"
"..."
Behind the soldiers, the warriors, swordsmen, and the common people all changed their dejection and became excited.
The young people were so happy that they danced and cheered every word, saying that they were General Wuling's men.
"Great, great!"
The old man was so excited that tears burst into his eyes, he clasped his hands together and thanked his ancestors in a low voice.
The middle-aged swordsman looked at General Wu Ling in shock as he walked out of the golden light of the magma, and muttered to himself in a daze: "It turns out that there really are gods and Buddhas."
Perhaps God took pity on him, General Wuling, who sacrificed his life for righteousness and faced many disasters, so he was reluctant to accept this life.
The little girl suddenly raised her head and opened her eyes wide. There was a burning fire in the depths of her eyes, as if she had found her faith in this life.
She.
When I grow up, I want to be a general!
...
At the flat end of the ancient road, a pair of golden combat boots fell steadily.
The golden armor and cloak on Chu Yue gradually disappeared and returned to Shennong's space, leaving only the red dress that lifted up without the wind.
"General...general..."
Wan Zhan's Adam's apple rolled, he swallowed hard, and looked at the living person in front of him in disbelief. It was unimaginable that Chu Yue could survive being devoured by such magma and appear on the ancient road in the southern suburbs intact.
All this is simply incredible.
Chu Yue stretched out her hand and patted Wan Zheng's shoulder solemnly: "The people who died in the magma this time are all heroes. We should record all their names and write them into a "Heroes Book" so that the descendants of Nanjiao will always remember them.
Keep in mind the sacrifices of the heroes. In addition, post-disaster reconstruction, treatment of the injured, and settlement of the heroes' families must be handled in every detail. Remember not to leave anyone behind."
Wan Zheng stared at her blankly.
Having just survived the magma, he worked non-stop on post-disaster reconstruction without any rest.
she......
Don’t you know what it means to be tired?
"yes!"
Wan Zheng's voice was hoarse, and his right palm was pressed against his left chest.
"Those who died in the magma don't even have ashes, but they should return to their hometowns, otherwise they will be bullied when they go to Jiuyou. Once the post-disaster reconstruction is completed, we will immediately start building a hero's grave on the ancient road in the southern suburbs to let the warriors we lost
We can have a family."
Chu Yue's words made everyone's mood change from happy to heavy.
Yes, although they defeated the magma, there were still so many heroes who died in the magma.
They don't even have ashes, and even laying them to rest is a luxury.
"Everyone in the southern suburbs."
Chu Yue took dozens of steps back in an instant, facing Wan Zheng and others, clasping her hands into fists, and slightly nodding: "I'm sorry, I couldn't protect them."
She should say sorry.
It's just because of this natural disaster that it happened because of her.
She will never forget the way Mr. Wei, Deputy General Luo and these people looked at death and the way they looked at her before being swallowed by the lava!!
They died for her.
She should fight for the south suburbs!
"General, you have done a great job. Without you, everyone in the three cities in the southern suburbs would have died in this disaster." The old man shouted at the top of his voice. When he spoke, his throat broke and he choked and coughed.
Non-stop.
"General Wuling!"
The middle-aged swordsman took a step forward, his eyes stern and firm: "Although we are the people of Beizhou, born and raised here, we were abandoned by the Military Aircraft Department before the crisis came. From now on, I don't care about anything else.
Man, I don’t obey the orders of the Beizhou royal family, I don’t look at the faces of the four major families, and I don’t care about the official authority of the Military Aircraft Department. I, Li Changshan, will follow General Wuling for the rest of my life!”
As soon as these words came out, the others said without hesitation: "We will only obey the general's orders for the rest of our lives."
Chu Yue's red eyes looked deeply at this group of people.
at last.
She lowered her eyelashes slightly, raised her hand and placed it on the left side of her chest, and said warmly: "Ye is willing to guard the southern suburbs forever."
Wan Zhan and other soldiers who came from the imperial capital's military plane looked at this scene in shock.
They had never seen any general in the military aircraft department be followed so wholeheartedly by the warriors.
Wan Zheng suddenly understood why Nangong Xiong was so alert that he poisoned Ye Chuyue by any means necessary.
Just because General Wu Ling is still alive in the world, the four major families will face disintegration, and Beizhou will no longer be dominated by them alone!