One year and three months ago, my father led his troops into battle and were trapped in the Chiyue Canyon. All the generals in the army were spared, and they all died in the canyon:
Be good, Xiaobai, daddy will be back soon.
In more than ten years, Liu Shaobai heard this thousands of times, but the last time
Liu Yunchen never came back.
The only thing Qi Baimeng brought back from the battlefield was the cold tablet with the three words Liu Yunchen written on it.
The man who always liked to hold Liu Shaobai high and whose smile was brighter than the sun never appeared again.
Liu Shaobai's voice didn't have the slightest fluctuation, as if he was calmly narrating a story.
But every word she spoke brought everyone present back to that day of national mourning more than a year ago.
Half a million troops died tragically, and nearly a hundred generals were buried in horse leather.
None of the generals under Chi Yanhou survived, and they fought until the last moment.
The body of General Liu Yunchen was never recovered. Only the spear that had accompanied him through countless battles was left on the battlefield. It was chopped into two pieces and placed on the battlefield.
On that day, the entire state was in mourning.
How many people who lost their loved ones cried to death on the streets.
Qi Baimeng was seriously injured and fell into a coma, but she still held the broken spear in two parts and the tablet with her husband's name written on it in her hands.
The army under the command of Chi Yanhou is the backbone of Dazhou.
It is also the military soul of Dazhou.
The people present lowered their heads, their eyes slightly red.
Many of their relatives also died in that battle.
Liu Shaobai's voice did not fluctuate at all. Her eyes passed over the memorial tablets of the dead heroes present, and finally landed on the emperor.
Do you still remember?
That was an accident, Shao Bai. I am also very heartbroken about the death of your father and the generals. The emperor's lips trembled slightly, and his chest rose and fell rapidly, revealing the uneasiness in his heart at this moment.
Accident? Liu Shaobai narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the emperor who was pretending to be sad.
Lu Buyao on the side also endured the pain in his heart and said in a hoarse voice: Shao Bai, no one wants your father's death. He died for Dazhou and for the country he protected his whole life. You
