Conspiracy

Chapter 57

The battle between the Luoqi Dynasty and Xiliang lasted for seven years. During this period, the soldiers practiced every day, throwing their heads and blood on the battlefield.Patrol closely at night, beware of enemy raids, in order to return to the court with a big victory as soon as possible, and also to go home to meet his wife, children and relatives.

The border battlefield was full of corpses and broken limbs, the ground was completely stained red with blood, and many soldiers were still cleaning up the battlefield.

Suddenly, it seems that you can look back and see the red land thousands of miles away in the wind and sand all over the sky.Armed with spears or broadswords, the soldiers fought desperately with the enemy.In the rear, golden drums blared, horns blared, and flags with the word "Xiao" hung high, fluttering in the wind, rustling.

The hooves of the horses were rolling, the shouts, the clash of weapons, and the howling and howling were still in my ears.In the flash of light and flint, the shadow of sword and sword, a life will disappear in the world.After thrilling fierce battles, the soldiers wielded their weapons and their eyes were red, and their minds were completely filled with the words "defending the family and the country".

They left their hometowns and went to the battlefield with enthusiasm.Even in the face of desperation, he still sticks to his position without flinching, and fights to the last moment with all his strength, never letting his home country be trampled upon by the enemy's invasion.

The sun was setting, the sky was dyed red by the sunset glow, and the strong smell of blood in the air lingered for a long time.Xiao Mohan stood on the edge of the city wall with his hands behind his back, looking at the corpses strewn all over the field in the distance, his eyes couldn't help getting wet.

The young man made a wish in the sky, with great ambition to overcome all difficulties.The Mercedes-Benz battlefield is separated by yin and yang, and the sword is like a dream shining on the cool moon.On the battlefield of gold and iron horses, the soldiers who died in battle have not been returned.The young children, wives and mothers cried in tears that they would never return each other in this life.

The night was surprisingly good tonight, the soldiers had won the battle, Xiao Mohan specially arranged a celebration banquet for the soldiers and civilians to have fun.They quarreled around the bonfire, drank and punched, and drank pots of soju, and their emotions became more and more high.

Although Xiliang is not as rich and powerful as Luo Qi, it is not bad. It can be seen from the seven-year war that their strength should not be underestimated.In this era of raging wars, no one wants to lose the wind, and they all want to command the heroes and compete in the Central Plains.

This time Xiliang was defeated and signed a defeat treaty, promising to bow down to Luo Qi as a minister and pay tribute every year.

Xiao Mohan's sword eyebrows were drawn into his temples, his eyes were like the scorching sun, and his figure was as tall and straight as a pine tree.

He sat in the upper position, poured himself a glass of wine, stood up and shouted at the soldiers.

"Brothers, although this battle was very difficult, we still won! You are Luo Qierlang, the hero and pride of our dynasty! You are the patron saint of the hearts of the people! This is the victory and victory we have worked hard for. The world, stay until tomorrow, and then we will return to the court and complete the agreement before we set off." His tone paused, a little heavy, "Do your best to survive and go home together!"

"Go home! Go home! Go home!!!"

When it comes to returning to the court, all the soldiers are passionate, more exciting than fighting the enemy. Everyone has excited smiles on their faces, but their voices are hard to hide.

Wearing a hard silver armor, Xiao Chuhong sat quietly aside with clear eyes.Having experienced fighting on the battlefield, his eyes seemed to have been weather-beaten, and although he tried his best to restrain his killing intent, it poured out again inadvertently.

A thick callus had grown on the tiger's mouth of the right hand that raised the cup, and it healed again after it was worn out and bled, and it was repeated again and again, forming the current appearance.

Xiao Chuhong didn't seem to like to talk too much, and he would only talk endlessly when discussing military affairs. In fact, he got along very well with many soldiers in private.However, in the face of business, if someone makes a mistake, they will be dealt with absolutely by military law without mercy.

"Yue'er, why are you sitting here alone, not with everyone?"

Xiao Chuhong's mother, Lu Jingshu, did not know martial arts. She came to the border with Xiao Mohan back then, and after a few years, her smooth and fair skin has become much rougher now.After all, there is often wind and sand here, and the water and soil do not support people, so how could it be better.

"Mother, why are you here?" Xiao Chuhong's eyes softened for a moment, and he moved his position to let Lu Jingshu sit down, "Drinking alcohol hurts your body, and it's the same for children watching."

She smiled and raised her head to look at Xiao Mohan who was majestic in the high position, but could not hide the pain in his eyes.

"Your father should be very sad now, if I don't come, who can relieve his pain?"

(End of this chapter)