Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Upon hearing this, the others all looked towards the light screen.

In the footage, the small campsite atop Eagle's Sorrow Cliff is being dismantled.

But instead of packing their bags, they were tearing things apart.

A group of unshaven veterans, expressionless, tore their tents, which they relied on for shelter from the wind and rain, into strips of white cloth about half an arm's length wide.

The mountain wind howled, making the strips of cloth flutter loudly.

They wrapped white cloth around their rusty arm guards, round and round.

Zhang Laosi has finished recounting everything that happened in Wolongpo, albeit in fits and starts.

He had already fainted and was carried to the side by several veterans.

Chu Mengyao stood on the edge of the cliff, her eyes, red and swollen from crying but unable to shed a single tear, staring blankly in the direction of Wolongpo.

She picked up the cleanest white cloth, trembling, and tied it to her forehead.

Dressed in plain white silk, her long hair was blown by the wind, and her haggard face was as beautiful as a faded portrait.

There was no sound at the top of the cliff.

There were no cries, no curses, only a silence that could crush a person to death.

An old soldier squatted on the ground, repeatedly wiping his sword with a tattered cloth, his hands trembling like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

The other one stood upright, gazing into the distance, like a weathered stone statue.

Meng Hu dug two holes with his own hands and carefully placed the two heads wrapped in blood-stained clothes into them.

There was no tombstone, not even a coffin.

The guardian of the North, in his final resting place, is two handfuls of cold yellow earth.

Meng Hu unscrewed a wine jar and poured all the murky wine in front of the grave.

The liquor seeped into the soil, making a "sizzling" sound.

"Old General, Tiankuo, brothers..."

Meng Hu's voice was hoarse, like two stones rubbing together.

"Plenty of alcohol, drink as much as you want."

"Once you get down there, don't fucking work for those sons of bitches anymore..."

"We... owe the Great Xia nothing anymore!!"

Meng Hu slammed the wine jar to the ground, sending shards of broken pottery flying everywhere.

"Thump!"

He knelt heavily on both knees, his forehead slamming against the soil in front of the grave with a dull thud.

"Splash! Splash! Splash!"

Behind him, three thousand veterans with white cloth wrapped around their arms knelt down in unison.

Three thousand kowtows, performed in perfect unison, seemed to be trying to crack the Eagle's Sorrow Cliff.

"Yuwen Biao!"

Meng Hu slowly raised his forehead, which was covered in mud and bloodstains, and squeezed out the name through gritted teeth.

"I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations!!"

He suddenly stood up, turned to the three thousand mournful soldiers behind him, and roared with all his might.

"Brothers! The flag of the Mountain-Shaking Army may have fallen, but its spirit shall not be scattered!"

"Come with me! To Zhenbei City!!"

"Let's use our three thousand worthless lives to go to that damned den of dragons and tigers, and exchange them for Yuwen Biao's dog head!!"

"Change!!"

The roar of three thousand people merged into one, shaking the heavens.

They began packing their bags, their movements swift and silent.

This isn't going to war; it's going to die.

Meng Hu walked up to Chu Mengyao, and for the first time, this towering man's voice carried a hint of pleading.

"Yao'er, you stay."

"This is a matter for us old folks. You're still young, you have to live..."

Chu Mengyao did not answer, but simply raised her head and looked at him quietly.

There was no sadness, no fear, in those eyes that had been dried from crying.

There was nothing there, only a deathly silence and emptiness.

With just one glance, Meng Hu met Chu Mengyao's gaze and was defeated.

He slumped his shoulders in dejection, the rest of his words of advice stuck in his throat.

"Why……"

In the end, it all turned into a heavy sigh.

He got it.

Father died, elder brother died, and 30,000 comrades-in-arms were reduced to ashes overnight.

My home is gone.

The country has also failed them.

She had no more attachment to this world.

Living requires more courage than dying.

She didn't have the courage...

Soon, the three thousand white-armored soldiers were ready.

Led by Meng Hu, they moved like a white torrent, descending the steep mountain path towards the cliff.

Their target is Zhenbei City.

The place they were going to was the Yellow Springs.

……

Iron Wall Pass, Lin Mansion.

Looking at those resolute figures in the picture, Lin Mo felt his throat go dry.

damn it.

This isn't right.

They were supposed to come and quell the rebellion, so how did it turn into a loyal minister going to his death?

This group of people, this group of the Mountain Shaking Army whom he regarded as his opponents, actually ended up like this.

What is this?

Dark humor?

Looking at the resolute expressions on the veterans' faces and at Chu Mengyao's frail back, Lin Mo felt inexplicably irritated.

He didn't like this feeling.

This is the feeling of watching a group of people who shouldn't be dying line up and walk to the slaughterhouse.

Just then, a cool hand grabbed his arm.

Lin Mo turned around and saw Qin Ruxue's face.

Qin Ruxue's hands were trembling slightly.

She pursed her lips tightly, her eyes reddening.

The Chu family's plight reminded her of the Qin family from back then.

Back then, the Qin family was also full of loyal martyrs, guarding the western frontier for generations.

In the end, however, he was framed by treacherous officials and accused of "treason".

The father died with resentment, and his remains were never found.

The male members of the family were also slaughtered.

If she hadn't already agreed to marry into the Lin family, she would probably be an unknown corpse by now.

"Save...they."

Qin Ruxue's voice trembled slightly, but it carried a resolute tone.

Lin Mo was taken aback.

save?

How can we save him?

He was now the most wanted criminal in the North, a "rebel" in their eyes.

Should we rush up and say, "Hey, I'm a traitor, I've come to save you?"

He probably would have been chopped in half on the spot.

This is no longer a technical issue; it's a matter of stance.

"I……"

Just as Lin Mo was about to explain the difficulty involved, Qin Ruxue gripped his hand even tighter.

"I don't want to... watch it again."

Lin Mo fell silent.

He knew about the Qin family's plight; Qin Ruxue had told him about it before.

Therefore, he could understand her feelings at that moment.

In this situation, Lin Mo was also indignant.

He really wanted to help these people.

But these people are only focused on going to their deaths, how can we persuade them?

Lin Mo stared at the light screen with annoyance.

The white torrent had already flowed down Eagle's Sorrow Cliff, leaving a long, tragic trail across the desolate Gobi Desert.

Their direction of travel was Zhenbei City.

Yuwen Biao is not in Zhenbei City now.

He is leading an army of 100,000 men towards his own doorstep.

Therefore, these people don't need to go to Zhenbei City; they will probably encounter Yuwen Biao's army on the way.

And then, unsurprisingly...

Their ultimate fate was to be completely crushed by Yuwen Biao's army.

Including Chu Mengyao, the last descendant of the Chu family and the most beautiful woman in the Northern Territory.

Her fate.

It will probably be even worse.

Lin Mo looked at the simple carriage on the light screen.

Sitting inside was Chu Mengyao.

The carriage was instinctively placed in the center of the column by the three thousand veterans.

All around him were fierce soldiers with white cloth wrapped around their arms.

They formed a mobile wall, protecting the carriage completely.

Seeing this, Lin Mo suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

A plan gradually took shape in his mind.

"Fine, I give up."

Lin Mo raised his hand and rubbed his temples helplessly.

"I'll give it a try."

After saying that, Lin Mo stood up and walked straight out of the study under the watchful eyes of the three women.