In early June, Zhou Yida, Lin Baoshan and Lu Ling joined forces and fought with the Red Jin army twice on the outer grassland. Seeing the army approaching, Zhenmuthir retreated without fighting, led the remaining troops to flee overnight and had already fled to the border area thousands of miles away.

The Northwest Army captured more than 3,000 leaders of an important tribe of the Red Jin tribe, family members, children, and tribe members, while more than 10,000 other ordinary captured soldiers. The Red Jin tribe deserters in the Tarim area were completely wiped out by the army led by Geng Ke and Zhang Yuan.

In the camp that was about to be retracted, the soldiers counted a large amount of spoils and were all happy.

Lin Baoshan, Zhou Yida, Lu Ling and others were reporting the situation. While Jun Yu was thinking, he suddenly heard a noise from afar. She listened carefully, and it seemed to be laughing loudly and cheering. Somehow, the laughter sounded a little creepy.

Jun Yu and everyone walked out together.

A mile away, thousands of soldiers were surrounding a large pit, shooting arrows and filling soil. Jun Yu walked closer and suddenly saw a boy struggling in the soil, with an arrow inserted on his neck. Then, another arrow shot quickly. Jun Yu flew to catch the arrow...

It seemed that a stream of passion rushed over his head and was about to explode. Jun Yu sternly said, "What are you doing?"

The soldiers who had already fallen into madness suddenly calmed down. Jun Yu's eyes flashed across the faces that had been completely distorted by the war, and a huge sense of fear and disgust suddenly surged in his heart.

The headed military supervisor smiled and said, "We are going to kill all these more than 3,000 important prisoners. The remaining group is too lazy to escort them, so let's solve them on the spot..."

"Who allowed you to do this?"

The military supervisor was stunned for a moment. As an important member of the Qin sect, he had never been so harsh. Moreover, the responsibility of the military supervisor in this dynasty to resolve post-war affairs such as prisoners of war was the responsibility of the military supervisor in this dynasty. He couldn't stand it: "The Red Jin army is very cruel. Every time he captures a city in recent years, he will massacre the whole city whenever he resists it. All the people of our dynasty hate it. Isn't it just right to kill these three thousand prisoners on the spot? "

"The hundreds of important figures of the Red Jin clan should be handed over to the court for payment. However, among these more than 3,000 people, there are more than 1,000 women and children. How can the elderly and weak kill them on the spot?"

The military supervisor smiled and said, "The Marshal's words are wrong. If you kill the grass, you must get rid of the roots. Who said they are from the Red Jin tribe? I am afraid that the wind will blow and reborn again, so I will release the tiger back to the mountain. In order to boost the people and the morale of the army, I am still going to kill all those more than 10,000 people."

Jun Yu said coldly: "No matter who they are, the morale of the army and the people are not so encouraging. The military supervisor does not need to say much. I have my own opinions."

The military supervisor hit the boss with a nail and smiled coldly: "I have the right to exercise my own power..."

"I can't be so inhumane no matter what power you have."

The soldiers saw them win every battle for the first time, and the gentle commander showed such anger. The military supervisor wanted to argue, but opened his mouth but immediately fell silent.

"Immediately count the remaining prisoners. Except for the important leaders and professional soldiers, the other women, children, elderly and weak, and civilians will be released immediately. General Zhou and Lu Ling are personally responsible for this matter. No one is allowed to intervene..." She glanced at the military supervisor's face and looked over the generals like a blade: "No one can intercept, pursue the released prisoners. If there is any violation, it will still be like this..." She let go of her hand, and with a "bang", the arrow broke into two pieces and threw it on the ground.

The military supervisor snorted coldly and walked away in disappointment.

It was already late June when the army returned to Xining Prefecture.

The next evening, Xia Ao suddenly reported a visit.

Jun Yu greeted him, but saw Xia Ao dragging the iron rod and giving a deep gift: "At Chiba's order, come and invite Marshal Jun to participate in the 'Snowland Festival' of our temple."

Jun Yu received a special invitation like the Holy Palace. The "Snowland Festival" in early July is one of the most important festivals in the Holy Palace. Unlike those purely religious festivals, the "Snowland Festival" is not limited to religious activities, but also songs, dances and drama performances of major folk groups, and allows ordinary people to visit the park. Therefore, to a certain extent, the "Snowland Festival" is more lively than their New Year.

Seeing Jun Yu agree happily, Xia Ao happily dragged the iron rod and said goodbye first.

Jun Yu calculated the time and was nine days away from the "Snowland Festival", so he ordered Lin Baoshan, Zhou Yida, Lu Ling and others about the matters in the general. The next day, he left alone.

Walking slowly along the way, Jun Yu calmed down for the first time and admired the beautiful scenery of this extremely mysterious land. Four days later, she came to the valley facing south and north at the foot of Mount Nangabawa.

At this time, it was midsummer. Looking around, the familiar wooden house in the valley was no longer covered with snow. There were lush bushes of low shrubs around. On the large open space outside the wooden house, some grass had begun to wither, while others were still green. Various wild flowers were mixed in between, and the fruits of thorns emitted a wave of inexplicable fragrance.

A melodious sound of piano echoed among the blue sky and white clouds.

At that time, the sun was setting in the sky, and on the grass in front of the wooden house, the person playing the piano was dressed like snow, and was handsome and handsome.

After the song ended, Jun Yu slowly walked over.

The man who played the piano raised his head, looked at the smiling boy approaching, and whispered: "Jun Yu, I know you will come."

Jun Yu nodded and sat down beside him: "Tuosang, you've been waiting for a long time."

Takusan's eyebrows and eyes were filled with joy. From afar, two birds flew up from the bushes and flew into the sky.

The crescent moon slowly climbs above the head. The snow-capped mountains in the distance emit a cold light, while the midsummer night breeze on this green grassy grass is extremely cool.

Jun Yu gently stroked the strings of the piano and played a very ancient song. The soft melody came from the quietness of the valley, extremely pure.

Takusan lay on the grass, looking at the sky above his head, and sang a song:

That month

I turn all the warp drums

Not for the relief

Just to touch your fingertips

That year

I kowtowed and crawled on the mountain road

Not for the meeting

Just to keep your warmth

That life

I'll turn the mountains, waters and pagodas

Don't cultivate the next life

Just to meet you on the way

White cranes in the sky

Please lend me your wings

I won't fly far away

Just come back here

But, that night, I forgot everything,

Abandoning faith and abandoning reincarnation,

Just for the rose that once cried before the Buddha,

Have lost the luster of the past

……………………………………

In the song, the two of them smiled silently at the meeting of their eyes, and the song echoing in the valley was the rose that bloomed one after another on such a quiet night.

The thin crescent moon slowly sank, and the echoes of singing gradually dissipated in the valley.

Tuosan gently grabbed the warm hand beside him, like a dream that he would wake up when he opened his eyes. During such a quiet moment, he also felt an uncontrollable sorrow in his heart.

"Jun Yu."

"Um."

Jun Yu quietly looked at the mysterious sky above his head, which was completely different from the outside world, and responded softly.

"Jun Yu."

"Yeah. I'm here."

"Jun Yu." The clasped hand was so hard: "I hope, I'm not a 'Bokedo'."

"I also hate war and battlefield. In the past, every battle, I would have a sense of accomplishment. But now I hate this bloody killing. Especially, the inhumane you kill me, I will kill you."

"Jun Yu." Tuosan's voice was as urgent as his tight hand: "If we were not in this place, if we were not us..."

Jun Yu stared at these eager gazes, staring at the flash of sadness: "But we have always been here. We are still ourselves."

"Yes, we are still ourselves."

Tuosan's eyes were a little sensational, and what he held tightly was not a hand, but a dream.

"Jun Yu, do you believe in miracles?"

"No." Jun Yu smiled and looked at the slowly dimming eyes, and suddenly shook the hand that had become a little cold in his palm: "But, after I met you, I already believed a little, and I believe in working harder."

The power from the soft fingertips was so warm that Takusan's originally dim eyes suddenly shone with joy: "Jun Yu, I believe it too."

Time runs like water, and day and night change in an instant, and the scenery of Nangabawa is still as strong as it cannot be melted.

Tuosan ran over with a large handful of flowers he collected with a smile: "Jun Yu."

Jun Yu took the flower and looked at the smile on Tuosan's face. Suddenly, he had an idea and found that everything under the sun was even more unpredictable than the hazy real world in the night.

She said, "It's time for you to go on the road."

Takusan's hand froze: "Yes, it's time for me to go on the road."

Jun Yu smiled: "See you in the 'Snowland Festival'."

Takusan nodded, and seemed to feel relieved: "Okay, see you in the 'Snowland Festival'."
Chapter completed!