There are no soldiers visible outside the door. A bowl of vegetable porridge and pot cakes are quietly placed in front of the door.

He calmly put the peace charm in his arms, closed the door, and held the bowl in the dark, feeling nauseated and convulsing in pain.

But he has to eat. He has to fight tomorrow and he needs to be in the best condition.

Xie Xun's finger bones turned white. He suppressed the feeling of nausea and drank it directly. As soon as he took a sip, he paused and a tear dropped into the vegetable soup without any warning...

He tasted the smell of meat.

Xie Xun turned over the vegetable porridge with a spoon in disbelief, and found large pieces of meat at the bottom, which were cooked very soft!

The march was difficult, the army rations were empty, and meat was almost a luxury. They would not bear to eat it at all, but they cooked all the remaining meat for Xie Xun and secretly hid it at the bottom of the bowl.

"Bang——"

The spoon fell to the ground, and the sound was extremely clear in the dead silence.

He didn't cry when Meng Tangan jumped into the river, nor did he cry when General Pei died in battle.

It’s always an afterthought, and it hurts the most.

Silent and numb, pretending that nothing happened, and then whitewashing the peace, winning battles one after another, suffocating in the middle of the night.

All the suppressed and accumulated emotions finally burst out at this moment, like seeing large chunks of meat, and came overwhelming!

He was surrounded by heart-piercing grief, with no escape and no way out.

The rain pattered outside the window, and no one knew what was going on inside the house.

Xie Xun's hands were shaking violently, and his body was twitching uncontrollably, as if the sea water that night had covered his mouth and nose, suffocating him to the point that he couldn't breathe, and his hoarse shouts were suppressed in his throat and turned into silence.
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Hot tears fell into the vegetable porridge. The smell of meat was pungent and disgusting. Xie Xun wanted to spit out his lungs.

But he poured it all into his throat and tried his best to swallow it. He coughed so hard that he couldn't even spit out a mouthful.

Don't waste it...save your energy...we still have to fight, we have to fight.

This bowl of vegetable porridge was the most unpleasant meal Xie Xun had ever eaten in his life, but he swallowed it all.

He finished the meal crying.

The young man prides himself on his talent and his ability to take a broad view of the world and speak out boldly. He fights all over the world with arrogance and has never been defeated!

But he...

You can’t keep the one you want to love, and you can’t keep the one you want to protect!

He is a waste!!

Why is he so rubbish?

Why?!

Why? I can’t do anything well! Why!

Why wasn’t he the one who died!!

Why...

He used the most vicious words to attack himself, belittling him to the point of being useless, but he still couldn't get an answer.

This night.

The young man cried heartbrokenly, and then remembered it unforgettably.

It hurts to the point of cramping.

"Thank you, General. The lieutenants are waiting for you in the council hall, and we have to discuss the war strategy." The soldier raised his hand and knocked on the door, saying sadly.

"I know..." The voice coming from inside the house was hoarse, "I'll stay for a while and then go over."

"My condolences."

Just one month.

Xie Xun experienced life and death twice.

The person he loved most left him!

The most respected person died on the battlefield!

They said he could not fall. He was the commander-in-chief and the backbone of everyone.

If Xie Xun falls, no one will really be able to hold on.

There was no light at all in the house, a dead silence, and a vast expanse of darkness swallowing people up.

Xie Xun leaned against the wall tiredly. As soon as he closed his eyes, he could see the shocking scenes of blood and the vicissitudes of the soldiers' faces.

He was so tired that he could fall asleep in the next second. His chin hit the hilt of the sword, and he woke up in an instant. The long sword never left his hand, and his eyes were bright and flickering.

He gave himself a quarter of an hour.

A quarter of an hour later,

He stood up and held the sword, stiffly turned his wrist, his body was as straight as a mountain and his backbone was straight, his eyebrows were calm and determined, and he pushed open the door of the room.

The rain has been pouring down, and it has not stopped. There is no moon and no light tonight. Every soldier sticks to his post.

When you look up, you see dark clouds; when you look down, you see rain.

Step by step towards the distance.

He drowned in the river that night, and died of his heart on that rainy day.

Quietly.

No one knows.

In that only quarter of an hour, what did Xie Xun think about?

Later, General Xie fulfilled his promise, never suffered a defeat, and led the soldiers home!

He took three years to defeat Nanliang and expand his territory.

In the 140th year of Northern Yan, the world was unified.

At this point, General Xie became famous all over the world.

His sword energy spans thirty thousand miles, and the cold light of his sword fixes all nine states!

It should be noted that when I was young, I once promised to be the best in the world!

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"This is the peace charm that Master gave me."

Xie Xun did not return to Beijing for three years. The first thing he did when he returned to Beijing was to go to Pei's house and apologize.

It was midsummer in August.

He said a lot.

"Just keep it." Mrs. Pei looked at the Peace Talisman as if looking at her lover. She placed it in Xie Xun's hand with great care and stared at the person in front of her for a long time.

Time can change a person.

After three years of war, he is now calmer and more determined. The youthful spirit in his bones has not been wiped out, but will continue to do so until death.

"I've lost weight." She looked at it for a while, then touched Xie Xun's face distressedly, "Your master will feel distressed when he sees it."

"You..." Xie Xun lowered his eyelashes.

"Would you like to ask if I don't blame you?" Mrs. Pei smiled, with the calm and grace accumulated over the years, "Xie Xun, don't torture yourself with someone's death."

"Is it right that you have always blamed yourself? Are you still feeling guilty? You are not wrong. Your master died on the battlefield and turned into loess. He will not regret it."

"You are our hero and the pride of your master."

When Xie Xun left the house, he put the peace talisman in his arms and happened to meet Pei Yanzhi.

Under the eaves, they are facing each other.

"Let's have a drink together tonight."

"You won't come home until you're drunk."

The next day, Xie Xun entered the palace. Liang Xiuyun wanted to reward him, but he was refused.

"It's not necessary. It's good to be a general."

Xie Xun walked to this palace road again and looked at the palace wall in the distance.

"Master, this is a prosperous age..."

Looking at each other, there is a lot of blood, and death has never paid attention to Xun.

He came out of the palace and went back to Xu Beihou's Mansion.

"What?! You just returned to Beijing and you are leaving again!" Liu Zhu shouted, "Do you still have me as a mother in your heart? Are you going to die on the battlefield one day and leave me alone to live!"

Xie Xun was silent for a moment: "I'm used to waiting on the frontier, and the soldiers are still waiting for me."
To be continued...