The night is solemn, with countless stars shining brightly in the sky, reflecting the sky.

The huge bright full moon hung quietly in the sky, casting a layer of white light over the battlefield.

On a high slope on the side of Bataan City, a man and a woman were sitting close to each other.

Nestling on his shoulder, Liu Fengshuang was quietly listening to Zi Chuanxiu's words, her clear eyes glowing with the brilliance of conversation. She lowered her head quietly, listening to Zi Chuanxiu's words, her expression unmoving. She raised her head from time to time.

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, quietly looking at his side face, the clear contours, the thin, tired face, and the two wrinkles on his forehead. This made Liu Fengshuang feel that there was a kind of vicissitudes that had broken into the life of his sweetheart, and from then on

Unable to leave.

Before they met, she had a lot of things to say to him in person, but for some reason, when she really saw him and breathed in his warm body breath, she suddenly felt that this was enough.

Most of the time, Zi Chuanxiu just talks about what happened when we parted, the past sufferings, the future days, the wind, frost, rain and snow in the turbulent years. Like many words, outsiders may seem boring, but he never tires of it.

They talked and talked over and over, and Liu Fengshuang listened with a smile, showing no impatience at all. But more often than not, the two of them just cuddled up silently, silent, letting the evening breeze pass by quietly, blowing the fabric of the cloak.

Long pendulum.

"Is it cold?"

Liu Fengshuang shook his head with a smile, and Zichuanxiu took off the dark blue general's coat and put it on Liu Fengshuang's shoulders. She tightly wrapped the coat that carried his body breath and warmth, and smiled at the corner of her mouth: "This is very good."

Like the big hands of a sweetheart hugging me tightly!

Thinking of this idea, she lowered her head shyly, but heard Zi Chuanxiu say softly: "The day after tomorrow, we will start."

Liu Fengshuang was shocked and whispered: "So much? Are you going to fight again?"

Guessing Liu Fengshuang's thoughts, Zi Chuanxiu comforted her and said: "Don't worry, there will no longer be such a hard battle as Badain, the demon clan is no longer a thing."

"Who is the target this time?"

"Prince Caton. As long as he is defeated, the war will be over."

"Are you so confident? It is said that Caton commands an army of 300,000 people. It may not be less than the Demon God Emperor's army. Especially now, the Far Eastern Army and the Southeast Army have suffered heavy casualties in order to eliminate the Demon God Emperor."

"It's no longer 781, and humanity has occupied a strategic advantage. Although our army suffered heavy casualties, our reinforcements came quickly. The supply road to the rear has been opened, and reinforcements from the imperial capital will continue to arrive.

, whether in terms of military strength or technical equipment, we are no less than a laggard.

level, not to mention that the Bataan battle not only destroyed the main army of the demons, but also destroyed the confidence of the demons - in fact, I don't really believe that a second battle will happen. As long as Caton's intelligence is normal and he sees the demons

If the emperor falls, he should immediately put his tail between his legs and run away. It is not very difficult to regain the country."

"Then what?"

"Then?" The 24-year-old young general smiled confidently: "In order to pursue the enemy, I will not be afraid of the ends of the earth. I will plow up the wolf's den, sweep the sea of ​​blood with my sword, level the Demon Castle, eradicate the remnants of war, and serve for mankind for thousands of years.

Revenge for suffering is the mission that history has entrusted to contemporary soldiers."

Watching Zi Chuanxiu silently, the heroic young soldier showed firm confidence. The man who focused on his career had an inexplicable charm. Liu Fengshuang was fascinated by it. She asked softly: "What happens next?"

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Looking at her silently, Zichuan Xiu said warmly: "Then, I will marry you and go home."

Liu Fengshuang nodded lightly and threw herself into Zichuan Xiu's arms. Neither of them spoke. On the battlefield where broken spears were everywhere after the fierce fighting, a pair of lovers sat cuddling each other on a high hillside.

.The bright full moon rose behind them.

War is a cruel competition. The winner can sing loudly, but the loser can only retire sadly - provided they can save one life. Compared with the nearly 400,000 colleagues who died on the battlefield, they can be sad.

The defeated demon clan soldiers who retreated were relatively lucky.

In the final stage of the Battle of Bataan, Yun Qianxue followed the defeated troops of the Third Army to break out of the encirclement. Unlike Prince Kallan who broke out to the southeast, the Third Army chose to break through the Far East front frontally and break out of the encirclement.

It was a brutal and bloody battle. The Far Eastern Army pursued them like wolves and dogs all night long. By daybreak, less than half of the 30,000 officers and soldiers who broke out remained. The remaining demon soldiers fled to the edge of Yedan City, although this place has been occupied by humans.

, but there were no large human troops stationed there. Faced with the massive defeat of the demonic troops, the residents and guards in the city wisely chose to close the city gates and not provoke these defeated beasts.

Yun Qianxue was woken up by the sharp cold wind in the morning. When he woke up, he felt that his body ached badly, he had a splitting headache, his throat was so thirsty that it felt like a fire was burning, and his eyelids were as heavy as

It weighed several thousand kilograms of shot put.

He groaned in pain: "Water!"

In a daze, someone put an iron kettle to his mouth. Smelling the water, he greedily grabbed the spout with trembling hands and swallowed the water in big gulps. But he only drank the first sip.

Halfway through, he spit it out: the water in the pot was smelly and fishy, ​​with an unpleasant smell of earth and blood.

Someone whispered in his ear: "Sir, get over it, there is really no place to find water."

Yun Qianxue understood in her heart that she swallowed another mouthful of water while suppressing her nausea, but could no longer take a third sip. He lay down weakly and felt as if he was on a boat shaking with a group of people, so he knew that he was being

The man was carried forward on a stretcher, and in the rhythmic shaking, he fell into a trance, half awake and half unconscious.

When Yun Qianxue woke up for the second time, it was already the afternoon of that day. Looking out from the side of the stretcher, the brown road under the stretcher slid endlessly, and among the bare groves dyed with the color of early winter, finally

A few remaining leaves are

Circling and flying. The cold wind kept blowing from the road ahead, bringing with it the biting chill of early winter. The rising sun fell on the fields, and a large forest in the distance appeared under the dazzling blue sky of early winter. A large group of demon soldiers marched in scattered directions.

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Lying on the stretcher, looking greedily at the scenery in front of her, Yun Qianxue fell into inexplicable confusion for a moment.

Where is this?

Why am I here?

Who am I?

After being in a daze for a while, he finally found the facts from his memory: I am the prince consort Yun Qianxue of the kingdom. How did I get injured? I really can’t remember. I only remember the chaos in the darkness, the light of fire, the shadow of swords, and the screams.

How he was injured and fell into coma, and how he was carried forward on a stretcher, those events have been completely lost in his memory.

He raised his hands in the stretcher and shouted: "Stop!"

Someone quickly ran towards him and approached him: "Master Yulin, are you awake?"

"You are..." Looking at the familiar demon officer in front of her, Yun Qianxue couldn't remember his name.

The officer introduced himself: "Your Majesty, Sumu, is the captain of the guard of Her Royal Highness Princess Cardan."

"I remember you." Yun Qianxue remembered it and asked: "Is Her Royal Highness the Princess with us? How did I end up with you?"

"Sir, the breakout last night was very chaotic, and we were separated from Her Royal Highness. We turned back to look for her, but could not find her again, but found you on the side of the road. You were injured and unconscious at the time.

We took it upon ourselves to get a stretcher and carry you away. Sir, are you feeling better?"

Looking at Captain Su Mu's uneasy expression, he looked worried. Looking at the panicked expressions of the demon soldiers around him, Yun Qianxue understood what they were thinking. According to the kingdom's military law, the royal guards left the objects of their protection and escaped alone.

, that was a serious crime, and the penalty was to be quartered. The guards lost Cardan, and they were probably afraid of military punishment and wanted to save themselves so that they could atone for their sins.

"Understood."

Yun Qianxue said calmly. In his heart, he was angry that Su Mu and others failed to protect Kadan, but he knew that on this chaotic escape route, this guard was the only guarantee for his life.

If you can't comfort them, you can never hope to return home safely.

"Captain Sumu, no one can do anything about the chaotic situation last night. If you can't protect Princess Cardan, that's God's will. Don't worry, as long as I can go back alive, I will bear all the trouble for you in the future.

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Hearing what Yun Qianxue said, the demon soldiers surrounding him showed relaxed expressions of relief. Su Mu even laughed: "Thank you, sir. Rest, sir. We will definitely protect you and get you back safely."

Yun Qianxue nodded, but he didn't have the energy to ask where Su Mu meant by "going back".

A day ago, the answer to go back was very clear: [Wuai Literature Network] "Return to His Majesty."

But now, His Majesty is dead, and so is his wife, Princess Cardan.

"Your Majesty is dead..."

Yun Qianxue fell into extreme fear and confusion. No matter how much he thought, he could not accept this fact, just like he could not accept the loss of the sun in the sky. In a daze, tears wet Yun Qianxue's clothes, and he truly felt the pain:

The Demon Kingdom no longer exists

, everything he owns, his noble status, power, beautiful wife, everything he has been familiar with since he was a child, no longer exists at this moment. That feeling is like the sky is falling apart, the reliable earth under his feet is shattered inch by inch, and the whole person is floating in the air.

In the air, do not touch the ground.

I don't know how long it took for Yun Qianxue to think about it wildly before Yun Qianxue thought of her mission: His Majesty gave him the instructions on his deathbed, handing the imperial flag to His Highness the Prince, assisting the new monarch to ascend the throne, and revitalizing the country's destiny - this is what His Majesty entrusted to him.

What a fate!

Thinking of Prince Kalan, Yun Qianxue felt like a drowning person had grasped a straw, and she cheered up. Although the prince had many shortcomings, and the two had a fierce conflict not long ago, but now, he has become

This is Yun Qianxue's only hope.

By the afternoon, Yun Qianxue had woken up and was lying on the shaking stretcher, thinking about her future.

When they parted, Prince Kalan told her to meet up at Talun City. Yun Qianxue had already made up her mind: "I'm going to meet up with Prince Kalan, that's for sure. But before meeting up with the prince, it's best to gather some troops.

Otherwise, I will have to go to Talon City empty-handed as a bachelor commander, and I will be laughed at by that bad guy Karan!"

Yun Qianxue found Captain Sumu and asked him about the team's situation.

Sumu reported that the princess's guard originally had close members, but most of the soldiers were separated in the chaos, and now there are only 153 soldiers gathered around.

"Where are those people?" Yun Qianxue pointed to the large group of demon soldiers advancing with them: "Who are they? Who is their commander?"
To be continued...