"The Southern King has an order! The soldiers of the Southern Xinjiang are back!"

"The King of Southern convenes order, soldiers from all armies in southern Xinjiang should return to southern Xinjiang as soon as possible!"

"The Southern King Order, the army will return!"

A series of deafening sounds spread throughout the three southern states.

The three prefectures, provinces, counties, cities, counties, towns, villages, and soldiers who were discharged from southern Xinjiang had expressionless faces.

"Erwazi, the King of Nan asked you to go back, don't you go?"

"I only have a Southern King in my heart. What's Ding Yi? Don't listen or not."

"Idiot, it's King Nan who is back!"

"I believe you, you old man, the last time I passed Ding Yi's order."

"I have been a commander for forty years. I don't know who gave the order? This time it's our Nanwang back..."

"I still don't believe you."

"You turtle grandson..."

call out!

Suddenly, countless fireworks soared into the sky and exploded in the darkness.

In the three southern states, countless illusory light curtains appeared before everyone's eyes.

In the light curtain was Xu Yi wearing a red prince robe. He smiled, but still showed a sense of majesty.

"Soldiers, I am back. The journey is difficult, but I have never forgotten the direction of returning home!"

"The king of the country is held, the dragon is in turmoil, and the soldiers will drink ice for ten years, and it will be hard to have a bloody life. I will ask you to guard this great dragon with me in the palace of the Southern Xinjiang! The loyal soul in the southern Xinjiang is still fighting, and I am willing to dye the blue sky with blood! The elite soldiers of my southern Xinjiang, come back!"

Xu Yi was serious about the matter, clenched his fist with his right hand and bent down slowly.

The Southern King summons the order!

It's true!

At this moment, countless people stared at the illusory southern Xinjiang soldiers in the air, and their eyes were filled with excitement. The hairs all over their bodies stood up and their scalp became numb.

"My king is back!"

"Nanjiang is waiting for me!"

That night, a soldier knelt down to his white-haired parents, resolutely left his hometown and rushed to the southern Xinjiang war zone.

That night, a soldier kissed his simple wife and young children goodbye, carried his luggage, and stepped into the place where blood was boiling and soul-hungry.

That night, many southern Xinjiang soldiers who had just put on their work clothes, suits, and tied up their ties were put on armor!

Yizhou, Jingzhou, Jiaozhou.

Looking down from a high altitude, countless figures, like ants, gathered towards the southern Xinjiang war zone.

"All staff in the bus system, please return to your post as soon as possible. All buses will be closed tonight, and we will send our heroes back to southern Xinjiang!"

"Dear travelers and friends, each train will stop departing, and the number of trains to Blood City will be temporarily increased. Please forgive me for sending the hero back to southern Xinjiang!"

"Please note that all flights are about to arrive. Please strictly follow the dispatch of the console and avoid it in time!"

"Dear drivers and friends, the heroes guarding my Tianlong Southern Xinjiang are about to embark on the way to the Southern Xinjiang War Zone. Some heroes live more remotely. If it is convenient, I hope everyone can take the ride with the wind..."

Yizhou, important province, Bashan County.

On the Bashan Mountain, everyone was extremely excited.

"Here I'm back! He's really back!"

Wang Buren shouted: "Soldiers from Southern Xinjiang!"

"exist!"

Tens of thousands of people suddenly emerged.

They all belong to the Shadow Blade Army.

"You can go back to southern Xinjiang!"

The soldiers smiled happily.

"Mr. Master Zhou Mu, Governor Di, please send more defenders to Bashan to replace the vacancy of the warriors in the southern Xinjiang... Although the Emperor should not take into account the place now, he must be careful."

"no problem!"

A moment later, more than a hundred fighter jets were launched around Bashan, Yizhou, carrying these tens of thousands of Shadow Blade Army soldiers to the direction of the Southern Xinjiang War Zone.

...

The Southern Xinjiang Prince's Mansion.

The night wind blows.

Chen Zhuo and other generals from the north, Qiu Hentian and other generals from the West Yuan, looked at the scenes constantly coming back from media in the three southern states, and their eyes were red with jealousy.

"Xu Mutian's personal charm is truly unparalleled." Chen Zhuo sighed.

Chen Xiaojun smiled with his lips pursed.

"Shi Hou, do you think if we go back to Xiyuan and welcome us, is the enthusiasm and loyalty of the Xiyuan warriors, or the cold swords and weapons?" Qiu Hentian was a little confused.

Hou Yuanqin smiled bitterly.

He really can't say this.

Who knows what the situation is now?

"I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out..."

Qiu Hentian shook his head: "How did Xu Mutian do it?"

Crunch...

At this time, the door that was not closed was pushed open, and soldiers from southern Xinjiang came in with hot tea and pastries and food.

"Sir, please have a meal."

Qiu Hentian casually pulled a warrior from the southern border and said, "How are the King of Southern to you?"

"Report to the Western King, my king is of course very good to us."

"How is it a good method?" Qiu Hentian asked with a bright look.

The soldier smiled and said, "Strict training, clear rewards and punishments, and military pay is on time..."

He said a lot, and Qiu Hentian was even more puzzled: "I am also like this to treat my soldiers in Xiyuan. Why are they not as cohesive as the soldiers in southern Xinjiang?"

Soon, he suddenly realized and thought to himself: "Is it because of the years of bloody battle in southern Xinjiang? In this way, is this the king going back to Xiyuan to pull North and South Vietnam to fight?"

Qiu Hentian didn't give up and asked, "Is there any?"

The soldier grinned: "The King of Southern remembers my name."

Until these southern Xinjiang soldiers put down their food and retreated together, Qiu Hentian would not come back to his senses.

"King Chen Tian, ​​do you remember the name of each of your personal guards?" Qiu Hentian asked.

Chen Zhuo said: "Xi Wang, do you really think it's just because you remember your name? In addition to your different identities, Xu Mutian has already integrated himself into everyone. How long has it been since you saluted the warriors under your command? Only when you respect every warrior under your command will everyone respect you. At this point, I can't compare to it."

As he said that, he looked at Chen Xiaojun and couldn't help but smile: "In the northern border, I'm afraid even the name of a little girl is more useful than this king."

Qiu Hentian was speechless.

In the south tower of Zhen, the night wind whistles.

White clothes looked solemn.

Just as Qiansu was brought here by Hai Dongqing for the first time, Baiyi's heart was also shocked.

In this eighty-meter-high Zhennan Tower, there are densely packed with names of many people engraved from top to bottom.

Each name represents a dead soul that died in battle and an immortal hero.

"In order to protect this land, countless people have thrown blood. We are also afraid of death, and we are also afraid of seeing our relatives again. But behind us are nearly one billion people in the three southern states..."

"We don't look great and don't feel proud. What we want is to make our parents, children, and future generations live in this rich place."

"In this battle, the Suzaku Army sacrificed 93,000 people... Each of their names will be counted and engraved here."

White clothes had water mist in their eyes: "What if there is no place to carve it?"

Xu Yi looked at her and smiled slightly: "There is still one person in southern Xinjiang, and there is still a place to carve."

On the top of the south tower in Zhen, the two of them looked into the distance.

In the distance, long dragons of torches meander.

Xu Yi stood in the wind, and the king's robe sounded.

He opened his arms and seemed to embrace the entire southern Xinjiang.

"I said I would take you to see this world and see my Xu Mutian's soldiers. Now, maybe I haven't seen how wonderful this world is, but have you seen my soldiers?"

"Majestic." The white clothes are heavy in their heads.

"I am the king of the south and have the right to represent Tianmujiang! Of course it is majestic!"

Xu Yi laughed loudly, his domineering voice echoed under the night sky and never dissipated for a long time.
Chapter completed!