"There is no Ninth Prince here. There is only the Marshal." Bai Ye's voice sounded clearer and louder. But in the ears of all the soldiers, it carried endless military power.
The general named Chen Fei was stunned and quickly changed his words: "The last general, Chen Fei, respectfully welcomes the generalissimo."
Bai Ye responded in the car and was welcomed into Canglang Pass by Chen Fei.
Bai Ye's soldiers and horses entered the city in an orderly manner. The carriage quickly stopped. Bai Ye got out of the car slowly. He didn't say much. He just asked Chen Fei to lead him up to the tower.
Although the soldiers were busy on the tower, they were in good order. Everyone performed their duties. It was obvious that Zhan Ming was leading the army well. The soldiers did not appear panicked.
Bai Ye was dressed in white. He stood on the top of the tower and looked into the distance. Smoke and dust were everywhere. Looking from a distance, it seemed as if a black cloud was floating over.
Zhou Yan stood behind Bai Ye without saying a word. He looked at the black clouds approaching and his face became solemn.
Chen Fei also looked solemn at this time and looked at Bai Ye.
"Where is General Zhan?" Bai Ye asked softly. His expression was as indifferent as if he had not seen the thousands of troops in the distance.
Bai Ye had just finished asking. A loud shout came from the distance: "Blow the drums. Raise the flag." The drums suddenly sounded like thunder. Countless war drums beat at the same moment. It was like a silver bottle breaking. Iron cavalry. Standing out. Thousands of horses galloping. Thousands of armies roaring. This overwhelming momentum shocked Bai Ye all over. It had been a long time since he heard this exciting and blood- boiling drum beat. He held his hands tightly under his robe and looked into the distance. The army in the distance. The earth trembled more and more violently. Even standing on the city wall, you could feel the roar of thousands of horses galloping closer and closer. Until you were close, countless flags were fluttering in the air in an instant. Some are embroidered with the King of Northern Xinjiang, and some are painted with the Chinese character Cai. In the whistling wind, there is a hunting sound, reflecting the bloody sunset, which makes people feel a desolate and tragic feeling.
Somehow, Bai Ye suddenly thought of the song Luo Zhiyi once played. The lovers separated by life and death due to the war.
At the moment when Bai Ye was distracted, the city was already crowded with sergeants. At the same time, the steel sword was unsheathed. There was a cold light between heaven and earth. Everyone's face was looking for death. The resolute look of the family and the country. The soldiers raised their swords and shouted at the same time. The sound shook the sky. The cold light shone in the sun. The shouts and drums spread far and far. The whole world seemed to be the light of cold blades and flying flags. There was also that resolute look in his eyes. The smoke and dust in the distance suddenly stopped, and then there was a long silence. But the sound of drums in the city seemed endless. It made people's blood fly in their chests. They wanted to rush to the enemy's formation and sacrifice their lives in a fight.
Bai Ye didn't know how long the soldiers and horses of the King of Northern Xinjiang had been silent. But what was surprising was that amidst the endless drums and shouts of death, smoke and dust rose again in the distance. Bai Ye looked intently. It turned out to be Withdrew the troops.
Bai Ye said calmly: "It seems that the King of Northern Xinjiang is indeed worthy of his reputation. He is indeed a great general. He makes immediate decisions and knows what he cannot do. He immediately turns around. He never does unnecessary things and does not cause useless casualties. What's even more rare is. Bearing the pain of losing a child, there is no emotion."
After the King of Northern Xinjiang withdrew his troops, Bai Ye met Zhan Min. Although the two did not like each other due to Luo Zhi's wishes, this was a battlefield and there were only soldiers.
Facing Marshal Bai Ye, Zhan Min did not show any personal emotions. He gave a detailed introduction to the situation at Canglang Pass. After Bai Ye listened, he quickly summoned the generals to learn more about the situation and arrange defense. Discuss strategies for retreating from the enemy.
This work lasted until late at night.
Bai Shu looked at the injuries on his back very worriedly. He shook his head while applying medicine. "Your Majesty, even if the military situation is urgent, please take care of yourself."
"Aren't you here?" Bai Ye said indifferently.
"Your Majesty, Bai Shu is a doctor, not a god." Bai Shu said as he intensified his movements of applying medicine. "This bumpy march along the way, this injury has not improved at all. Now that we are here, Your Majesty, you must heal your injury first."
"Okay, okay. Just listen to the doctor." Bai Ye was obviously perfunctory.
Bai Shu shook his head helplessly.
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However, on the third day at Canglang Pass, Bai Ye received an incredible news. The news was received at night. Bai Ye wandered alone in the room for half the night. Finally, he called Si Yue in.
Taking advantage of the darkness, dozens of people left Canglang Pass and headed towards the capital.
Along the way, news kept coming. The leader galloped on his horse, not daring to take a break. After the guards following him were whipped for the first time reminding him to rest for a while, no one dared to go up. To comfort before.
A team of more than fifty people traveled day and night, eating and sleeping immediately. However, they were blocked by others at the most tiring time.
Under the moonlight, looking at the hundreds of men in black in front of him, Bai Ye's eyes, which had turned red due to lack of sleep, became even more frightening.
No questions asked.
Bai Ye silently took out the soft sword from his waist and rushed over on horseback.
The soft sword in his hand reflected the moonlight. Following Bai Ye's movements, the sword light surged. He faced the black-clothed killer who was also charging forward with unparalleled murderous intent. The sword was outside, but it was as if it was frozen. It stopped in mid-air. Blood splattered out quickly. But Bai Ye didn't stop. He lifted the reins and the soft sword crackled. He made a stroke in the air and stabbed the other person's chest as fast as lightning.
Blood spattered everywhere, and the horses' hooves neighed. Everyone saw only a white sword rapidly sucking away life. The sword was almost too fast for them to see. The overwhelming murderous aura was almost suffocating.
In just a few moments of meeting, dozens of men in black fell down within three feet of Bai Ye. Bai Ye stood with his sword across his face, with a murderous look on his face, which made the hundreds of men in black tremble with fear. But... After looking at each other, they rushed forward again. They had no choice. They could either save his life or save their own lives.
Under the moonlight in late autumn, blood is flowing and life is being lost.
Bai Ye couldn't see anything. He just waved the soft sword in his hand. There was only one thought in his mind. "Nothing can happen to his will. Nothing can happen to his will."
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I don't know how long it took. When Luo Zhiyi woke up, he felt weak all over and dizzy. There was a cold wall behind him and straw under him. But the surroundings were dark.
After a brief period of confusion, Luo Zhiyi began to shout. However, her voice was weak as her whole body was weak. She shouted for a long time without getting any response.
Black. As black as thick ink. She could hear nothing except her own breathing.
Quiet. Time seems to have frozen at this moment. Life seems to have stopped at this moment.
In this endless darkness, Luo Zhiyi didn't know what was waiting for her. After calling countless times without getting a response, she gave up and lay quietly. However, her heart became more and more impatient. Frightened. It has been like this for a long time. She doesn’t know. Is it one day. Or two days. Or longer. It’s very strange. Since she woke up, she hasn’t eaten or drank, but she doesn’t feel hungry at all. She has no consciousness at all. They were all concentrated in the surrounding darkness. At this time, who could give her a glimmer of light? She was willing to die immediately.
She began to recall the past. From the beginning of her memory, bit by bit, not daring to miss anything. The pampering of her parents, the love of her brother, and all the fine wines she had drunk. She began to sing. She sang all the songs she knew. The songs I sang...until I sang these songs back and forth no less than ten times until I could no longer make any sound in my throat...
She thought she would really die silently in the darkness this time, because she actually saw her parents, eldest brother, and third brother walking towards her. They all had smiles on their faces. The smiles were the same as before. No change. They reached out to her…
"Father, mother..."
An almost inaudible sound sounded in the darkness.
"It means. It means..." Who is calling her. Who is calling her name. Don't disturb her. She wants to be with her parents and brothers.
"Madam, please wake up. Madam, don't sleep. Wake up quickly..."