She just wanted Nian'er to see his father off, and to see his father and mother again. Because she knew clearly that if Mu Huailang died in the battle, Ye Suqing would never live alone.
!
Finally, Ye Suqing also saw them, but there were too many people between them. They couldn't squeeze in, and she couldn't squeeze in either.
"Folks, please give way and let me walk in front of my child. I haven't held him in my arms for many days..."
As Ye Suqing finished speaking, the people in front of her automatically gave way to a passage, allowing her to walk towards Mu Nian and Qinghu step by step.
At this time, Qinghu also put Mu Nian on the ground. He immediately danced his two short legs and ran towards Ye Suqing quickly.
Seeing Mu Nian running towards her, Ye Suqing lifted up her skirt and ran towards her, opening her arms and hugging Mu Nian tightly.
"Nian'er, mother's Nian'er..."
"My mother is so bad. I haven't come to see Nian'er for a long time. My mother is so bad..."
Ye Suqing's tears couldn't stop falling. Every one of Nian'er's words about "mother is bad" is the deepest longing for her deep in his heart!
Ye Suqing hugged Mu Nian for a while, then coaxed him to let Qinghu take him back to the Moxi Prince's Mansion first. Because she was worried and could not continue to wait like this in the city. She wanted to go to the top of the city to have a look.
Go beat the war drum for them and add strength to them in killing the enemy.
Following her heart, Ye Suqing did whatever she thought of! Pushing away all the people surrounding her, she quickly ran up to the top of the city, lay on the wall and looked forward.
There was a sound of killing outside the city, and there were soldiers from both sides who were seriously injured or dead everywhere. The moat that was slowly flowing outside the city, the originally clear water became turbid, and it gradually changed from the previous clear water to
Blood red!
The sound of killing shook the sky, rivers of blood flowed, and corpses littered the fields!
This picture deeply touched the soft chord deep in Ye Suqing's heart. She knew that war was cruel, but she never imagined that it would be such a cruel picture!
Sister Hua and others also climbed up the city tower and looked at the scene of mourning people not far outside the city. Even though she was used to seeing dead people, she couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth!
What a tragic battle situation it must have been to create such a scene of blood-stained dust.
When the sun set in the west, the shouts and shouts outside the city stopped, and the flashes of swords and swords swaying everywhere disappeared. Only a few high flags were still dancing in the wind.
The vast wilderness is now full of people, dead or dying...but there is no living person standing. At this moment, Ye Suqing's heart twitched, she did not believe that they would die! She did not believe that Mu Huailang would die anyway.
!She just doesn’t believe it!
She quickly ran to the war drum, picked up the drumstick next to it and started beating it hard. They were just too tired, so they all lay down to rest. She wanted to wake them up with the sound of the drum and let them look for the sound of the war drum.
Find your way home in one step!
Lang, let's fight! I know you're fine, and I know you can definitely lead them to fight, because we are waiting for you in the city!
Every time the war drum was beaten, Ye Suqing recited it silently in her heart, like a prayer and a belief.
"Diewu, look, someone is standing up..."
"Who is it? Who is it?"
"It's them, it's them, they are our Daxi soldiers!"
"It's the general...the general led them to stand up again!"
Hearing this sound, Ye Suqing's hand on the drum paused, and then she started beating harder. But no matter how hard she beat the drum, except for the scattered people who had just stood up, there was no one else.
stand up.
Outside the city, after a decisive battle, when Mu Huailang stabbed the last enemy general to death with one sword, he also fell down. Just when he was confused and didn't know where he was going, he heard something in his ears.
There was a clear sound of war drums, and the sound of the war drums did not include any beats.
Suddenly he had a clever idea and opened his eyes, because he knew that it was his Qing'er who beat the drum, and it was his Qing'er who was calling him back with the sound of the drum!
Struggling, he stood up! Holding a long sword in one hand, he grabbed the fallen battle flag with the other hand and waved it vigorously! Tell the drummers on the top of the city that he is still there!
The soldiers who followed him and opened their eyes slowly stood up amidst the sound of drums without drum beats.
As soon as the drum sounded, Ye Suqing stopped. She looked up and looked into the distance outside the city, watching the scattered soldiers gathering together bit by bit. She felt the crystal droplets slip from the corners of her eyes.
Teardrops.
After Mu Huailang came to his senses, he began to count the soldiers standing beside him, calling out to the soldiers whose names he knew. While shouting, he swept the battlefield, searching for the Daxi soldiers who were not dead yet.
.
"Duan Hua, Duan Hua, Feng Buyu, Feng Buyu..." Ren Muhuailang called me several times, but among the soldiers slowly gathering around him, Duan Hua and Feng Buyu were still not found.
He went crazy, rummaging through corpses one after another, vowing to find them.
As long as he found that there were still soldiers who were not completely dead, he felt like he had found a treasure. In the end, all the people who could still breathe were gathered together, but there were only a few hundred people.
Mu Huailang's eyes were filled with tears as he looked at the few hundred people in front of him. From tens of thousands of people, only less than a thousand were left. Moreover, among these hundreds of people, there were still minor injuries and serious injuries. Almost none of them were injured.
There was no one, even his body had major injuries and minor injuries of varying degrees.
"General..." Just when Mu Huailang was determined to lead these people back from the battlefield, a barely noticeable cry rang in his ears.
"Did you hear that? Did you hear that?" When he stopped and signaled everyone to be silent, nothing could be heard. Suddenly he was stunned and grabbed the gun beside him and asked in a loud voice,
Don't believe it's just his imagination!
Everyone shook their heads to express that they had not heard any sound. Mu Huailang lowered his arms in frustration, but he still did not believe that it was just his hallucination.
"General..." There was another almost inaudible shout, but this time Mu Huailang really heard it clearly. Although the voice was hoarse, it was Duan Hua's unmistakable voice.
"Huazi..." Huazi said, and Mu Huailang was rummaging around like crazy.
"Lang, you are so biased. You only look for him and don't care about me?" Feng Buyu's nonsensical voice sounded behind Mu Huailang, making him stiffen while he was busy rummaging around.
Little by little, he straightened his waist, but he didn't dare to turn around.
He was afraid, afraid that this sound was his hallucination, the hallucination of the voice in his heart.
In the past, he had only read about it in a certain military book, but now he had seen it with his own eyes and experienced it for himself, the sadness and desolation of a battle in which all bones were withered!