People are singing in the tide, but there is no crown

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

In the frontier camp of Beiluoye, Ji Yan stretched out his hand and let the raindrops fall on his palm.

The closer it got to the time predicted by the protagonist, the more his heart became agitated.

Ming's revival is related to the survival of the entire state.

Moreover, at this moment, the Lord of the Year has disappeared, and Ling Yin is not in Jinzhou City...

The only one who can make up his mind now is him, General Ye Gui.

In terms of status, he can be considered a superior.

In such a position, he should have been calm and steady.

It should be... like this.

just.

Ji Yan raised his head and his eyes fell on the dark clouds.

He will never forget that rainy night.

That rainy night called the Battle of Scimitar.

As a military doctor at that time, he witnessed many scenes of life and death until he became numb.

The enemy they face is Ming Shi, the Lord of Wuxiang Xian, who represents war.

Sigh.

The Wuxiang Fire Lord caused people to die, and the battle of the scimitar made people cry.

Too many people could not escape that rainy night.

The souls of the dead are trapped in the rain, and the survivors will be haunted by the memories of that rainy night for the rest of their lives.

But, all of this will end today.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and fog was gradually rising around.

The predicted moment is approaching.

Next to him, there were soldiers returning at night who came to report the situation.

"General, there are only 500 combatants left. All of them have taken medicine to resist the rain. The team members have reported that their hallucinations have been significantly reduced..."

"But there are still some veterans who claim they can see the ghost of the upstream rain."

"It doesn't matter. For those who have experienced that battle or are feeling very emotional right now, the effect of the potion is ultimately limited."

"Then what happens next..."

"Pass the order down, wait for the rain to stop, and then march to Beiluoye!"

Ji Yan gave orders as usual.

The soldiers received the order and retreated in a hurry.

He was also feeling uneasy.

Even after Ji Yan's improvements, the Yegui Army reduced the number of ordinary soldiers and formed a streamlined team mainly composed of those who resonate with them.

But the shadow left by the Scimitar Campaign on Konshu was too heavy.

To this day, Imashu has not been able to get out of this shadow.

Ji Yan strolled in the camp. He had been waiting for this moment for too long, too long.

But three years seems like a long time.

Looking back now, it seems like just a moment.

Every night, after returning from the battlefield, he couldn't help but think of that rainy night three years ago.

The former General Ge Shulin, who returned at night, led a separate path forward and engaged Lord Wuxiang Xian, and his whereabouts are unknown.

As a military doctor at that time, he and his comrades were caught in the overwhelming tide of aftermath.

People say that doctors have a kind heart.

How could he not feel heartbroken when he saw his comrades falling one after another in front of him?

The two words "Jinzhou".

It sounds big, but it's actually very small.

He grew up in this province and was familiar with everyone in the Night Return Army.

Whose brothers, sons, and husbands are these soldiers who return home at night?

How could he not know?

But on that rainy night, they all turned into corpses.

Corpse, speechless.

The doctor has no prescription.

Those dead comrades...

Goodbye, it’s already a “ghost”.

When is it?

Ji Yan looked around the camp.

There seemed to be more people in the broken camp.

They talked to each other as if nothing happened.

"Is it my illusion... the rain... the rain is flowing back to the sky! It's upstream rain!"

"I don't know if I'll have the chance to go back and participate in the boat race after this fight..."

"This black stone weapon developed by Tiangong is really powerful. An ordinary person like me can exert such great power..."

"Afterimages, damn, so many afterimages..."

Ji Yan shook his head and looked forward.

A soldier was talking to him.

"General, the equipment has been repaired and distributed to the Resonators..."

The soldier's voice gradually became weaker and trembling.

"...The remaining ordinary soldiers are all ready. I believe this battle will be won..."

"Brother... General Shulin..."

Ji Yan suddenly raised his head, and the soldier was covered with a faint mist, which gradually disappeared.

Yes, the more deeply people are affected by the upstream rain, the more real the "ghosts" they see.

How could he forget himself?

Thinking of this, Ji Yan seemed to realize something and turned back suddenly.

Behind him, a tall figure was watching him silently.

Ge Shulin.

Ji Yan frowned.

Sure enough, the impact of this rain has become more and more serious.

In the silence, Ge Shulin's voice was heard.

"The whirlwind rain can only reproduce the past scenes. I will never allow my soldiers to be dominated by the fear brought about by a mere illusion!"

"I will make way for everyone!"

"This time, I will lay the foundation for this state and eliminate the shadow that has been hanging over this state for so long!"

Three years.

The voice still sounded unchanged.

He was still as decisive and resolute as ever, as if he could cut through even steel or iron.

Ji Yan's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But he still didn't open his mouth.

ghost.

It is a reproduction and embodiment of past scenes.

There is no point arguing with the past.

He had already made his choice.

Even if he goes back three years, he would still do the same.

Everyone has to pay the price for their choices, even him, Ge Shulin, is no exception.

Perhaps if he had fought against Wuxiang Xianzhu with all his might, would the outcome have been different?

No one can know.

As night return soldiers, they had already put life and death aside since the first day on the battlefield.

From the generals to the soldiers, everyone fought to the death with the remaining elephants.

Soldiers returning at night never fear death, they only fear dying without purpose.

Back then, Ge Shulin was betting on an outcome.

If the bet is won, this state will have peace forever.

If we lose the bet, this state will no longer exist.

War has always been cruel. It is a game of life or death, a brutal reality with only results.

He and Ge Shulin just made different choices.

Thinking of this, Ji Yan finally opened his mouth.

He looked at the ghost in front of him, his eyes unwavering.

"You'll see it soon, Ge Shulin."

After he finished speaking, Ji Yan walked forward. He passed through the ghosts in front of him, and his voice echoed throughout the broken camp.

"All troops on alert, the upstream rain is about to enter the second stage, all soldiers prepare to face the residual elephant tide!"

"Yes!"

Hundreds of voices formed a powerful response.

Ji Yan looked back and saw that Ge Shulin's ghost had disappeared.

Thoughts began to arise in his mind.

As early as before Jin Xi, the governor of Jinzhou, ascended the throne, he had already taken office as General Yegui.

It was at that time that Jiao had already made the prophecy.

"When the moon is full, you will assist a returning person and face Narutoki..."

Looking at the empty space in front of him, he whispered as if asking, "Back then...did Jiao predict that you would win, which made you move forward regardless of everything?"

He had no answer in his mind.

Just look at the night sky.

An eerie full moon hung heavily upon the sky.