Crown Prince of the Empire, I quit!

Carve winding marks on the cheeks.

He did not respond to Yang Guangnian's growl, his eyes were like a cold stone sinking into the abyss.

He calmly scanned the final scene of defeat before him.

Then, he slowly raised his right arm, which was still holding the notched sword.

A flash of cold light flashed down!

Yang Guangnian's unwilling head was chopped off cleanly, falling heavily in a cloud of blood and sand. His eyes, still wide open with lifeless energy, were instantly half-obscured by the swirling yellow sand.

The wind suddenly lost its direction and swirled over this Shura field.

The originally deafening roar of fighting and the sounds of metal clashing completely disappeared.

All that was left was the low, weeping sound of the wind and the occasional, incoherent groans of the wounded.

The battlefield fell into dead silence, only the sound of the wind was still whistling and howling.

Chang Baishan slowly stood up and casually and heavily plunged the sword, which was stained with the blood of his enemies but had become unusable, into the hot and thirsty yellow sand.

The blade stood upright, swaying slightly, like a broken cross announcing the end.

At this moment, an equally silent figure came to his side through the layers of corpses and the burning smoke.

Liu Yueli's easy-to-walk blue dress was now covered with an indelible layer of dark red and smoky gray.

There were even some torn corners of his clothes.

The leather treasure bag that he carried with him all year round, which contained all kinds of strange hidden weapons, had shriveled up, obviously using up all the reserves.

The wind and sand blew through her slightly messy temples, but failed to wipe away the calmness on her face.

It was as if those mysterious assassinations and the blazing flames in the grain camp had just happened.

They are just like grains of sand falling into the vast ocean, unable to cause even a ripple.

She just stood silently a little behind Chang Baishan, raising her head slightly.

Looking at the huge setting sun that was gradually sinking to the west, scorched by blood and fire all day long.

The setting sun is like a huge block of lava gradually cooling down at the end of the yellow sand.

It casts down the last dazzling but cold light like molten gold.

The battlefield, filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, was dyed a shocking ochre red.

The shadows of the two men were stretched into extremely thin lines, imprinted heavily on the blood-stained yellow sand, like two lonely spears inserted into the earth.

Changbai Mountain also stared at the setting sun in silence.

A hideous crack appeared on the breastplate on his chest.

The blood that seeped out from inside had already dried up and turned black, solidifying on the dark iron color.

A bottomless fatigue surged up from the deepest part of my body, more gnawing than the thirst in the sea of ​​sand.

After a long pause, he very slowly raised a hand and reached towards his left shoulder. There, a green talisman symbolizing the end of the war lay.

The tiger talisman engraved with the coiled dragon mark was still stuck in the gap of the broken armor plate.

His fingers trembled slightly due to exhaustion, and he failed to successfully pick out the tiger talisman after several attempts.

In this silent stalemate, another hand reached out silently.

He was not supporting or doing the work for him, he was just holding up Chang Baishan's elbow, which was shaking uncontrollably due to fatigue and exhaustion.

The movements are firm but gentle.

Chang Baishan didn't turn his head to see whose hand it was.

The big hand with traces of wind and sand just paused for a moment, and then, with the support of that steady force, it exerted force again.

Finally, the blood-stained green talisman was successfully pulled out and held in the palm covered with gaps and dried bloodstains.

The molten golden light of the setting sun finally passed over the cold and hard lines of the talisman.

It also passed by the arm that was silently supporting him.

Silent silence slowly flowed between the two of them, far heavier than the wailing in the distance.

The dead wind was howling, blowing up fine sand and thick blood foam that had turned dark brown.

The sand grains rubbed against the cracked edge of the armor, making a teeth-grinding hissing sound, like the whispers of countless tiny souls.

The battlefield was like a huge and tattered carpet, trampled and ravaged by countless traces of struggle, and covered with countless broken limbs.

A few wisps of gray-black smoke rose from the ashes of the distant forage camp, piercing straight into the dirty sky dyed red by the molten gold of the setting sun. They were the only sign of continued life in this desperate situation.

Chang Baishan's body was like a black iron tower solidified on the sand dunes.

Only those eyes, sunken in knife-like wrinkles, still scanned sharply the bloody field created by his own hands.

The curled blade of the sword was deeply embedded in the sand, and the hilt did not move in the howling and swirling wind.

A heavy, suffocating feeling of fatigue seeped out from deep within every over-tense and then relaxed muscle, and from the bone marrow.

He could almost hear his joints groaning from the forced support.

Liu Yueli stood silently one step behind him. The heart-wrenching silence was not broken, just like the solidified bloodstains on her blue clothes, which had merged with the wind and sand.

Her gaze occasionally swept across the gaps in the shadows at the edge of the battlefield, confirming that her people had completely merged back into the depths of the desert like ghosts.

The sound of horse hooves began to pierce the silence.

At first it was just a faint, dull vibration, like a heartbeat coming from far away underground.

Mixed in the howling wind and sand, the sound gradually became clearer and more intense.

Finally, it converged into a continuous rolling thunder.

From far to near, it crushed the sand that was soaked with blood.

On the other side of the horizon, in the direction of a huge blood-red sunset that was slowly sinking into the huge mouth of the sand sea.

A large cloud of smoke and dust rolled over the ground.

At the forefront of the smoke and dust, a flag suddenly pierced through, fluttering in the molten gold light.

It is not a blue dragon, nor is it red blood, but a flame-colored divine bird embroidered with gold thread with its wings spread out in flight, the Fire Camp!

The gold burned brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun, emitting a dazzling luster of hope.

It’s reinforcements, the banner of the Fire Camp for logistical support of the Daqian Dynasty!

"Reinforcements! Our reinforcements have arrived!"

An unbelievable cry was heard, like an icicle dropped into boiling water.

It instantly exploded among the exhausted and almost dead remnants of the Daqian army.

Then, sporadic, hoarse shouts that were almost broken broke out among the surviving troops.

The cry was weak, but it contained the ecstasy of a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood.

Along with the lingering pain after the desperate roar was squeezed out of the dry throat.

The figures, who were already so tired that they just wanted to collapse on the ground, struggled to raise their heads, looking at the moving smoke and the burning golden Suzaku flag in confusion, and then in ecstasy.

The dying battlefield was suddenly injected with a chaotic and fiery vitality.

The remaining flag bearers instinctively wanted to wave their tattered battle flags, even if it was just a few shakes to show their presence.

The smoke and dust quickly spread over, like a surging golden wave, engulfing the edge of the battlefield.

Soldiers wearing light leather armor convenient for long-distance travel and carrying heavy baggage on their backs.

Like a solid warm current, it split into small, dense teams from the flanks and quickly and orderly merged into this huge bloody quagmire.

"Count the wounded!"

"Put down your weapons! Give priority to the seriously injured!"

"Remove the armor! Stretcher! Quick!"

The moment he saw them, Chang Baishan's body fell to the ground with a bang.