He thought he was bewitched

Shen Lan has always known that it is an honor for a soldier to die for his country.

The sky was full of dust and stars, and he clenched the bow in his hand, thinking: No, it's too early to talk about this now.

Ye Shuai hasn't come yet.

Ye Shuai.

He sat leaning against the base of the battlement, chanted the name silently, and put his blood-stained hands on his chest, as if he had gained some strength because of it. He licked his chapped lips due to lack of water for a long time, and suddenly got up With a bow and an arrow, aim at the flag of Bei Rong standing in the front.

"General!" The soldier sitting next to him immediately stretched out his hand to stop him. He held Shen Lan's hand firmly and said in a low voice, "Be patient, general."

In the long cold night, there seemed to be an endless fire. It was the Beirong army stationed outside Qishan Pass. Shen Lan finally let go: "I was impulsive."

Qishan Pass is actually not a real pass, it was once used as a military station for hundreds of years.

But it was soon abandoned due to the expansion of the border. The so-called city wall has long been in disrepair, and there are no weapons or supplies inside.

But they can't go back.

Because behind them are the three most prosperous cities in northern Xinjiang, Qinzhou, Rouzhi and Lanmen.In other words, behind them are the lives of hundreds of thousands of people.

"Report—General!" The messenger soldier who rushed up the tower was covered with blood and tears, and his eyes were about to burst: "General... Ye Shuai will not come, nor will the reinforcements from the three cities... will come!"

"What did you say!?" Shen Lan grabbed the neckline and pressed him hard on the tower, every word seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth: "What do you mean?"

"General—don't you understand? The emperor won't let anyone go—nor will anyone else come to our aid!

He wants to use the hands of Bei Rong to get rid of us in one fell swoop - get rid of our group of tigers and wolves in the northern border, Ye Shuai's..." direct line.

The voice of the messenger soldier's last two words was so low that Shen Lan stared at him gloomyly: "Is this something you can say?"

"If I hear similar words again, I will be executed on the spot!"

"General, either rush out and fight to the death, or... don't defend." The messenger stared at his bloodshot eyes and shouted in disbelief: "The emperor is not benevolent, why are we unrighteous!"

"General Shen! Bei Rong is attacking the city again—"

"Get ready to fight!" Shen Lan yelled angrily, and then he punched the messenger soldier hard in the face, knocking him to the ground at once, and said condescendingly, "You fucking reflect on me."

Dried black and red blood was still condensed on the armor. After Shen Lan finished speaking, she turned around and knocked down two Beirong soldiers who had climbed up the city wall.

However, after seeing the scene in front of him clearly, a look of shock and fury gradually appeared on his face. Long ladders were erected high, and all the soldiers who were still alive and standing on the tower all had scarlet eyes in an instant——

It's too cruel.

Shen Lan looked at the corpse held in front by Beirong soldiers—yes, the corpse.

It was the body of the guard soldiers who died in Changyan.

He even recognized a familiar face. A month ago, this person was drinking with him under the deserted moon. He still remembered the flushed joy of this person, telling himself that his wife and children were all well, and giving him I sewed a padded coat, the best new cotton, snow-white, like clouds full of sunshine...

And at this moment, what is this incomplete mass of flesh and blood?

Finally, someone was beheaded by a Beirong soldier who climbed up in a daze, warm blood splashed on his face, Shen Lan burst into tears, but his voice seemed to be torn apart: "Kill——"

"kill--"

The sky suddenly lit up with a ray of white light.

Another night.

However, Beirong's army did not have any intention of a truce.

Ammunition and food are exhausted, and there is no way to retreat.

They were like a group of lone wolves trapped in Qishan Pass, rampaging and bleeding.

Finally someone asked: "General, this place is so close to the Three Cities, why hasn't there been any reinforcements for three days?"

"General, why hasn't Ye Shuai come here yet?"

"General... Has the imperial court abandoned us?"

Shen Lan didn't know how to answer, blood and flesh, broken arms and limbs, it was too miserable, he raised his head, he opened his mouth, like a broken military flag, like broken bones at dusk, resolute and dry: "Ye Shuai As I said, the general dies to the country... the soldier dies to the family—"

"Today we were trapped and died here at Qishan Pass, no regrets, no regrets, no regrets..."

"Come out with me—"

"Look, general—what's that?" Shen Lan looked back suddenly, and saw flags flying among the layers of green hills in Qishan Pass, flying dust flying up.

It's reinforcements.

Ye Shiyi didn't expect that his road to deploying troops would be so bumpy, and without his knowing, the group of Northern Xinjiang bastards under his command were almost wiped out.

The main camp was erected, the lights were brightly lit, and the Beirong army temporarily retreated, but the atmosphere in the camp was not so relaxed at the moment.

Ye Shiyi had a solemn face, sitting high on the main seat, with a large buckskin map behind him, while Shen Lan knelt on one knee in the tent, with his head hanging very low.

Ye Shuyi didn't ask him to get up, but asked indifferently: "So... if I'm a little late, you will rush out with everyone?"

"It's because the subordinates didn't think carefully." Shen Lan said.

"Why don't you lead your army back to Qinzhou City, which is the closest to this place?" Ye Shiyi knocked on the table and said, "Is it because you are worried that Bei Rong will bypass Qinzhou City and attack Lanmen?"

"Yes……"

"Forget it, get up." Ye Shiyi's expression was indistinguishable: "Go and heal your wounds first."

"Order to go down and rest for one night. At Maoshi tomorrow, I will recruit all future generations to narrate in my tent."

"Yes..." Shen Lan responded. When he exited the tent, he suddenly raised his head, looked directly at Ye Shuyi, and said, "Ye Shuai, I was impulsive this time. I know that I am not as good as my brother now, but I will Work hard."

Fu Tingya keenly noticed that when Ye Shuyi heard Shen Lan mentioning his brother, the subtle change in his expression seemed to be a mixture of nostalgia, admiration and guilt.

He sat quietly on one side of the tent, his eyes drooping, and he remained silent.In fact, he had never seen Ye Shiyi like this before. He was always gentle, restrained, and even sullen and docile in front of him.

He has never seen such a Ye Shiyi like a cold sword drawn from its sheath, almost like...

It was as if the time had been reversed and misplaced, he even thought he saw the young general in white clothes and light armor when he first met, full of high spirits.

He used to think that Ye Shuyi had changed, but at this moment he realized that the other party had never changed.

"Why not punish him?" After Shen Lan left, Ye Shiyi remained silent for a long time, and Fu Tingya took the lead to ask, "Because of his elder brother?"

"No..." Ye Shuyi's eyes flickered, and he avoided the topic: "It has nothing to do with Shen Lang." He wouldn't be so impulsive. "Ye Shouyi said: "There must be other reasons. "

He and Fu Tingya looked at each other, the eyes were as cold as ice, and covered with snow for a thousand years of water: "I suspect that there are traitors in the army."

Thinking of all the obstacles in the deployment of troops, Fu Tingya nodded slightly.

"There are 10 soldiers in Beirong, and there are still about 5 left in the war." Ye Shuyi stood up and drew a few lines on the map with his finger: "Counting the troops transferred from the three cities, and... Northern Xinjiang The remnants of the defenders, [-] of us."

"This battle will be very dangerous, but it's not impossible." Fu Tingya said in a deep voice, "I want to know why Bei Rong would take the risk of sending troops to fight this battle."

"The Northern Rong invaded our frontiers to plunder because of the harsh winter, but this winter...it wasn't so cold that we couldn't survive."

Fu Tingya's expression remained unchanged, but what he said was shocking enough: "Unless they think that not only can they win this battle, but they can also directly occupy the Central Plains and divide the territory."

"Who do you suspect...?" Ye Shuyi frowned and asked bluntly.

Fu Tingya looked up at him, dipped his finger in the tea in the cup, and wrote two words clearly with one stroke——

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Yuluan Palace

There was no one in the palace, and the long curtain fluttered up and down in the wind, wrapping up a room of silence.

Luo Hongchen was sitting in front of a bronze mirror, her gorgeous gold-embroidered and silver-embroidered skirt sat on the ground, she quietly looked at the blurred figure in the mirror, and suddenly stretched out her hand to caress the phoenix hairpin on her temples.

She was obviously smiling, but she suddenly blinked a tear: "Since you died for the country, then I will sacrifice myself for the country... In this way, it can be regarded as a lifetime marriage with you."

She murmured a name in a low voice, which could only be heard clearly if she was very close. She said, "Shen Lang..."

You promised me to marry me when you come back from the border.

"Your Majesty, a letter from the border gate." The black-clothed dark guard who suddenly appeared and knelt on one knee not far away said.

Luo Hongchen tilted his head slightly, his eyes were as cold as a knife, and the dark guard couldn't help lowering his head again.

"Read..." The red lips parted slightly.

"Ye Shuai dispatched troops to the three cities and arrived in time. The Beirong was defeated and has temporarily retreated."

"As expected of Ye Shiyi." Luo Hongchen stood up, brushing her fingers over the pattern on the bronze mirror, she thought, Shen Lang, he is indeed the person you want to be loyal to.

"This is a good thing." Luo Hongchen said: "You need to help him with all your strength."

"Yes..." The dark guard took the order and retreated. Before leaving, he took a last look at the empty deep palace and the young woman with a demon-like face in front of the bronze mirror. For some reason, his heart shivered.

The author has something to say: I am an emotionless coding machine

I will never write about war again

I'm just a delicate dog blood writer.

This chapter transition seems a bit boring.

Shen Lan: "Let's rush out—"

Ye Shiyi was expressionless: "You can't fucking hang around here, you're a wretched development."