Following Xu Zheng to the border, looking at the lonely smoke in the desert and the setting sun in the long river, Shen Qingfeng was indignant from the beginning to the point where he couldn't help but sigh, and his mentality was changing little by little, which he didn't even notice.

He saw Xu Zheng and the soldiers drank with them.

He saw the man sitting in the encirclement and mingle with the soldiers.

He saw Xu Zheng on the training ground serious and sharp, with a spear in his hand waving like a dragon, full of heroic spirit.

It is a kind of passionate blood, the passionate blood of the frontier men.

Shen Qingfeng was very envious.

He reached out his hand to touch the sword countless times, and imitated Xu Zheng's appearance countless times, waving the non-existent spear in his hand.

I followed him to read the contents of the military books countless times.

Countless times, the lights outside the account went out.

I have also seen the storm and storm over the border countless times.

Shen Qingfeng suddenly felt that if he was still alive, he must choose the way to join the army.

Use his flesh and blood, and his hands to protect his country.

This is what a man with a strong standing should do!!

If he is still alive.

How good should this be...

Time passes day by day.

Finally, the neighboring countries were no longer settled, and they seemed to have chosen a new general.

send troops.

The battlefield is changing with sword light and blood shadows, and the blood sea of ​​corpse city.

That day, Shen Qingfeng saw the killing for the first time.

He saw the body separate, the head rolling down, and blood blew.

When I saw it for the first time, Shen Qingfeng was frightened.

Although he knew that he was dead and knew that he no longer had feelings, Shen Qingfeng still wanted to vomit very much.

Disgusting.

A feeling of discomfort and disgusting him.

However--

He saw that Xu Zheng, who was charging in front, was still expressionless.

The man riding on a tall horse was wearing black armor, and the silver spear in his hand seemed to turn into the sickle of the god of death, cutting off one enemy head after another that invaded his country.

Looking at Xu Zheng like this, Shen Qingfeng suddenly felt that if Ayun's husband was him, Shen Qingfeng would be convinced.

"Ayun, the person you like is a hero..."

The voice of the boy from that time is still clear and ethereal, but it is no longer the carefree and the anger that was back then.

The murmuring sound is a bit lonely, a bit confused, a bit sigh, and a bit blessing.

In Shen Qingfeng's view, Xu Zheng can take on the title of "hero".

It should be said that those who dare to charge for the country and dare to sacrifice their lives and shed their blood for the country are all--

hero!

Ayun is the best, of course she deserves to be respected by the world.

And he, Shen Qingfeng, is not a hero.

......

Several days in a row.

Xu Zheng was gradually at a disadvantage, and there was no other reason. The opponent's general had too many tricks, and the enemy's supplies were very powerful.

The wind and sand in the desert blew up, flooding the corpses on the battlefield.

It's really a horse-haired body.

When he fought with the enemy for the fifth time, Xu Zheng cut off the head of the enemy general at the cost of a knife on his left shoulder.

However, no one expected-

The knife is poisonous!!

After the war.

In the military camp, the military doctors were busy with their faces, with extremely ugly expressions.

The entire military camp was quickly shrouded in a heavy atmosphere.

Shen Qingfeng looked at him, looking at Xu Zheng's face turned pale, as if he had no hope.

......

Capital.

Sima Yun, who was embroidering the flowers by the window, saw the curtains by the window suddenly fluttering.

Sima Yun put down the needle and thread in her hand, got up and closed the window.

Suddenly, Sima Yun was stunned for a moment.

She seemed to have seen a familiar figure, and seemed to have heard a familiar voice.

‘Ayun, you have to be good with him…’

The wind passes, bringing the leaves to sway.

In the wind, the soul that refuses to dissipate is sobbing.

——Ayun, when I grow up, I will definitely marry you.
Chapter completed!