The real fighter is determined by the situation in the war. It does not depend on His Majesty’s emperor’s order, nor can it be determined by one person.

Su Yunqi strode with meteors again and again. He looked back frequently, just to see if she could see him in the room.

Perhaps, everything is a luxury. Su Yunqi really wants to slap himself hard, and Ling Yue is injured, why does he still care about his own mood?

"Major General, we should leave." The person who spoke was Xiao Shi. He obviously didn't expect that the heavy snow fell on the sky would stop at the end. Therefore, there was a sense of loss in his tone that he could not hide no matter how he was.

"Okay." Su Yunqi's voice was weak, but his pace really became much faster.

Wu Zhen once said that he envied himself. The reason for his envy was not other things, but that although he was in a battlefield that would last forever, he was at least fighting with his own passion. During this period, at least he could use killing and the belief in his heart to paralyze those meaningless emotions, such as the private relationship between children.

Su Yunqi also thought so. He stepped on his war horse, raised his whip, and watched the horse's hooves splashing past and raised the debris and dust, pressing all these lost and sad emotions into his heart.

Will this work? Su Yunqi didn't know that he only knew that he was focused on things. It turned out that once he stepped on the path of the side branches, he could never go back. It was a path that could only go blindly and be determined to go to the end.

On November 27th, the continuous snow on three days finally stopped. On the way north, the mountain roads were blocked and the road was difficult to open. However, the emperor's orders were not violated. The army and horses kept crossing the passes in the layers of wind and snow.

I led my troops to wander into the barbarian land in the northern border and temporarily stationed at the tent at the junction of Tiansheng and it. Because the soldiers were treacherous and the soldiers were never tired of cheating, the enemy was frustrated without launching an attack. All the soldiers in the army praised me, and they all said that they were no less than when my grandfather was in the army.

Sure enough, do you need to be strong and strong when leading troops to fight? I don’t know and don’t care much.

They threw me away high, and in the process of my whereabouts, they either joked and said something about congratulations and praises in a wide range of words.

In short, I have seen many such scenes, and I have experienced many. Every time, both bystanders and participants seem to be happy with it.

I am not a Confucian scholar who respects the teachings of Confucius and Mencius, nor am I a defender who loves and does not attack. I only know that if you want to defend the mountains and rivers, you will only bleed and sacrifice.

However, in the countless moments when they threw me high and fell, I looked at the enemy's defeated army. The fiery red flames formed a circle, surging rapidly like a tide, from here to there until I couldn't see anything clearly.

I suddenly thought, if it were my victory, I would have someone to share every moment of my joy.

Will you be you? Will there be such a person?

When Su Yunqi led his army to the northern border, he was about to catch up with the enemy's intentional provocation and set up camp at the junction of the two.

He just used a move to attack the east and west. He first sent a small group of troops to pretend to raid, and then a large number of torches fell into the tent. In a moment, the enemy's military flag had fallen and retreated in panic, leaving behind a lot of military supplies.

The soldiers all loved the major general of the Su family very much. Today, there was no veteran general in charge, and the major general could defeat the enemy. Su Yunqi naturally had a more profound prestige.

The army was full of joy, but Su Yunqi couldn't get up all day long. Finally, he just told everyone: "Be careful that they will make a comeback and drink less wine tonight."

"Yes, Major General, whatever you say is what you say." Several people who were drunk were not clear about their minds, and they put their arms around and held their backs to joke with anyone they wanted to joke with.

Su Yunqi swept over the rest of the people indifferently, but only those guys didn't know the importance of it, so it was okay.

He returned to his tent, took off his daytime armor and boots, and sat upright in front of the desk in just a light and gorgeous robe.

He took the pen and dipped it in ink and wrote down what he felt during the day on the paper. Looking at the ink that was so strong that it was so strong that Su Yunqi thought to himself that if he could record his feelings every day, it seemed that it would be nothing more important to send or not to send this letter.

But... Su Yunqi clenched the pen holder, and the pen holder was split into two in his hand. The broken and shocked ink splashed onto the paper, and it was not biased, just blocking the three words "Su Yunqi" signed.

He just wanted to tell Ling Yue, who was thousands of miles away, and he didn't know why he was so persistent.

However, behind this persistence, he had greater motivation. He used to guard the mountains and rivers for the sake of the mountains, but now he wants to be himself happy for the sake of being alone.

Loyalty and righteousness are still there, but life is more comfortable and meaningful.

Thinking of this, Su Yunqi simply changed a different pen and found a piece of white rice paper that was not very wrinkled.

His writing was vividly written on the paper. The letter was written to Wu Zhen. He wanted to tell him that being tied to those emotions was not a bad thing. At least in his opinion, it was much more interesting than fighting in all directions with a gun.

Naturally, Ling Yue, who was thousands of miles away, could not know the changes in Su Yunqi's body. She just listened to the eldest princess' narration and finally understood what the bleeding meant.

When she thought about Su Yunqi's appearance, she felt ashamed and annoyed. But looking at Su Yunqi's appearance, he seemed to have no idea about these things.

If you don’t know, can she say something about Su Yunqi? Not to mention that in order to help her, she was so anxious that she was sweating profusely.

"I just went to see it. The snow on the mountain road has almost disappeared." Ling Jue sent someone to send the best silver charcoal to add the best in the hand stove: "You are ready, let's go now."

Ling Yue took it happily, put his hands on the hand stove, and immediately his body warmed up a little: "Thank you, brother, I'm still thinking about my hand stove."

It's strange, I don't know if it's because of the grudge of this Zhuangzi or what's wrong. How could she soak the hot springs so that she would soak the thing. Now the only hot dragon-burning room began to get cold.

If Ling Yue waited here, she really didn't know what to do. What her mother said was that girls should never get cold, especially on such special days, even cold water could not be touched.

Ling Yue naturally didn't believe it at first, thinking that the eldest princess was exaggerating and deliberately said it to scare her so that she could not leave the door.

But after washing my hands with cold water, my stomach became really cramped, and it became worse and worse every time, and lasted longer every time.

Ling Yue felt that it was really difficult for her to live in this farm where she wanted nothing. Fortunately, the weather was beautiful. After the sky cleared, the sun was shining brightly, and the snow on the mountain road outside actually melted in just a few days.
Chapter completed!