In the eleventh year of the Apocalypse, the emperor of the Southern Dynasty ascended the throne.
In the twelfth year of the Apocalypse, the Southern Dynasty recruited troops and horses to increase its national strength.
In the fourteenth year of the Apocalypse, the Southern and Northern Dynasties clashed on the border many times, and small battles continued.
In March of the fifteenth year of the Apocalypse, the Southern Dynasty beheaded the envoys from the Northern Dynasty, launched a surprise attack, and captured the border city of Wangmu in one day, which greatly boosted morale.
The Northern Emperor was furious and ordered Beifu General Huo Yuangong to lead the Beifu army to Wangmu City and immediately counterattack.
In May of the 16th year of the Apocalypse, the Beifu Army of the Beisheng Dynasty defeated the 200,000 enemy troops of the Southern Dynasty and captured the important border cities of Danxing and Linqing in the Southern Dynasty in one fell swoop.
In June of the 16th year of the Apocalypse, the emperor was born, and the Beifu army returned to Beijing in victory.
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On the way back to Beijing.
Luoshui official said.
Dusk is falling and late night is approaching.
On the empty official road, neatly lined up soldiers marched silently and solemnly, holding rifles and blades.
On the broad official road, the dust was flying and the flags were cold.
After winning the battle, the Beifu army was called back to Beijing.
In order to catch up with His Majesty the Emperor's birthday ceremony this year, after defeating the Southern Dynasties, the army returned to Beijing non-stop, traveling day and night.
It was a long journey back to Beijing, and the soldiers had been driving without sleep for several days.
Although they were exhausted physically and mentally, the serious and upright military discipline kept them from stopping for even a moment.
Under the night, the bright moon in the sky accompanied it, and the cool evening breeze also blew away the heat left by the harsh sun during the day.
The long army, wearing armor and iron armor, were neatly arranged. From a distance, they looked like giant pythons crawling on the ground.
The sharp ice blade shone coldly, and the temperature of the blood of the dead seemed to remain on it.
The solemn and solemn army is directly in front, and the long official road winds all the way into the depths of the night.
The moonlight was sparkling, and the burning torches were rising.
The faces reflected in each person's face are rough and worn by wind and sand, but they still do not conceal their high spirits.
When they think of the honor they will receive after returning to Beijing, their steps become straight and powerful in an instant, and their flags are held high.
Tired, but still able to persevere.
Under the light of flames blown by the evening wind, the front of the army.
Lieutenant General Jiang Ming, who was riding on horseback, received the letter from behind, looked at the envelope, and opened it.
After reading the content, he immediately tightened his grip on the reins, accelerated his riding speed, and sent him to the general directly in front, with a solemn tone.
"General, you have a letter from home, your brother..."
The general rode a lean and tall sweat-horse and walked at the front.
There were infantrymen on both sides opening the way, with bright red flags flying in the wind. He was wearing iron armor and had a tall and generous figure.
The sharp blade at the waist was put into a sheath, and the hilt was engraved with wild pythons.
Under the sparkling moonlight, his back was stern, like a ghost ghost covered in blood among the dead.
The long robe hangs down, and the big rough hands are covered with scars from the blade.
The wind blew and stirred the mane on the BMW's head.
He sat steadily, like a powerful and majestic mountain tiger, with a swollen belly and a wolf-like waist, and a fierce momentum.
The deputy general handed over the letter, and he looked sideways slightly, his wheat-colored face resolute and heroic, with a stern smile.
He took it and unfolded the letter with his calloused hands.
The letter was sent by Muramasa from his hometown. Due to the long distance and traveling back and forth, and because he was stationed at the border, it was difficult to receive the letter.
The letter was sent half a year ago, and it was only now delivered to him.
Scanning the content at a glance, it was about his brother.
My brother died. The cold was too serious and he still couldn't survive the winter.
(End of chapter)
