Lijun Qingqi arrived outside Baitong City at night, so not many people knew about it. But when thousands of elite cavalry lined up in the north of Baitong City at dawn, the entire Baitong knew that the Lijun Prefect was in the city.
Then, the North City Gate was temporarily closed, and hundreds of troops set out from the general's residence, surrounded and escorted several cavalry, and marched all the way to the North City Gate.
The general's residence is located in the south of the city. The main road that leads directly to the north gate is the broadest main road in Baitong. The sun is not very high at the moment, and both sides of the main road are already crowded with people. They look forward to it and even raise their children. He raised it high just to take a look at the young prince from a distance.
When the escorting Baitong Army appeared at the street corner, the noisy voices of the people disappeared without a trace. The scene was filled with heads everywhere. For a moment, it was as deserted as an empty city. Then, as if the breeze was blowing through the waves of wheat, the crowd knelt down with a roar. Lying down, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.
Several people on horseback who were guarded by Baitong Army dismounted their horses and walked on foot. Only the first two were still on horseback, Luo Chuan, the governor of Lijun, and Luo Tianyu, general Baitong.
At this time, Luo Tianyu was riding a majestic mount that was taller and obviously different from ordinary horses. The horse was all white, without a trace of color, and its eyes were bright. What was even more strange was a small sharp point on its forehead. The horns look very extraordinary.
The horse Luo Chuan was riding was completely black, as tall and strong as Luo Tianyu's white horse. It also had a small sharp horn on its forehead, unlike any ordinary horse.
Luo Tianyu stroked the mane of the white horse under his crotch and said to Luo Chuan, "These two little guys are both stubborn. It's a bit difficult to put on heavy vests like Lijun Qingqi's. Wait. You have gradually become familiar with it, try again. With their spirituality and ability, ordinary warriors in the second realm cannot be easily hurt. With it accompanying you, you will have more protection even if you go to the battlefield. ."
Luo Chuan sat on the black horse, which was very stable. Even with his riding skills, he could control it very well. "My nephew came to Baidong twice, but he came in a hurry and empty-handed. Instead, he even ate..." Damn it, I even rode my uncle’s favorite horse away this time, I’m really sorry.”
"Hey, family, what can you say?" Luo Tianyu feigned anger and looked at Luo Chuan, "It would be a real pity if I kept the two of them in that big place in the stable. My uncle is old. Just guarding this one-third of an acre of Baitong City, you can ride Xiao Hei through the mountains and rivers, and I feel sorry for Xiao Bai."
Luo Chuan smiled slightly and looked at the people on both sides of the road. In fact, he had seen many such scenes since he became the prefect of Li County. From the initial discomfort, to becoming accustomed to it, and now, after returning from Heyu City , he had a different experience.
He gradually understood what such silent kowtows meant to these people.
It is a kind of helpless and faith-general prayer.
The more Luo Chuan looked at it, the heavier he felt in his heart, and he truly understood what it meant to be as heavy as a mountain.
Luo Tianyu saw that he was silent for a long time, and after following his gaze, he seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and whispered, "I still remember when I came to Baitong with my brother. This city was in a dilapidated state." He stretched out his hand and gestured on the street, "At that time, the war was not over yet. Starting from the front and going south, everything was destroyed. The streets were filled with smoke and dust. There were gullies and broken walls everywhere. Corpses were everywhere. The people in the city were everywhere. By that time, most of them could no longer even cry, and their eyes were filled with despair and numbness..."
"The people at that time may be old now, but most of them should still be here. They should all remember what my brother said here, the first words since entering the city," Luo Tianyu pointed to the surroundings. The common people suddenly sighed, "He bowed to the street where the people gathered and said that Luo Tianen, the prefect of Li County, was late and asked the people to atone for their sins!"
He smiled as he spoke, "At that time, I was filled with rage and just wanted to lead my troops to the Hundred Thousand Mountains as soon as possible, just like Wang Ming did some time ago, burning his mother on fire. Yes, where are the common people in my eyes? But when I saw those common people getting up and kneeling towards my brother one by one, crying loudly, I realized that someone could really make a dead city rebuild with just one word. After I came back to life, it was also at that time that I realized that what could help me defend this Baitong was not just the swords in the hands of the soldiers, but more importantly, the people behind these soldiers."
Luo Tianen turned around and looked at Luo Chuan, smiling more and more heartily, "Yesterday, my uncle complained that you secretly ran to Heyu City. His anger was true, but deep down in his heart, it was more of admiration. Living in troubled times, I, Luo Tianen, The Luo family is lucky to have people like you and your son."
Luo Chuan turned away and looked at the silent people on both sides of the road again. It was as if he had traveled through time and space in an instant. He vaguely saw the man in rich clothes standing on the street corner, saluting the people. At that moment, he bent down, but as if Standing upright against the sky and the earth, he held up the sky for the people kneeling in front of him.
"How dare he, a scholar who has never even worn armor a few times..." Luo Chuan murmured.
Luo Tianyu couldn't laugh anymore. His eyes were red and he looked into the distance, as if something was choking his throat.
All the way north, everyone left the city in silence. When they crossed the moat, Luo Chuan reined in his horse, turned around, clasped his fists towards Luo Tianyu and said, "Uncle, please stay."
Luo Tianyu clasped his fists and bowed on the horse, and the two of them said goodbye casually like wealthy people in the world.
Luo Chuan flicked his whip, and the black horse galloped away, heading towards the rows of steel torrent lined up on the official road not far away, showing no sign of cowardice or retreat.
Behind him, gourd Taoist priests Du Bo'an and Qian Xue got on their horses and said goodbye to Luo Tianen. Tu Shan hugged the little Taoist boy and also got on a war horse. The three cavalry galloped after him, bringing a cloud of smoke with them.
Then, the sound of thousands of iron armors of Lijun Qingqi striking against each other came in unison, like a muffled thunder.
The god who greeted them seemed to have returned.
Luo Tianyu just sat on the back of the white horse and watched quietly. Luo Yiran, who had not known when he got on the horse again, came over to join him and said softly, "Dad, when we separated today, the prefect said that when we meet again, let me call him brother." ."
"Well," Luo Tianyu smiled, but his eyes were always on the Lijun Qingqi in the distance, "He is your brother."
Luo Yiran, who was obviously wearing normal clothes but still seemed to be wearing armor while sitting on the horse, also looked at the steel lion in the distance, "He obviously looks like someone who will be liked by everyone who sees him, but he is lonely." , it seems..."
"It's like his mother..." Luo Tianyu's eyes were a little dazed, looking at Lijun Qingqi who was walking away in the distance, "He was thrown into that kind of place since he was a child, a lonely child, without any He was protected by his parents and relatives, and suffered a lot of bullying. Now, we want him to stand in front of everyone and bear everything in this bastard world... After all, we owe him..."
Luo Yiran looked at the smoke and dust gradually disappearing in the north, and pursed his lips.
