The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 808: The soul wandering in the wasteland

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Three thousand soldiers watched as Chen Qian brought in three stunning women.

They were just curious and stunned for a moment, then lowered their heads and carefully grilled the mutton on the fire.

Wu Ling'er was a very brave person, and she was not afraid of anything, so she just glanced at the large group of people and followed Chen Qian to a bonfire outside.

Wu Ling'er's eyes fell on the yurt three feet away. Her eyes narrowed slightly. There was blood flowing in the yurt.

Chen Qian put down the knife in his hand, followed Wu Ling'er's line of sight, and said lightly: "Huangren, kill twenty-two Huangren, throw the bodies inside, and wait until they can leave. Burned with fire, clean."

Wu Ling'er frowned, "Now Huangren is a subject of the Wu Dynasty."

Chen Qian turned over the mutton on the bonfire and grinned coldly, "Subjects? They are not subjects. What they are planning is to assassinate Ding'anbo!"

Wu Ling'er was startled, and Chen Qian said again: "You just came to this autonomous region? Ding Anbo beat these desolate people to pain. I don't know how many desolate people want to kill Ding Anbo. If you want to This autonomous region can be stable for only one or two years... I don’t think it will be possible.”

After saying this, he grabbed the knife on the ground, cut a roasted leg of lamb and handed it to Wu Ling'er, "You divide it among yourselves..."

Nishang took the leg of mutton, took the sword and started cutting it. Wu Ling'er asked: "You mean, these barren people still intend to restore the country?"

"Of course, although Ding'anbo captured their emperor, the desert people are different from us. They are barbaric and loyal to the emperor."

Seemingly thinking of General Peng, Chen Qian shook his head and laughed at himself, "Their loyalty is limited to the threat of force. Ding Anbo is still too kind, so we helped Ding Anbo do this job."

"What's your surname, general?"

"The person who cuts grass has no name or surname."

"...Then, do you know where to find Ding'anbo?"

"He must be in Yuxiu City, the former Huangting."

Wu Ling'er asked a little embarrassedly: "Then... can the general take us to Yuxiu City?"

Chen Qian waved his hand decisively, "I won't go."

"Why?"

"We are grass cutters, Miss. Why are we going to Yuxiu City?"

"Oh...how to get to Yuxiu City?"

"Go north, be careful on the road. There are many wanderers and bandits in the desert, but you are too bold to come to this poor place without bringing more guards."

Wu Ling'er smiled, took the mutton handed over by Nishang and ate it in large gulps.

"We came to seek refuge with our relatives. The three of us ran a little faster, but the guards were still behind and could not keep up."

Chen Qian frowned and glanced at Wu Ling'er, thinking that he had never heard that the Wu Dynasty sent officials to manage the Chile River, but he had heard that Ding'anbo used barren people to manage the barren people. The first governor was the younger brother of the former emperor of the deserted country.

He didn't think much about it, it had nothing to do with him, he just came to cut grass and take a look at the general's grave.

Today, Yanshan Pass is still open, and the bullet marks on the wall are still shocking.

Xinzhou City was reduced to rubble in that explosion, and even Anguo Duke's Mansion was gone.

The people who left Xinzhou City did not come back. They temporarily settled down in Pingling County and Quyi County. Perhaps they have some resentment towards the general, and I am afraid that they will not come back even after Xinzhou City is rebuilt.

Some things are like this. Once your heart is cold, it is not so easy to warm it back up.

Just like their lone army of 3,000 people, they wandered aimlessly in the wilderness, cutting grass, killing sheep, eating meat, and living in confusion until one day, there was no one left in the wilderness. There is grass to beat, but no sheep to kill.

What then?

No one thought about it then.

After serving as soldiers for so many years, they have been burdened with shame. They have no future.

They were actually dead. They were defeated at Yanshan Pass, at Xinzhou City, on top of Songgang, after learning about the conspiracy against Ding Anbo.

What kind of soldier is this?

What was the fight?

They have lost faith and hope, and are even too embarrassed to go back to see their fellow villagers.

They had no choice but to come here and became wandering souls in this lonely wasteland.

The sumptuous lunch ended in silence. Chen Qian cut off another leg of lamb and gave it to Wu Ling'er.

"It's still a thousand miles away from Yuxiu City. Take some food with you on the way. Be careful of deserted people. Goodbye."

"Where are you going next?"

"...don't know."

"Why don't we go together? Even if we just give us a ride, it would be good."

When Chen Qian thought about it, it seemed to make sense.

"Then let's go."

"Thank you!"

Chen Qian was startled, thank you... He smiled hoarsely, it seemed that people like him were of some use.

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Blue sky and white clouds.

The grassland in May shows its plump side.

The meadow is getting thicker and greener, and the flowers are getting more and more beautiful.

The water of the Xiao River becomes more and more green. The corpses that were left on both sides of the Xiao River, those of the enemy, have been burned by a fire and turned into nutrients for the flowers and plants, while those of the Divine Sword Army have been buried in this Xiao River. Next to the river, a huge monument was erected.

This monument tells the story of the great war that took place here in March. If it hadn't been for it, no one would have been able to tell that this was once the main battlefield, and hundreds of thousands of people had died.

The vitality of the grassland is so vigorous, and there is no trace of the battle that took place outside Guyun City in early April.

The northern frontier army of more than 200,000 people, led by General Peng Chengwu, fought thirty miles outside Guyun City with the returning army of more than 200,000 Heavenly Swordsmen from the Desolate Country.

Peng Chengwu did not choose to defend the city. Perhaps under the setting sun, he resolutely rushed towards the Tiandao Army.

Fu Xiaoguan and dozens of people are standing here at the moment.

He looked at the sunset on the horizon, thinking that when Peng Chengwu left, it was under the **** setting sun.

This must be an earth-shattering battle. Half a million troops fought fiercely in this huge wilderness. At that time... this place was covered with snow, but now, this place is already covered with lush grass.

The blood stains are naturally invisible. The corpses of Huang Huang and the soldiers of the northern frontier army were also burned. Only Peng Chengwu's corpse was buried by the First Excalibur Army under Fu Xiaoguan's order. A hill here breaks up.

There is also a monument erected in front of the tomb, but there is only the name Peng Chengwu on the monument, and the rest is blank.

"I don't know what to write. After much thought, I'd better let future generations write it."

Fu Xiaoguan touched the tombstone, lit a pair of fragrant wax, respectfully placed it in front of the tombstone, and burned a lot of paper money.

"Burying you here is to let you see the future changes of this place, and also to keep you further away from me."

"Because... I really didn't promise you anything. Now that you are at ease, continue to watch with peace of mind. Everything will be fine."

"As beautiful as these summer flowers!"