Chapter 1276

In those faces, there are familiar, deja vu, and strangers who have never met.

In the wind and snow, they held torches and shouted, "please the God of war out of the mountain!"

The world is chaotic, and the cold land is in deep water. Only Xia Qingchen comes out of the mountain can save the people in the cold land.

Summer light dust is silent, tiptoe light, fall back to the earth.

"Tell them that there is no God of war in the world. Let them all disperse." Xia Qingchen enters the hut, closes the door and goes back to the retreat.

When King Liang went against the world and had to execute him, the God of war had died.

The Xia Hou in zhongyun is the one who survived.

"Yes!"

The guard in front of the door sighed in his heart and arrived at the foot of the mountain to tell Xia Qingchen: "please spread out. Adults are secluded in the mountains and forests. Why should you persist without asking about dust?"

You bowed down for seven nights and said, "please tell Xia Hou that hundreds of millions of creatures in the cool environment are in deep water and hot, waiting for him to save."

The guard looked expressionless and asked, "Xia Hou has changed his course. He doesn't even count the people in the cool environment. What's the obligation to save the people in the cool environment?"

This

Jun Qiye and others were silent.

Yes, it's always their wishful thinking to ask Xia Qingchen to protect the cool environment, but does he have the obligation and responsibility?

What's more, once he was treated by the cool king, so that he was discouraged and went away.

Now the cold environment is in trouble. Don't they think it's too much to ask Xia Qingchen to come back and save them?

"Go away, sir. Since you have retired to the mountains and forests, why do you force people to be difficult?" The guard said earnestly.

Jun was silent for seven nights. He turned and looked at the torch with his face to the horizon behind him. He had a contradiction in his heart.

He really doesn't want to disturb Xia Qingchen, but Xia Qingchen doesn't come out. What can ordinary people do?

After pondering for a long time, he bent his left knee slowly and knelt down on one knee: "please the God of war out of the mountain!"

Shi Yanhu, who accompanied him, changed his face and immediately went to help him: "palace master, you can't!"

How old is the leader of the military palace? How can he easily bow down to people?

The others came forward to help and shouted No.

Jun was as steady as Mount Tai for seven nights and remained motionless: "the God of War didn't come out in a day, and I couldn't get up on my knees until the mountains and rivers in Liangjing were broken."

Poop——

Another sound of kneeling heavily came. Unexpectedly, Zhou Liufang and yazun didn't regret. They all knelt on one knee.

"Please, God of war!" They looked equally determined.

In today's world, the only person who can compete with Nu Tianyi is Xia Qingchen!

If he doesn't come out, the world is hard to decide.

Seeing this, Shi Yanhu and others also knelt down and shouted: "we wait, kneel down and ask the God of war to come out of the mountain!"

Baili Liang people, holding torches, knelt on one knee.

The wind is stronger.

The snow is more abundant.

In the howling wind and heavy snow, they all knelt down and shouted like a tsunami: "kneel and ask the God of war to come out of the mountain!"

The scene shook people's hearts.

Thousands of people, kneel down and ask a hidden God of war to come out of the mountain and save the common people!

Through the ages, in addition to the summer dust, who else?

However, Xia Qingchen closed his eyes and didn't hear anything outside the window.

He is determined to cut off the connection with the world.

Dada——

Until several fast horses, staring at the strong wind and stepping on the snow.

"The old God of war, see Lord Xia!" Sang Yu led a thousand soldiers, braved the wind and snow and came late: "God of war, we have sent letters under the command of commander Bai."

Xia Qingchen slowly opens his eyes, Bai zhantian?

I don't know whether he was far away from the chaos in southern Xinjiang after he was deprived of the position of commander.

As for his letter, you don't have to think about it. Is it to persuade him to go out of the mountain and fight for the cool territory?

After all, Bai zhantian loves Southern Xinjiang so much and is loyal to Liangjing.

He closed his eyes again and refused to ask.

Until sang Yu knelt sadly and shouted with tears: "God of war, commander Bai's last words, please have a look!"

Those present did not know that Bai zhantian had asked for orders for all the people and killed himself in front of the 400000 troops in the south of the building.

On his way to forget dust hill, sang Yu learned from the commander's guard who escaped from Tiannan city that Bai zhantian had fallen.

what?

Bai zhantian, dead?

The faces of Jun Qiye, Zhou Liufang, Yao Buhui and others changed.

Did the commander, who has shocked lounan for many years, die on the battlefield?

A great sadness whirled in their hearts.

Bai zhantian's position in southern Xinjiang is equivalent to that of Xia Qingchen in the cool environment. He is the pillar of Southern Xinjiang and almost the same as belief.

Is his fall a sign of the decline of the cold?

Shua——

Sang Yu bowed his head and his eyes were dripping with tears. When he was blurring, a sudden breeze came.

The snow in front of me, flying up and blocking my sight.

In the blur, a negative hand figure in blue royal clothes stood in the rotating wind and snow.

"How did he die?" The voice of the figure in royal guards is husky, heavy and lonely.

Xia Qingchen finally showed up.

It was hard for him to accept the fact that the old commander who was willing to be a sedan bearer and lift his feet for the sake of the cold environment died for his country.

Sangyu was excited, but more sad: "the commander used his life to exchange the lives of 40000 city guards trapped in Tiannan city. He reversed the star power and died in front of the enemy!"

The flying wind and snow became more prosperous, completely blocking the figure of Xia Qingchen and the expression on that face.

"Where's his letter?"

Sang Yu presented it with both hands, and the letter paper was immediately swept away by a cold wind and fell into Xia Qingchen's hands.

After opening, a letter with only a few lines came into sight.

"When you see this letter, maybe I'm dead."

"Sorry, I can't follow the steps of the God of war and protect the land in southern Xinjiang. I can only stop here."

"All the troops you cultivate are returned to you. They are all elite with potential. Only you can continue to cultivate them!"

"Finally, the God of war is tired. Forget the cold place and have a good rest from now on."

"That's all I say. I've gone..."

It turned out that Bai zhantian had expected that he would die with Tiannan city.

So before he died, he wrote a last words letter and dispatched all the Sangyu troops back to Xia Qingchen to arrange the aftermath.

At last, Xia Qingchen's calm heart strings trembled gently.

The last words of the old commander were not to let Xia Qingchen save the mountains and rivers in Liangjing, nor to protect millions of people.

But let the summer dust rest.

Sang Yu was full of tears: "my Lord, commander Bai, although he died, his body has been standing on the Tiannan city wall, facing Liangzhou City, dead but not fallen."

"He... Used his back to block the enemy for Southern Xinjiang!"

He told, but there was only wind and snow in his ears, and there was no sound.

Looking up, where is the shadow of summer light dust in the whirling wind and snow?

"Where's the God of war?"

"Where has your excellency gone?"

The crowd was full of wonder. They looked around, but they could no longer find the figure of Xia Qingchen.

Including the cottage, inside, empty!

Until a long time later, they came to the top of the forgotten dust hill, on the snow peak.

In front of a snow monument, there is a clear sword mark inside.

Dayan sword, once frozen here, disappeared without a trace, leaving only the residual sound of the sword, if hidden, if not ringing through the sky.

In August of the year of Shen, Xia Qingchen, the God of war, drew his sword out of the mountain!

(I have something to do today, one watch, and the remaining four watch will be transmitted tomorrow)