Chapter 1326

In the world of the Fu nationality, the army is resting in place. This war is more difficult than they think.

Originally, they thought that as long as they broke the export, they could easily rush into the "delicious" world and start killing crazily.

This is not a war for them, but a feast of delicious food!

However, the reality of cruelty, but severely hit in their face!

The world, which they regarded as food, fought back so fiercely, not only preventing their invasion plan, but also sealing the entrance.

Even, they hurt their king.

The Titan with the golden tent sat quietly on the ground. The empress of the Fu nationality has been sent back to the gold tent. Outside the golden tent, many black Fu commanders are kneeling in silence.

They waited quietly until a fierce cough came from the golden tent, and they did not look up.

"My king!"

They are concerned about the way.

"I'm not dead yet." In the golden tent, the voice of the queen of the Fu nationality came.

From her voice, it was impossible to judge her injury. That calm, no waves.

"My king, now that the entrance is closed, we..." A black symbol leads the hesitant way.

"Seal? Hum A scornful sneer from the queen of the Fu nationality. "A seal, like stopping the pace of my family? It's just a dream. "

Kneeling outside the golden tent, the black amulet commanders exchanged eyes with each other, and did not understand the meaning of the queen of the Fu clan.

"No matter what method you use, you must break the seal as soon as possible." Ordered by the queen of the Fu nationality.

In the eyes of the commanders, they could not refute the Queen's order, so they had to brave their heads and try to find a way.

……

Linchuan, the bottom of Wuwei sea.

The water here, which has been drained, has become a basin.

Maybe, in a thousand years, it will be full of rain and form an inner sea again. It is also possible that instead of water, it grows vegetation and becomes a forest.

With the vicissitudes of time, nothing is unchangeable.

The battle here is over, and all the invading runes have been wiped out.

It is a pity that the characteristics of the runes make them become nothing after their death, and even the chance of whipping corpses to vent their hatred is not left to the gods and demons.

However, this is still a battlefield!

The corpses of the Fu clan disappeared, but the bodies of Linchuan soldiers and Demons soldiers still covered the bottom of the Wuwei sea.

After the fierce war, all that remains is sadness.

The living people, all silent stand in this sea of corpses, speechless, do not want to say.

After the battle, the soldiers of Linchuan countries, who were thrown out of the sea of Wuwei, dragged their tired bodies back slowly Or climb, or walk into the bottom of the Wuwei sea.

The war is over, but their mission is not over.

They have to take back the bones of their comrades in arms.

At dusk, the calm sky has already been restored, and the orange afterglow sprinkles on this land, coloring the battlefield with a layer of magnificent color.

Mu Qingge stands in the corpse, holding a delicate gun. The wind blows her robe and makes hunting sound. In her ear, there was a burst of suppressed, forbearance of crying.

She didn't go to see it, but she knew that it was the grief of the living people who found the bodies of their fellow countrymen, fellow countrymen and even brothers and relatives.

Her back is still tall and straight, the sky does not collapse, the earthquake does not bend.

However, in this scene, there is more desolation and loneliness.

Si Mo stands beside her, did not disturb, just accompany quietly. He can feel the murmura at the moment, the mood in his heart is very complex, but he does not know why she suddenly so.

Is it because of these soldiers who died in the war?

Linchuan soldiers, in the body of their comrades in arms, people in the land of gods and demons, the same is true.

As if it was the only thing they could do and wanted to do at the moment.

For a long time, mu Qingge's line of sight dropped slowly and fell on a covered body in front of him.

There's nothing special about the body, it's just a tragic death. What makes mu Qingge's eyes light stay on him is just because there is a thumb sized brand on his broken armor.

Mu Qingge is very familiar with this brand.

She bent down, pulled the sign from the body and held it in the palm of her hand. On the front of the sign, there is a word of "Mu", and on the back is his name and native place.

This is the military card of the Mujia army, and its only function is to distinguish the identity of the enemy and ourselves when clearing the battlefield, help the martyrs to gather their bones and send them home.

Behind him, the sound of footsteps came and stopped by mu Qingge.

"How many people died in mujiajun?" She knew his identity without going to see people. It's her grandfather, the commander-in-chief of Mu Jiajun, Mu Xiong.

Mu Xiong's armor is covered with scars, blood and dirt. His helmet is missing, and his shoulder armor is broken.In his hands, however, he held on to ten ropes. At the end of the ropes, each of them was hung with the same brand as the military card of MuQing singer.

These signs are covered with blood, which has dried up and can't be wiped off.

Hearing mu Qingge's words, Mu Xiong said: "your father and brother are still counting. All the 10000 mu family troops stationed in Luodu have gone to the war. Now there are 3762 corpses that have been recovered." His eye light, falls in the Mu light song's hand, in the eye tear light flash, the hard voice way: "plus your hand this, should be 3763."

Mu Qingge's heart is sour, and his eyes turn red. She clenched her teeth and clenched her lips, and the veins between her forehead burst.

She didn't know whether she had seen all the ten thousand mujiajun who went to the war. However, when Mu Xiong said the data of 3763, what came to her mind was the picture of her choosing her own guards from the Mujia army, fighting with them and drinking with them.

The simple and persistent faces and simple smiles disappeared in the war.

"Grandfather, I hate war." Mu light song choked.

When she said this, tears had filled her eyes, but she was forced to bear it and did not fall.

She doesn't fear war, but she hates war!

Mu Xiong smiles silently, but his smile is very sad. "Those who have not been on the battlefield will never know the cruelty of the battlefield. How many white bones are needed behind the military achievements? Ge'er, although our mujiajun was born to fight, no one is warlike. Today's World War I, you should not think too much and don't feel guilty. This is our own choice and we are willing to. All of them are good sons of my mujiajun and heroes of Linchuan. "

Hero!

Mu light song raised her head and looked at the rose colored sky. The tears in her eyes were swallowed into her heart.

"Emperor mu, excuse me. I want to ask, is this entrance completely sealed? "

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