Chapter 1763

Together, they fought against the nomadic militia with strong fighting capacity over there.

Therefore, the aborigines of the ethnic groups over there also came to see Qin and Jin off.

A simple cross-country truck was used to transport the coffins of Qin and Jin Dynasties. The winding funeral procession finally arrived at the mostag mountains in the northwest of the Far East, which is the upper reaches of the vahan River, where Pakistan controlled Kashmir and Afghanistan meet.

The cold wind, whistling on Jun Lin's love face, is like a knife cutting, freezing tears, forming an upside down glacier on her eyes. She is wearing a thick sheep felt hair scarf, while min Yichen is not afraid of the cold. She only wears a thin leather windbreaker at an altitude of 5000 meters.

"It's a glacier." Junlin love said to her husband, the breath is full of white water mist.

Min Yichen also saw the wide and long glacier.

In this season, a thin layer of ice has formed on the river, and the biting ice water flows slowly under the ice. According to the water burial etiquette of muslin, this will be the final destination of Qin and Jin Dynasties.

The Imam in white robe and white cap presided over a short funeral ceremony. Four soldiers carried the coffin covered with the Far East flag out of the car and put them into a boat. The boatman carried the four soldiers to the deep waters of the mouth of the glacier.

Jun Lin AI and min Yichen watched the last sinking of Qin and Jin Dynasties. When the soldiers lifted the coffin covered with the national flag and sank gently into the bottom of the river, Junlin love cried bitterly, although she did not stop crying.

The hot tears melted the glacier in the corner of the eye, and soon formed a new glacier.

The only thing min Yichen can do is to wipe the frozen tears for his wife, and then hold her in his arms and touch her abdomen.

The sunshine of the cold region, sprinkled on the glacier, like a layer of broken stones, shining on the coffin of Qin and Jin Dynasties, where it sank.

Goodbye, Qin and Jin Dynasty...

rest in peace, our great hero...

after the funeral, min Yichen held Jun Lin AI.

"King comes to love!"

And it was just then.

A woman's voice, very abrupt ring in Jun Lin love and min Yi Chen behind.

The couple turned back at the same time. Junlin love saw a local woman dressed up and got off the horse. The woman's eyes were cold and she was not very friendly.

The woman was wearing a thick camel hair scarf with dark skin and cashmere robe. Due to the long-term wind and sun, the woman's face was very red and bloody.

Who is she?

Junlin love is very strange to her, up and down looked at the strong woman, not sure if it is a female soldier in the Qin Jin army.

"What are you, please?" King Lin loves to calm down his inquiry.

Without saying a word, the woman stepped forward and put a wooden box in her hand into the hand of king Lin love.

Holding the wooden box in his hand, Junlin AI understood that it might be a relic of the Qin and Jin Dynasties.

The woman spoke unkindly.

"He didn't leave anything. You know, money, property and other things are not important to him. I cleaned up his dormitory. After cleaning up, I found this was related to you and brought it here."

Jun Lin was stunned and looked at the wooden box in his hand. It was seriously worn, but he carefully wiped and repaired it. It was obvious that Qin Jin cherished the contents.

Min Yichen looked at the woman in silence, and the woman said nothing next. She walked to the bank silently and looked at the place where the sunshine scattered a layer of shining light in the distance -- the wahan glacier, the burial place of Qin and Jin Dynasties.

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