Meng Taguo killed the envoys of Daliang. The blood was spattered on the edict and turned black when it dried.
A war unprecedented in a century broke out on the southwest border. The Manya Pass was lost, the Wuyin Pass was in danger, and a hole was torn open in the defense line of the Canglan Mountains.
Mu Chongyuan had just taken over the military power left by his father. His foundation was not stable, his food and salary had been withheld, and the impeachment memorials came faster than the reinforcements. He has a dead game in his hands, and every move is filled with life.
Ye Luoying came down from Qingcheng Mountain with a knife. The only daughter of the head of the clan, her sword skills surpassed those of the younger generation. Forty Qingcheng disciples followed her. She is not here to save anyone, she is here to protect the Qingcheng Sect's roots in the southwest for a hundred years.
They met on the battlefield.
Three hundred people walked through the miasma forest, she led the way, and he led the way. Eight thousand people were trapped in the valley, and she dug out of the encirclement every night to extend their lives. During the six-day and six-night march on the Dark River, she was at the front exploring the way, and he was in the middle to stabilize the morale of the six thousand men.
From refusing to accept each other's debts to handing over their backs, from fighting the enemy side by side to dying in desperate situations. She gave him eyes and he gave her an iron wall.
On the day the war ended, two people who had endured everything recognized each other in silence.
