The fragments of memory were too heavy, gradually bending his back.

He looked out into the rain.

The dark blue flag was broken in one piece, but it was still held tightly in the hand of a soldier, standing firm.

Lang Zongyi looked around.

The sounds of swords clashing seem to still echo in my ears.

The smell of rotting corpses filled my nostrils.

The rain washed away some of the moisture.

This body was riddled with arrows and should have died, but he strangely possessed it and returned to life.

Lang Zongyi carefully considered each word: "Turanyi? General Turan of the Ming Dynasty?"

He managed to move half a step with difficulty.

When he saw the reflection in the puddle, he was somewhat shocked.

This face is remarkably similar to his.

It just looks a bit weathered.

In particular, a finger-length scar between his eyebrows and eyes made his face look fierce and menacing.

He wanted to speak.

But he found himself unable to speak.

Before he could figure out the situation...

Lang Zongyi found himself being pushed out of his body.

In his spirit form, he witnessed the corpse fall, lying in the pool of blood of his companion with whom he had shared life and death.

soon.

A group of cavalrymen rode in through the rain. The leading man in blue fell off his horse and knelt at a distance, not daring to approach.

A wolf howl suddenly rang out, growing louder as it approached.

Lang Zongyi looked at the gray wolf rushing towards him, panting as it led its iron cavalry through the rain.

The wolf curled up its forelimbs.

It first glared fiercely at Lang Zongyi, then tilted its head suspiciously.

Lang Zongyi's question was phrased as a question, but his tone was assertive: "You can see me?"

The gray wolf's tail twitched.

A look of pity suddenly appeared in his seemingly human-like eyes.

As the soldiers exclaimed in surprise.

The gray wolf pounced on the general's corpse, took a bite, and then ran away into the distance without turning its head.

"The general must suffer such humiliation even after his death?!"

"What an ungrateful wretch!"

"Strategist, allow us to kill them..."

The man in blue interrupted his indignant words and looked up in Lang Zongyi's direction.

He said, "Everything is preordained."

A strong wind was blowing.

It swept across the entire desert.

The heavy rain poured down like sharp swords.

The man in blue knelt straight on the ground.

Place your left palm on the back of your right hand, then place it on your forehead, keeping your shoulder and hand level, and bow respectfully.

"Guan Zian respectfully sees off General Turan."

Before he could finish speaking...

The cavalrymen all knelt down.

"Respectfully seeing off General Turan!"

The heavy rain was like countless whips.

It slapped everyone hard in the face.

This also struck a chord with Lang Zongyi.

Lang Zongyi couldn't quite describe his feelings; it was as if he were receiving the salute from the soldiers on behalf of the deceased general.

Does he deserve it?

Why did he come here?