The Xia army was like a swift cold iron arrow, shot out from the north with a strong desire to serve the country, piercing the sky of the Great Xia Dynasty and heading to the front line quickly. But even if they were fast, riding strong horses, it would take about seven days to reach the battlefield.

This time is not long for Daxia and Nanshang, because this battle will last at least half a year. If Nanshang wants to conquer Daxia, even if it has an advantage, it will slow down because of the desperate Daxia people and the Nanshang's preparedness to attack other countries.

In the direction of the Xia family army, there are many cities that are ready for battle. The merchants are ready to gather food and grass at any time under the call of the city lord, but no one wakes up in the early morning, because the night is still dark and the morning light is far away. But there are always some people who stand in a position that no one can see, and have a heart that no one can understand. That is the ancestral precepts, the responsibility, the youthful vigor, and the unwillingness to become a bandit!

In front of the numerous cities is the second line of defense of Daxia - Xiyang City! It is a western city. Although there is no desert and no smoke around it, the city wall before the sunrise looks extremely deserted because of the black bricks and the emptiness. On the city wall, there is a young man standing alone. He puts his hands behind his back and looks into the distance with his eyes under his sword-like eyebrows. Although he can only see darkness and the vague shapes of several large trees, the battlefield hundreds of miles away has already emerged in his mind.

It was a trench tens of thousands of meters long, built very concealed, and the cavalry that Nan Shang was proud of would step on it and fall into it, accepting the baptism of swords and knives from the death squad soldiers. There were countless traps on the ground behind it. As the defending party, Da Xia had made a lot of preparations some time ago. Everything was ready before, and all that was missing was the army to press on and charge.

No matter what, Daxia could not escape the desperate struggle, and sacrifice was inevitable. But the scale of sacrifice was hard for the young emperor to imagine. He did not know how many people would cry and faint at home after the first day of the war, and how many corpses would be piled up outside the city in the night.

Looking up at the sky, the young emperor felt powerless and panicked, and could only entrust his hopes to his soldiers. The emperor regretted that Eunuch Mu was old, so he asked him to stay in Zhenxun. But when he came to Xiyang, he found that without Eunuch Mu by his side, he made many decisions reluctantly and without confidence.

He sighed. It would be dawn in just two hours. The 1.2 million troops were probably ready and would be delivered to him soon. As an emperor, he had to pay special attention to every move and every look, because he had to stabilize the morale of the army. If he was confused, this war would end in failure ahead of time.

"Hello."

On the stairs beside the city wall, a personal guard hiding in a corner was about to stop a hunched figure approaching the emperor, but was stopped by the cultivator beside him. The latter hissed, and the hunched figure that appeared out of nowhere was able to walk safely to the emperor's side.

The young emperor was heroic and steady. He was not surprised by the old man's arrival, and he didn't even look back, but he had guessed who he was. The light steps and the unique scent of the sachet on his body made the emperor feel like he was back in the familiar imperial study. He would review hundreds of documents every morning, and when he was tired, he would stand up and look out the window at the night. The owner of the scent of the sachet would bring him a bowl of soothing soup to replenish his energy.

"Why are you here?"

"This old slave has always been by His Majesty's side."

"You disobeyed the king's order."

The emperor looked at Eunuch Mu, who was a head shorter than him and habitually hunched over, and realized that he had been following him. If he were in Zhenxun, in the palace, Eunuch Mu would definitely kneel down and beg for forgiveness. But now, Eunuch Mu was leaning on his crutches, looking in the direction he had looked before, with a myriad of emotions in his heart.

"I knew that His Majesty needed me, so I took the initiative to follow him."

Eunuch Mu had assisted three generations of kings, and now he was with Si Yi. His feelings towards her were more than just those of a king and his subject, but he also had a subtle feeling for her. However, as a eunuch, he never expressed it in words.

"Whatever."

The emperor was silent for a long time before he said:

"You have worked hard for the country all your life."

"It is my honor. It is my blessing to accompany His Majesty here and witness the courage of the soldiers of Daxia."

It was not the first time that Eunuch Mu had seen such a scene, nor was it the first time that he had faced the danger of national destruction. But this time he felt extremely uneasy, for the first time in his life, as if the sky had fallen, and the demons had stopped threatening to take his life and many other lives away. They would pierce them through sharp hooks, put them into the furnace like meat, and eat them all as snacks after they gave off their fragrance.

There are many lives in the wilderness, and it doesn't matter if there are millions of people, just as there have been many countries in history, but they have all been turbulent in history, disappearing or rebuilt. The current moment is a node in history. Whether it will develop in a straight line or take a detour and be reborn depends on the decisions and efforts made by those who create history.

Si Yi and Eunuch Mu had a great understanding. Over the past ten years, since the former ascended the throne, they had gradually developed such a tacit understanding, including being silent at the same time and thinking the same questions. They felt a kind of fearlessness in each other's face, and they were neither happy nor sad at the moment, just waiting for the light to shine in the east behind them, waiting for the sunrise.

Si Yi could not judge the outcome of this war, but Eunuch Mu always felt that this war would ignite the most fierce fire, and Daxia would not perish in it, but would be reborn. Facing the powerful Southern Merchants, Eunuch Mu did not know why he thought so, but he just felt that it was as if the heavens had eyes and would not bear to let an ambitious young emperor like Si Yi die at this age when it was difficult to achieve anything.

As long as Daxia still exists, even if he leaves, Eunuch Mu has taught Si Yi the last lesson in times of crisis. He can also hand over the country to him with complete peace of mind. He has finally lived up to the expectations of the late emperor! At that time, it was said that "Eunuch Mu is here, like a mirror beside the emperor." Now the emperor is still that bloodline, but the mirror is almost broken and has finally come to an end. And the mirror never complained, but was just thankful, because the emperor in his eyes has all the advantages of emperors of all dynasties, and the disadvantage is only his young age. But this will become his strength in the future, because he is young, so he can sit on the throne for many more years.

They stood there for a long time, without saying a word, just looking west. The guard at the corner of the stairs didn't understand why, but the practitioner understood something. However, the light behind him gradually became stronger, breaking through the night and approaching the earth!

The light from the east was not that dazzling, but it suddenly attracted Si Yi's eyes and made him turn around to look. When he turned his head again, there was a stream of light in his eyes, like a cold ray, or like an arrow across the air.

"The war is about to begin, and the time to test Daxia has come!"