There was no point in continuing. Chu Qiao turned away coldly and was about to leave, but Yan Xun grabbed her arm. The man finally took off the coldness and imperial majesty on his face and shouted angrily: "What do you want? Are you going to find him? Are you in love with him?"
Chu Qiao turned around silently and looked at the familiar outline of Yan Xun. She seemed to see the young man in blue at the Chishui Lake again. She shook her head slowly and whispered, "Yan Xun, I don't know if this is love. I only know that I care about you and I can't stand others hurting you. I take your dream as my dream, and I follow your pace. I always consider you first in everything I do. If you are happy, I am happy, and if you are lost, I am sad. I can forgive your mistakes and failures, and I can help you make up for all the mistakes you have made. My biggest dream is to see your wish come true. I am stranded in a foreign land, without any relatives or friends. For many years, you are the whole meaning of my existence and the most important person in my life."
Yan Xun was immediately moved when he heard this. His palms became very hot and he tightly grasped Chu Qiao's arm, slightly excited and trembling.
However, Chu Qiao said immediately, "But now I am confused. Is everything I have done worth it? Have I seen you clearly? Yan Xun, you have become a slave to power. Since you returned to Yanbei, you have begun to doubt. You doubt me, Mr. Wu, Miss Yu, the envoy of the Southwest Town Government, the Datong Association, and everyone who threatens you in terms of power. I don't believe that you don't know my loyalty to you, and I don't believe that you don't know Mr. Wu's support for you. You are just afraid and feel that our existence will threaten your position, so you try every means to find excuses for yourself and exclude us. Your resentment , your worries are just for your selfishness, to find a high-sounding reason for your cleansing. Even if there is no Zhuge Yue today, it will be someone else. You always find all kinds of sins for me. Yan Xun, I don’t blame you for killing Zhuge Yue, I just blame you for being too mean. You shouldn’t trample on my loyalty to you and the feelings between us, and you shouldn’t use such mean means against me. "Chu Qiao climbed onto the warhorse, and before leaving, she took a deep look at Yan Xun and said solemnly, "As you wish, I will go to find him now. I warn you for the last time, if he dies in Yanbei, I will never forgive you in this life. "
There was a howling sound from the wind, and Chu Qiao's fur coat fluttered in the air. The girl gave a low shout, and her horse instantly galloped away. The soldiers of the Xiuli Army followed behind her, and the snow and fog flew wildly, blending into the wind and snow.
Yan Xun stood there with a cold and silent expression for a long time, like a stone tablet.
He felt as if something in his heart suddenly burst, and he could vaguely hear the sound of shattering. The wanton murderous aura rushed out, dyeing his dark eyes red.
Someone quietly walked up behind him and asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, General Cheng sent out scouts and said that Lord Chu stopped us on the other side of the Moli River. What should we do now?"
The cold wind blew across the corners of Yan Xun's clothes. In a trance, he seemed to see the faces of his parents, as well as the princes and nobles in gorgeous clothes in front of the Jiuyou Stage...
"Notify Cheng Yuan to lead his troops around the mountains in western Fujian immediately and intercept Zhuge Yue on the Chishui Ice Lake."
The man hesitated slightly and asked, "What if Lord Chu also arrives?"
A gleam of light like a blade flashed in Yan Xun's narrowed eyes. After a long moment, he uttered a few cold words in a deep voice, "No matter what the cost, Zhuge Yue must be killed."
The war eagle screamed miserably, and a bloodthirsty red light appeared under the gloomy sky.
The sound of fierce fighting came from the front. He Xiao ran back with red eyes and shouted: "Sir, Cheng Yuan's army is blocking the way at the foot of Minxi Mountain. Your Majesty's army has passed through. General Zhuge is on Qianzhang Lake."
The cold wind blew harder and harder, and the sky and earth were filled with the desolate roars of wild beasts. Chu Qiao pursed her lips, looked down at He Xiao who was covered in blood, and said slowly: "He Xiao, can you kill a way out for me?"
"Sir," He Xiao knelt down on one knee with a tough expression, and said in a sonorous tone, "Our lives are yours, please go with peace of mind. The Southwest Town Government has sent 2,000 soldiers and will not let you down."
A strong feeling of emotion suddenly surged from her heart. Looking at the soldiers with tough eyes behind He Xiao, Chu Qiao felt as if her heart was being boiled by boiling oil.
She had only saved their lives once, and because they were afraid that Yan Xun would lose the support of the people, they had followed her without regrets ever since, and had saved her from desperate situations several times. As long as she gave an order, no matter whether it was right or wrong, they would always carry it out without hesitation. They are her subordinates, her swords, and her most loyal relatives. No matter what she does, they will never betray her, always stand firmly behind her, and point their swords at all enemies who are not good to her.
This kindness was too heavy, and it made her breathless. Chu Qiao jumped off the horse, held He Xiao's hand, and tried hard to hold back the tears in her eyes. She said slowly and sincerely, "He Xiao, thank you."
"Sir, to us, your safety is more important than the entire Simon Continent. Even if the world collapses and the country falls, as long as you are still here, we have the confidence to continue to persevere. So, even if it is for us, please take care of yourself."
Chu Qiao nodded silently, her eyes sweeping across the faces of those taciturn soldiers one by one, and finally, she looked firmly in the direction of the Minxi Mountains. High on the snow-capped peak stands a majestic holy temple. Inside the temple, two goddesses stand back to back, gazing at the entire Yanbei land with distant gazes, like two sacred lamps.
Chu Qiao turned over and jumped onto the warhorse, clasping her fists and saying in a firm tone: "Everyone! Please!"
The soldiers shouted in unison: "Take care, sir!"
The desolate wind blew their fur coats up, Chu Qiao shouted loudly, and the horses galloped away in an instant. He Xiao and his soldiers followed closely behind, rushing forward towards the vast snowfield.
The sound of the horn echoed across the land. Cheng Yuan led the Black Hawk Army to stand on the embankment outside the Thousand-foot Lake, surrounding Zhuge Yue's army of less than 10,000 people. Dense arrows shot at the troops on the ice in the center of the lake like an erupting volcano.
Those crossbows had been processed and improved by Chu Qiao, and their power was terrifyingly strong. Yue Da led the Yue Guards to gather around the commander. The people standing in the front instantly became sieves full of holes, and screams and wails spread across the earth. Yue Jiu rushed forward with his sword in hand, shouting for war, but Cheng Yuan ignored him and just kept giving orders to shoot.
The bodies of the Moon Guards fell down in rows like falling straws. Facing such a force, they had no power to fight back. But despite this, the warriors continued to rush forward. Without shields or cover, they used their bodies to buy survival time for their commander.
The blood dyed the snow in the center of the lake red, winding across the entire ice field. Because of Huo An's report, 200,000 Black Hawk troops ambushed here early. This was no longer a war but a bloody massacre. Arrows rained down like locusts and the sharp sound of breaking through the air filled the entire space. The disparity in power and the geographical disadvantage made the Moon Guards completely lose the ability to fight back. The breath of death came like a tide and the corpses gradually piled up into a hill. The living people fell to the ground and groaned miserably. Gradually, the figures inside were exposed, dim and vaguely visible.
Cheng Yuan licked his lips slightly, turned his head slightly, and quietly looked at Yan Xun who was standing in the crowd.
A tremendous military achievement was about to happen, and the Great Xia Army Marshal who dominated the northwest continent was about to die in his hands. Cheng Yuan was so excited that his palms were slightly sweaty.
At this moment, a sharp neighing of war horses was heard suddenly, and a rout appeared in the southeast corner. A loud alarm bell rang in the ears, and someone rushed in, holding a sword and wearing black armor, which was exactly the attire of the Xiuli Army.
"The Envoy of Southwest Town!"
Someone in the army exclaimed, and Cheng Yuan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said fiercely: "It's them again!"
Just as he was about to order his archers to deal with the Xiu Li Army, a deep voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Yan Xun came forward at some point and said slowly and solemnly, "Surround them, don't kill them all."
Cheng Yuan's heart moved, and he bowed quickly and said, "Yes, sir."
"Stop!" A cold and sharp voice suddenly sounded. Everyone looked up in surprise. In the southeast sky, a war horse suddenly raised its hooves, leaped over the heads of the soldiers who were fighting, and landed on the battlefield. The girl jumped off the horse with a sharp figure, strode into the middle of the two armies, and shouted loudly, "Stop!"
The soldiers of the Black Hawk Army all knew her and were afraid of shooting her, so they all stopped moving for a moment and turned to look at Yan Xun in fear.
"Yan Xun! Stop!" Chu Qiao stood in the middle, staring at him intently, and shouted loudly.
Yan Xun's eyes were gloomy. After a long while, he slowly said, "Ah Chu, get out of the way!"
Chu Qiao slowly opened her arms, looked at him with clear eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Kill me first."
"Xing'er, get out of the way."
A low and cold voice came from behind. Chu Qiao turned around abruptly, only to see Zhuge Yue standing in a pool of blood. The wound on his chest was bandaged with white cloth, but red liquid was still seeping out. He looked at her, his eyes were so peaceful, without the generosity of dying, without the anger of being attacked, but still cold and indifferent. He stood alone and proudly among his remnant troops, looking fearlessly at the soldiers of Yanbei.
Her eyes suddenly turned red. She shook her head stubbornly and whispered, "I'm sorry."
The sky and the earth were shrouded in endless flying snow. The vast white was set off by the tragic red, like a dazzling and gorgeous flower, blooming coldly on the ice field.
The sound of wind rang behind her ears, and arrows pierced through the continuous snow fog. She turned her head hastily and finally saw Yan Xun's arm drawing the bow behind her. The golden arrow came at her so quickly that she could even vaguely hear the sound of it breaking through the air. She had nowhere to hide and could not stop it. The cold wind blew through her clothes and her whole heart was cold. She watched him shoot out this fate of no return, as if the hand of fate had firmly grasped the figure in the snow and wind.
The scene slowly burned her eyes. The arrow grazed her neck, leaving a strange blood mark, and hit Zhuge Yue's chest, which had just been bandaged. A flower of blood gushed out instantly, exploding in mid-air with dazzling brilliance. The scalding temperature of the blood drop could even touch her cold cheek, and her breathing instantly stagnated. She stood there in a daze, staring at Zhuge Yue's lonely figure in the cold wind. Blood filled her eyes, and everything in front of her turned crimson.