Soon, these 300 people will be torn to pieces by them.

Jia Huan did not look at these people. Before Sophia left, his eyes fell on the earthy mountain hundreds of feet away.

"Brother Huan..."

Qin Feng called out softly behind him.

Jia Huan looked back at him, and saw that his face was tense, his eyes were nervous and tragic.

This is most likely the case when others are exposed.

Xu Chong is still crying...

Jia Huan suddenly smiled and said, "How lucky I, Jia Huan, can meet all the brothers who live and die together!"

Wen Bo grinned with a black face and said, "Brother Huan, it's not time yet, let's talk about it when I get on the road.

Let's go and see Brother Ben, I miss him."

At this moment, no matter whether everyone regrets or not, there is no way out. Instead, they look one by one.

His eyes were faintly crazy.

Even Qin Feng was like this, and he shouted: "Brother Huan, let's go and see Brother Ben.

However, you can't stop silently. Let's sing the song to serve the country loyally.

It’s all right, I’ll remind Brother Ben, brothers are here to accompany him!”

"Yes! When I was in the grassland, I often sang to my brothers and taught them.

Now that they are all dead in battle, I want them to know that I have not left them, but went to see them."

Zhuge Dao no longer had the calmness of the past, and said loudly with a turbulent expression.

Jia Huan laughed, pulled out the sword from his waist with his backhand, pointed the sword at Tushan, and said loudly: "Okay!

Let’s tell Brother Ben that the brothers are here and pick him up home!

drive!!"

With a shout, the horse of war jumped out and galloped towards the earthen mountain.

Everyone followed behind him, and the military flag was fierce, and the heart-wrenching sound rang out on the thousands of miles of grassland.

"The wolf smoke rises

Looking northward

Dragon Flag Roll

The horse is neighing

Sword energy is like frost

I'm willing to defend my territory and open my borders again

China wants to make all sides

Come and congratulate!!"

...

Above the earthen mountain, a flagpole that once hangs prayer flags has long been abandoned.

On the bare flagpole, there was no prayer flag, but there was a person... covered in blood.

The armor was broken and was hung on the flagpole weakly, motionless.

His once fair and round face was covered in blood.

A pair of mung bean eyes, half open, never closed, with dry eyes, unconscious...

If the cracked lips had not been trembling gently, there would be no trace of vitality on this person.

He kept talking, talking.

But he was too weak and before his voice could be heard, it dissipated in the wind.

He was too tired, too tired, but he couldn't close his eyes and rest.

He is still persevering, persisting...

He originally thought that he would persevere until the day of his death, then closed his eyes and the body was pecked by vultures and rotted.

On the flagpole, it turned into a dead bone.

However, when the dark clouds in the sky shone on him through a ray of sunshine, he seemed to hear, and heard the song.

The already vague consciousness made him unable to tell whether it was illusory or real.

Until he tried his best to lift his head, which was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and through his messy hair, he saw the black cloud flag under the hillside, waving fiercely.

Two lines of tears slowly fell in my eyes that had been dry for a long time.

Seeing that brother who had thought about countless times day and night, he rode up and lost consciousness, and suddenly surged in his body, which made him finally shout the words that had been blown away by the wind:

"Brother Huan!"

"I'm not afraid of death!!"

"But, you can't be betrayed!!!"

Jia Huan, who had already rode his horse under the flagpole, stared at that face, and after hearing this, tears fell like rain!

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Chapter completed!