In the traditional concept of the empire, leading a horse is a thing done by the servants, and it usually only happens to the two with huge differences in status, symbolizing the surrender of one person to the other. Liu Fusu is the general of the Red Blood Empire, and General Leng Yuan of the Heavenly General asked him to lead a horse. The meaning of this is self-evident.

Liu Fusu didn't say anything, reached out to hold the reins, and led the horse forward on the streets of thousands of people. All the dignity had been trampled by Leng Yuan, and it was worthless.

For all this, the people just stared silently, silently... They were staring at Leng Yuan, and Leng Yuan was also staring at them.

Leng Yuan hates Chang'an Central, there is no doubt about this. So, does she hate these civilians? To be honest, she also hates them.

It is not to vent their anger, but to mourn their misfortune, to anger them from not fighting, to hate them for willingly lying in the hypocritical peace created by the doves, to hate them for being indifferent and insensitive.

But can they really blame this? Who in this world likes war, and who likes separation and death? Everyone wants to live a good life, reunite with their family, and be with the people they love forever. They survived the disaster of the end of the world, showed their brightest smiles in this wasteland, looked for the rising sun, and lived the way they wanted, and who could deprive them of the right to find happiness?

Suddenly, accompanied by the cold winter wind, a sad song came:

The water is surging and the road is long.

It is difficult to support the elderly and carry the young.

Why are the people suffering from chaos?

I want to cross the long river and take a boat.

...

Leng Yuan looked over the song. An old man in rags was sitting on the street. He was holding a child who had just starved to death not long ago. He was so thin that his whole body was shrinking and his bones were left. He didn't know whether it was his own child or the poor man who had been displaced in this troubled world.

No matter which one it is, it is just a victim of the game between the North and Chang'an. He died namelessly in the turbulent times and storms. Only this old man is still mourning him with singing:

To establish great causes, the people are the basis.

The people will be safe and peaceful in the world.

The wind is rustling and the road is long.

Holding the sword and holding his head up, he asked the sky.

The heroes of ancient times have suffered a lot,

When will Kunpeng get a high rotation?

...

Leng Yuan stared at the singing old man and the dead child in her arms. She had long been accustomed to life and death and was suddenly surrounded by a huge sense of loneliness.

How many people are born with cold hearts, but they change people's hearts in troubled times, unwilling to die in ordinary times, unwilling to see evil people rampant, good people cry, and vow to punish evil and promote good, drive away evil and support righteousness, but in the end they are often not defeated by the enemy, but by time.

Life is short. Even if you hold the world in your hand and walk around the country, a lifetime will last for only a hundred years. How difficult and hasty it is to use these hundred years to cut off the turbulent times and return the world to peace.

Just as Leng Yuan's eyes were blurred, Liu Fusu suddenly spoke: "Yuan, I have something to ask for."

Leng Yuan came back to her senses and nodded to the old friend who had known each other for half her life: "You said."

Liu Fusu held his horse's back and turned to Leng Yuan, and a sad voice came: "Today I don't ask myself to live a life, I just want you to give these civilians hope to survive."

Leng Yuan looked at the civilians on both sides of the road, and all the complex emotions turned into sighs. Through spiritual energy, he conveyed instructions to the troops in Chang'an: the entire army must not violate the people and shall not hurt anyone.

After the order was conveyed, Liu Fusu seemed to have finished his wish and did not say a word to Leng Yuan. Only the sad song still echoed in the wind:

The minister cannot build a foundation.

He grows up and has no face to face his ancestors.

As the people follow each other, their ambitions become stronger.

I am unwilling to accept the unwillingness of the universe.

The horse is slow and the road is long.

The sound of yellow geese is cold in the evening clouds.

The autumn wind of Han Wu is strong,

Why should a hero sigh in his youth?

...

After almost 20 years of separation, Leng Yuan once again came to the Empire Hall. Suddenly, she remembered the first time she stepped into here. It was a chaotic world of 7 years of collapse. The former Grand Marshal here went against the crowd and promoted the new Hawk General, and handed over the epaulette of the general's mother, handing over the glory and responsibility of the old man to her, and told her with a silent look: Go, save this country, the glory of success belongs to you, and I will bear the sin of failure.

Leng Yuan looked at the stage where he once stood. Time flies so fast. 29 years have passed. Years have passed, and it is nowhere to be seen.

The moment she stepped into the hall, Leng Yuan subconsciously turned around and looked behind her. The same position and the same road were still there. The gate was simple, the lacquer walls were vicissitudes, and even the red carpet had not changed. However, things had changed. The old friends who had stepped here together left one by one, and in the end, Mo Gu was left alone, and she was the only one who accompanied her to come here.

Mo Gu seemed to touch the last softness in Leng Yuan's heart, so he took the initiative to walk up, tiptoed on his toes, put his hands on Leng Yuan's shoulders, and carefully helped her to organize the tie that had been twisted along the way, loosened the buttons, and smoothed the wrinkles that were stained with dust from the wind.

Leng Yuan worked with Mo Gu to sort out her military uniform. When she was pulling her shoulders, she accidentally encountered the old eaves. She subconsciously looked at the eaves. It was old, it was really old. Even if she carefully maintained it every day, it still couldn't stop the erosion of time. The thread ends fell off and dispersed, forming small fur balls. The leather edges inevitably cracked, which was the trace of time like a knife.

How long has my mother left me? It's been 36 years.

The girl who received the blood-stained family letter at the coming-of-age ceremony is now older than her mother who passed away. Many things have changed, their blood has dried up, their hands are dirty, and their hearts are cold, but when will the will of the inheritor have changed?

The general is killed in a hundred battles, don’t worry. If you think about it, you will sacrifice my blood to me.

Under the guidance of Liu Fusu, Leng Yuan took the ink bones through the packed generals on both sides and strode towards the stage.

But for some reason, when he reached the middle, Liu Fusu suddenly accelerated his pace, distanced himself from Leng Yuan, and walked to the stage first.

Before Leng Yuan followed him to the stage, Liu Fusu turned around to face the generals of the empire. His voice was not loud, but it was powerfully transmitted into everyone's ears: "Welcome to the Grand Marshal of the Red Blood Empire!"

Leng Yuan thought he was talking about himself. He was about to go to the stage, but before he could take a step, Yue Runsheng walked out with the help of the guards.

Yue Runsheng is already a centenarian. Time bent his waist, and Fengshuang carved traces on his face. In Leng Yuan's impression, he was almost as old as the General Sect.

After Yue Runsheng walked out, Leng Yuan narrowed his eyes and waited for the following words.

Yue Runsheng walked to the front of the stage. His body seemed to be in poor health. He coughed several times before he took out a document from his arms tremblingly and said, "General Tian Leng Yuan, listen to the order of the former Grand Marshal."

Leng Yuan's eyes showed deep doubts...

The former Grand Marshal Order?
Chapter completed!