No……

Will not!

Duke Dingguo was the patron saint of Daqing, a six-level martial arts expert, and he was less than seventy years old. How could he die so well?!

Impossible, this is absolutely fake!!!

Almost everyone thinks so.

However, the general guarding the city recognized Shen Yuchun.

"Open...open the middle door!"

The general's voice was trembling as he fell from the top of the city.

boom--!

A more violent shock than before broke out in everyone's heart.

There are three gates and nine gates in the north city wall. The Xuanren Gate in the middle is generally not open unless there are special circumstances.

For example, the emperor goes on tour.

For example...the commander of the frontier army died!

But why?

Mr. Dingguo... why did he leave like this?

Everyone stared blankly at the young man riding a horse in plain clothes.

When Shen Yuchun was approaching, an old woman carrying a vegetable basket knelt down tremblingly, pressing her forehead to the ground, trembling all over.

"My lord, let's go!!!"

Wow~!

Everyone knelt down with this cry of pain.

In the blink of an eye, there was no one standing around the entire North City Gate.

The soldiers guarding the city, under the leadership of the general, took off their helmets one after another.

Face north and kneel down on one knee.

"Master of the country!!!"

“Good go!!!”

“Good go!!!”

"..."

The screams of mourning shook the sky, and the heart was broken.

Shen Yuchun shed tears and drove the demon horse straight to the palace gate.

"The commander-in-chief of the Chisong Army, Lord Dingguo Shen Tiannan, died of illness at Wuhuiguan yesterday at Youshi!!!"

"Last words..."

Shen Yuchun swallowed even more, his eyes were about to burst, and he exhausted all his strength:

"Your Majesty, please send your generals north quickly to prevent the barbarians from invading the border!!!"

………

Autumn of the twelfth year of Yongtai.
Chapter completed!