As soon as Feng Bai said this, he felt empty in his heart, as if something extremely important was gone away from him.

A guard standing next to him paniced and knelt down, "General, everyone else can surrender, but you must not surrender!"

As he said that, Feng He knelt on the ground and kowtowed quickly. Bang bang bang bang, all of them were bleeding, "Please take back your life. No matter who others are, you can surrender, and you will still have your life after surrender. But as the commander of the three armies, you are all dispatched by you. If you surrender, the future will be bad!" The fire shone on his face, his eyes were red, and he looked particularly determined.

Feng Bai's whole body trembled and stood there for a long time. After a while, he came to his senses. He tried hard to suppress the unhappiness in his heart and forced a smile.

"I don't know these truths. After I surrender, there will be no good ending. In several battles, how many people died on the other side, the number of thousands or tens of thousands of people was killed, and there were too many killings. This account will probably be counted on me at that time. If I don't die, the morale of the army will be uneasy!" Feng Bai shook his head, and a sad expression appeared, and he looked at him with a little lonely.

This is a family in his clan who has given birth to a child. He has been by his side since he was a child, taking care of him, and has feelings for him. Feng Bai also knew that what he said was right. But, if you know, can you change something?

"Why did the young master surrender? This is the way to die!" Feng He still knelt on the ground and begged.

"Only in this way can the Wind Clan retain some vitality and use my corpse to calm their anger. In this way, our Wind Clan will not be too miserable." After losing its combat power, many small tribes were rushed up by the wolves around them and torn to pieces.

"But……"

"You don't need to say more. I'm tired, go back." Feng Bai looked up and swallowed a big sip of wine and waved his hand at him.

He drank a big mouthful of wine, "Cough-Cough" Feng Bai choked, his chest gasped violently, and his whole body was trembling.

"Xiaobai... don't you think of your parents? What should they do if you die?" Feng He couldn't help calling out his nickname and his voice became louder.

"I have decided, so there is no need to say more." Feng Bai narrowed his eyes and felt impatient.

"Oh--" Feng He stopped talking too much, lowered his head and retreated silently.

Since Feng Bai's order came out, the black tiger, who was still struggling over the military camp, wailed violently, and was swallowed by the dragon opposite and disappeared.

The candlelight was still burning constantly, illuminating the entire tent like daytime, without any darkness.

"Do you regret it?" Feng Bai looked at the wine in the wine glass, reflecting his haggard appearance, his eyes were black, his head was loose, and his clothes were not tidy. There was no way to be said to be.

Looking at the haggard self in the wine glass, Feng Bai remembered the scene of sitting in front of the army a few days ago, waving Fang Qiu, and the soldiers under his command.

"I regret it! I regret it!" Feng Bai whispered, regretting why he didn't practice earlier, regretting why he had to play some tricks, regretting why he didn't work hard before, read more military books, and not trying to make the clan stronger.

Only now did he realize that some things in the past would never come back once they were lost.

Many times, only after losing it can you feel cherished. Young people are always full of passion. After suffering severe setbacks, when they reach middle age and become poor, they will understand how precious the previous time is.

It is said that a prodigal son will not exchange for gold, but a prodigal son will pay a price to turn back and have a chance to turn back.

It was not until this time that his temperament matured and he understood what he should do.

If he did it again, he would definitely do better than he is now.

However, time cannot be reversed, and life cannot be repeated.

Regret, it's useless!

At the same time, the Black Tiger's energy dissipated, and a little fell on his head. Feng Bai's eyebrows were buoyed, and his whole mind was clear. Strands of spiritual energy surged from all directions. A dull sounded, and one acupoint was opened one by one. A spiritual pool in the sea of ​​consciousness condensed, and a bright light was created.

The Taoist path is to escape, struggle in the world, fight in this sea of ​​suffering, and only seek to escape, not be a straw dog in this world, nor be an ant in this world.

Step by step practice and step by step promotion is a process of gradually getting rid of it. Without strength, how can you get rid of it?

"But, what's the use of breaking through now?" Feng Bai didn't know whether he should cry or laugh for a moment. This little power cannot change the overall situation or affect the fate of the entire race. Even if he breaks through, what's the use of it?

"Maybe, can you escape?" After building the foundation, it is incomparable to the previous Qi training period, and its magical powers have increased exponentially. As long as you are willing to escape and escape into the mountains and forests, you may still be able to escape.

"But, can you really just wave your body and leave like this? A person's freedom and freedom, regardless of the safety of the ethnic group, is very kind to his parents."

When I went to the battle, I still vaguely remembered my father's earnest teachings, looked at myself with gentle eyes, and held high hopes for myself.

And her mother's loving eyes, and her clothes were drawn out by her stitches.

As well as the childhood sweetheart's expectations, he stood alone at the door, staring at him in a daze.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but choke up and couldn't speak. His hands tightly grasped the wine glass, and the veins bulged.

Feng Bai calmed down. After all, he was not an ordinary person. He gradually calmed down. He wiped his tears and looked at the battle report on the wooden table. He made up his mind.

"Parents and children are unfilial, and your kindness will be repaid in the next life. I just want to be your son again." A line of tears flowed down, and Feng Bai sobbed.

The white man’s gift to black man is undoubtedly the most sad thing in this world.

However, what is even more sad is that his parents have to bear it twice.

At this time, Feng Bai recalled that year, the young man in green clothes, the angry horse in bright clothes, wandering on the grass with his childhood sweethearts. You held my hand, I held your hand, looked at each other silently, but there was a tacit understanding in my heart.

I hope you can find a suitable person. Also, my parents and my third brother are still alive, so let him offer you on my behalf.

Take a fold out of the cuff and pour it carefully into the wine glass in front of you.

The fine powder fell into the wine glass, and the originally clear wine suddenly turned into a strange and transparent way.

Feng Bai was dressed up, tidied up his appearance, picked up the wine glass, and drank it calmly.

Feng Bai drank it in big gulps, and water flowed down the edge of the wine glass, leaving a trace on his face. For a moment, I don’t know if it was tears or wine.

In just a moment, bleeding came from eyes, ears, and nostrils, and the eyes were blurred.

Feng Bai's eyes were blurred, and only a simple bright red remained.

In the blur, he seemed to hear his mother's cry, as if he had returned to his youth, and pounced on his mother's arms under the bright sun, and he was in the knees of happiness.

Feng Bai lowered his arms weakly, his body fell backwards, his hands were placed on the chair, his eyes slightly closed, and blood flowed out of his seven orifices. His expression was calm, and he lost his anger and no longer moved.

Before Feng Bai ran to his mother's arms, the world in front of him dissipated, all the ashes disappeared, and finally fell into darkness.

Although it was already midnight and the coalition forces were defeated and the entire army was filled with uneasy aura, the security of the central army's tent was still in place.

Not long after, the patrol soldiers smelled the blood, lifted up the tent, looked in, "It's not good, it's not good, the general is dead."

Then the entire army was in a state of great resounding, and the remaining order disappeared under the hustle and bustle.
Chapter completed!