Bai Mingwei didn't know how to speak, but he couldn't comfort the sad little girl.

She hung the sword on her waist, bent down to lift the body, and helped the little girl search for her father.

Seeing this, some soldiers couldn't help but bent down, silently turning on the body in front of the little girl, and looking for her father for the poor girl.

They kept flipping, opening the soldiers of Beiyan, and then opening the compatriots who had already died in battle.

But no one stopped, no one spoke.

The little girl's crying still echoed in the silent sea of ​​corpses.

They didn't know how long they had picked it up, but finally-

"Dad!"

Another heart-wrenching cry, the little girl lies on a corpse, hoarsely.

Everyone stopped at the same time and looked at the crying little girl.

The woman crawled over with her hands and feet, and fell several times before she climbed to the little girl.

She stretched out her hand tremblingly, unbelievable and unacceptable.

Finally, she stretched out her hand, hugged the head of the corpse, and cried bitterly: "Husband...ah!"

Grief defeated everything, she no longer restrained her sorrow and fragility, and cried and snatched the earth.

"Dad" sounds.

"Husband".

How many parents have lost their children in this battle?

How many wives have lost their husbands in this battle?

How many children have lost their father's blessing in this battle?

Bai Mingwei walked towards them, stepped on the enemy's corpses, stepped on the blood of his companions, and dragged heavy steps towards the mother and daughter.

With the unextinguished fire, she saw it.

Seeing the broken body, the corners of the lips were wide open, like a bloody hole, and a piece of tongue was gone.

Unexpectedly, the woman's husband and the little girl's father were one of the people who provided reasons for their siege by biting their tongue.

This seemingly ordinary person took the initiative to die to open a bloody road for the soldiers when the Northern Yan people used them to threaten the Bai family army to retreat.

He would rather die as a Dongling person than be a chess piece for the Northern Yan people to threaten the Bai family army.

Bai Ming knelt in front of the father with a slight "bang", shouting in a crying voice: "As you wish, Pingcheng is back!"

I don’t know if her voice gradually became weak because she was too sad: “As you wish, Pingcheng returned to the map of Dongling, and the thieves of Beiyan could no longer humiliate the people of this city!”

"As you wish, the place where your soul returns is the hometown where there is no trampling or enslavement of the people of Northern Yan..."

The soldiers could no longer control themselves and raised their hands to wipe away the tears from the corners of their eyes.

They knelt behind Bai Mingwei in turn, and used this method to send the people who died in Pingcheng to the journey.

The guilt of being powerless for these sacrifices and the respect for these unintentional but unyielding people fills the hearts of these iron-blooded men.

This war...

Finally, the crying little girl grabbed her father's hand hard, trying to help her up.

She is so weak, but she is so stubborn.

A soldier came forward to help, but she pushed him away: "The day the people of Beiyan entered the city, my father taught me that if he was gone, I must be strong!"

"Now, I am the strongest person in the family. I can take care of my sick mother, my young brother, and take my father home. I can do this by myself..."

At the end, the little girl cried again.

She wiped away the tears from her face, as if she said goodbye to herself who could act coquettishly on her father's shoulders.

When I opened my eyes again, the pair of sad eyes had already emitted a firm light.

It only takes a moment for a child to lose his virginity.

Bai Mingwei looked at it silently, remembering Xiao Chuanyi, who was younger than this girl, and tears couldn't help but roll down.

Later, none of them helped the little girl and watched her mother help her to help her father up.

Watching helplessly, the little girl and her mother dragged the already angry man and walked on the pile of corpses with difficulty.

Bai Mingwei grabbed his fist tightly, but the ending could not be changed. She had to bear the bleeding and sacrifice.

And her Bai family army must also bear it.

Bai Mingwei slowly stood up, and when she turned to face the soldiers, the tears on her face were gone. She was the calm and self-controlling girl who made people feel reliable.

Facing the warrior who was so guilty that he couldn't raise his head, she said firmly: "Don't let down your face. The blood of these people has not flowed in vain. We have not disappointed their expectations. Pingcheng is back, we should be happy!"

The soldiers took a deep breath, and the joy of victory could no longer dilute the sadness in their hearts.

But what the eldest girl said was unreasonable. Although they could not protect everyone, they lived up to expectations and regained Pingcheng occupied by Beiyan.

They should be happy because they won.

They should be proud of it because they fought as a soldier and won.

Feng Qingchen walked to Bai Mingwei: "Open your mouth."

Bai Mingwei was still immersed in the sad mood and was not completely withdrawn, so she opened her mouth like a conditioned reflex.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of malt sugar was fed into the import.

Feng Qingchen didn't laugh, but his voice showed gentleness: "Is it delicious?"

Bai Ming was unknown so: "Where did the candy come from?"

Feng Qingchen held the little white marten arching in his arms and said unconscience: "Xiaobai said eating candy can make people feel better. It gives you the candy he has treasured, and I hope you can put down the burden in your heart."

Bai Mingwei looked at the little guy who was hunching even more fiercely in his arms, knowing that Feng Qingchen must have been lying.

But why is the candy you snatched so sweet?

She took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, and asked, "Is there any?"

The little white marten had already broken through Feng Qingchen's clothes, took a different path and came out of his sleeve, jumped on Feng Qingchen's shoulder, pointed at Bai Mingwei with his claws, and roared.

It seems to be saying: Insatiable woman! If you move the candy of this marten, I will take you to sacrifice the flag!

Feng Qingchen slapped it away from his shoulders, ignored its screams, and took it around in his arms, handing the only two remaining candies like offering treasures.

Bai Mingwei took it to his hand, but he didn't have the intention to eat it.

Because of this sweetness, it cannot suppress the grief in my heart.

She was very puzzled why the man in front of her could still be so calm after witnessing the bleeding and sacrifice.

Is it because of nature indifference, or has already developed the ability to control emotions with perfect ability?

Just now.

Huo Shixun, who had been silent, walked over.

Compared with Bai Mingwei and the soldiers, the middle-aged general seemed particularly calm.

It was not that the bloody sacrifice in front of him was insignificant, but that he seemed to have been used to it.

Many times, people who have been with death for a long time will have a much colder, colder and harder heart than ordinary people, but they will also be much more courageous and passionate than others.
Chapter completed!