The golden sun in winter is like the gentle luster shining on the rippling water waves.

It fell on Bai Ming's slightly fire-colored armor, making her look majestic and as bright as fire.

However, there are still people who can see her hardships and difficulties through her perseverance.

How is she different from the weak mother who holds a baby when she takes off her armor?

But it is precisely because she was able to lead the Bai family army to this day as a weak woman that everyone knows more clearly the difficulties.

I also cherish this hard-won peace.

But as soon as she finished speaking, the people all knelt down: "Please rest assured Miss Bai!"

The woman holding the baby stood closer, and while coaxing the howling child, her eyes slowly became firmer—

The martyrs used their lives to create a day without being burned, killed, and plundered by foreign enemies. So, as a living person, why can't she create a beautiful tomorrow for herself and her children with her hands?

Finally, she chuckled with tears in her eyes: "Child, don't cry, the enemy has been driven away. You don't have to grow up in dire straits, nor do you have to worry. My mother will definitely take you with you and live a good life in this peace made of bones made of countless people."

At this time, Bai Mingwei spoke again: "On the day of the battle in Qiang City, we lost contact with the soldiers who invaded the city. Twenty-seven brothers entered the city with the determination to die, bringing us news from the city."

"It is precisely because of the news from the city that we can seize the opportunity, launch a final attack on the enemy, and win the final victory."

"Now, I want to pay special tribute to them, and to praise their spirit of sacrifice and to all the soldiers who fought against Yan without hesitation."

After saying that, Bai Mingwei waved to the child standing beside Wei Xiao: "Wang Wei, come here."

The young man obediently walked to Bai Mingwei: "Miss Bai, please give me instructions."

Bai Mingwei took a cypress sapling from another soldier. She told Wang Wei: "Before you were born, your father and your mother planted a cypress. The cypress grew very well. Both your father and your mother believed that you who were not born yet must be as prosperous as this cypress."

"Later, you really lived up to expectations and grew into a good, kind and honest child, as strong and brave as a cypress tree."

"Your father has set a good example for you with his actions and also set a good example for everyone with his life. Your father is a man who stands tall and respectable hero."

"Now, plant this sapling next to your father's grave, so that future generations can admire his unyielding spirit like a cypress, and use this to tell your sacrificed father that you will be as tenacious as a cypress and grow up healthily, so that he can feel at ease."

Wang Wei is Wang Feng's son, and he is now following Wei Xiao.

He has always despised himself for his father who was a bandit, but he was young and forgot that his father was just a literati. If he didn't go up the mountain to be a bandit, how could he raise him so big?

Later, in order to prove to him that his father was still an upright and strong man, he took the initiative to enter Qiang City and set an example for his son with his life.

This incident became a regret that he could never make up for. He blamed himself for his ignorance, felt guilty for his contempt for his father, and even more so for his failure to express his respect for his father.

At this moment, when he heard Bai Mingwei's words, he slumped on the ground with a "bang", holding the cypress seedlings and burst into tears: "Although my father is a literati, he raised me with great difficulty after his family was destroyed; although my father is a literati, he can defend his country and make contributions to today's victory."

"My father...he is the hero in my heart! I am proud to have such a father! I will definitely grow up well with this respect and grief and grow up like a man like my father!"

Bai Ming patted his shoulder slightly: "You are already a man."

But he is a young man in his early teens, but he can fight like a real man.

Why is he not a man?

Wang Wei hugged the cypress tree and cried in silence.

It was his contempt that killed his father, but his father's bravery also made him remember. He would not be depressed because of his mistakes. He must live well, live hard with this guilt and become his father's pride!

Bai Ming took a deep breath, and then handed the sapling of a pomegranate tree to Xiao Chuanyi: "Zhang Yuan was the person in charge of that mission, and at the last moment of his life, he pulled out the fireworks of signals and handed out the message."

"He has no relatives, no children, no children, but he can't forget that there was a pomegranate tree planted in the yard of his hometown."

"He said that when he was home, the pomegranate tree grew very well and could eat sweet pomegranate seeds every autumn."

"When his ancestor planted the pomegranate tree, he must have had the desire to have a lot of descendants. Unfortunately, his family was destroyed later and the pomegranate tree was gone. Even Zhang Yuan could not leave behind his descendants."

"Today, the Bai family Chuanyi's responsibility to act on behalf of the son of the people, planted this pomegranate tree for Zhang Yuan, so that he knew that even if the last person in the Zhang family died on the battlefield, the people he protected would definitely be like the pomegranate tree, with more children and more blessings!"

Xiao Chuanyi held the pomegranate tree and knelt down respectfully: "Chuanyi obeys the order!"

Bai Ming took a deep breath and spoke in a hoarse voice: "You two go, you must plant the tree well."

Wang Wei and Xiao Chuanyi were taken to the graves of Wang Feng and Zhang Yuan by several soldiers, and planted the trees with beautiful visions.

The people who were in the crowd covered their sleeves and cried never stopped.

Jiang Ci brought two jars of wine, Bai Mingwei took it to his hand, and opened the wine seal.

The fragrance was everywhere, but when she saw her lifting the wine jar, the clear wine flowed down, fell into her mouth, and flowed down her cheeks.

After drinking a mouthful, Bai Mingwei walked to several tombs and poured the wine on the ground.

She said, "You have said that you have nothing to do and you have nothing to ask for. You only wish to drink a glass of joyful sake after victory."

"Now that we have won, you cannot celebrate and drink with your partners. Today, I, Bai Mingwei, will drink this jar of wine with you in place of tens of thousands of brothers who fight side by side!"

After saying that, Bai Mingwei raised the wine jar again and drank a full sip.

Finally, she smashed the empty wine jar to the ground: "When the defense is here, the living brothers will definitely hold on tight, and will never ask the cavalry of Beiyan to step into the land of my Dongling!"

"This world will definitely become a world without gunpowder and war, no family will be destroyed, no wife and children will be separated! There will be no one else, just like you!"

After saying that, she lifted her clothes and knelt down: "Soldiers, it's easy to leave!"

Tens of thousands of Bai family troops present knelt down: "Brothers, it's easy to leave!"

Tens of thousands of people knelt down again: "Hero, go!"

Suddenly, a sob sound of a flute came.

At the source of the sound, there were Feng Qingchen slowly walking in white clothes, and Liu Yao with flowers on his head.

But Liu Yao was wearing a generous plain clothes and holding a sword in his hand, dancing with a sword in front of the martyr's grave.

Accompanied by the sound of the flute, he sang the affectionate "Song of Yue Ren" in a gentle and lingering tone.

"Where is the evening, I am flowing in the boat."

"When will I be able to ship with the prince today."

"I am so ashamed to be humiliated, and I will not be ashamed."

"I'm so upset that I'm not over and I know the prince."

"There are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood. I am happy to you but I don't know."

He sang every night, his voice was wonderful, and he exuded the lingering and deep affection between the melody and his heart and spirit to the fullest.

On this solemn and serious occasion, on this mountain where weeping all over the world.
Chapter completed!