Xin Yue's eyebrows slowly wrinkled, and the strong wind lifted the hem of her clothes. She stood in the bleak autumn wind, and what she heard in her ears was the sharpest and harshest sound made by something brushing through the air.

"Am I going to lose you too?" After almost a world had passed, Xin Yue slightly raised the corners of his lips and asked slowly.

Yan Zhan didn't say another word. It could be said that every expression he gave was stingy. He turned around, and his white clothes were like a flock of white doves flying over the sky, escaping into the distance and never being seen again.

The only person accompanying Xin Yue was the blood-stained black horse.

Xin Yue turned her head and saw the horse's huge black eyes. She suddenly smiled, her eyes shining brightly:

"Look, we lost three of them in one fell swoop. Don't add insult to injury and follow them away from me."

In the blink of an eye, the snowflakes were falling, and as time passed little by little, something was gradually coming to an end.

Until now, the Dutch army has not attacked China again. Xin Yue has established a well-trained army in more than half a year. The court began to pay attention to coastal defense after the previous defeats at sea, and the strength of the armed forces at sea has increased a lot.

, will never be as vulnerable as before.

Xin Yue did not retain anything, and taught others all her experience as an officer in her previous life. After repeated military exercises, the troops under her also grew up rapidly. Even without her, they were fully capable of fighting the war.

Xin Yue actually didn't know why he could live for so long?

As someone who has a close relationship with Chu Zhiling, why is she not only still alive, but also able to serve as admiral as always without being disturbed?

In fact, I know it, but I am afraid of being disappointed, so I cautiously refuse to admit it.

In the court and in the officialdom, besides that person, who else could, who could, save her life?

Even though he blamed Chu Zhiling for killing the emperor on her, and even though he had never been in contact with her for so long, she was able to thrive as always with such a sensitive identity, probably all because of his protection.

But no matter what, he and she both knew that this country and this court were at the end of their strength.

When the iron hooves of the north stepped through the border passes, when the smoke of war filled the snowy outside the Great Wall, and when the drums of the horn blowing company became louder and louder, they knew that this era would soon be turned upside down.

This is a historical necessity. Xin Yue knew very well that there was no need for this Ming Dynasty, which was rotting from the inside, to exist.

But this is the country that Yan Zhan wants to protect, so no matter what, she will accompany him even to the last moment.

Right from the beginning.

In fact, national concepts have little influence on Xin Yue. What she is obsessed with is the invasion of China by foreign forces. If there is a change of dynasties within China, it is completely normal in her opinion.

The reason why Ming Dynasty has a special meaning must be because Yan Zhan is here.

Sometimes she would seriously think about the relationship between herself and Yan Zhan. It had nothing to do with love, but it was more than friendship. It even transcended gender and age. It was a connection of souls, as if blood was blended, because in the whole world,

It's hard to find someone who understands you so well and is willing to understand you.

That day was the middle of winter in the eleventh year of Dai Li. The snow was dancing in the wilderness, like a thick layer of cotton wool, falling from the gloomy sky. It was so cold.

The Ming Dynasty had no strong generals, and even the navy, which had no experience in land warfare, was dragged onto the battlefield. Yan Zhan and Xin Yue were the first to bear the brunt.

Generals and soldiers fell in front of him one by one. Xin Yue felt that his blood solidified and boiled all of a sudden. Fresh blood came and went in front of his eyes, accompanied by the sad sounds of not only his own side but also the enemy's.

The sound of drums sounded, and the whole world fell into a bloody storm. Some people were covered in blood, stepping on the cold snow, and died while walking.

War has always been so cruel. When you have experienced a war, you will find that everything will seem like a world away. If you reach out your hand, you will always get a sense of distance that cannot be touched.

It's not that such a cruel war has never happened before, but Xin Yue suddenly felt such a strong feeling, probably because this was a war that was destined to be lost.

The opponent has 3,000 cavalry and 10,000 infantry, and the total number of our own troops is less than 3,000.

There are very few strategies to win more with less. What is fought more on the battlefield is the contest of endurance, the battle of speed, the competition of numbers, and the collision of weapons.

Yan Zhan and Xin Yue both stood on the tower, quietly watching the fighting below the city becoming more intense.

The city will be captured soon.

"Master Yan!"

Someone shouted the name of the commander at the top of his lungs, and his thin body quickly pushed up against the city gate. Amidst the sound of war drums, the soldiers guarded the defense line of the city gate.

"I would rather die than surrender!" Yan Zhan suddenly stood on the high steps of the city tower, raised his flag, and shouted loudly in the strong wind.

This is the gate of Shuntianfu in the capital.

The destruction of this city means that the country will no longer exist.

Xin Yue saw Yan Zhan's eyes turning red. Yes, this sober and wise man knew earlier than she did that this was destined to be a dead game. This country would be broken at the waist with just a slight exertion.

Shattered to pieces.

"Yan Zhan, don't stand there. Come down. Even if there is no more country, I will still be your friend. You still have me, Yan Zhan!"

Xin Yue lowered his voice and shouted urgently at Yan Zhan.

She didn't know his pain, and she didn't know what it felt like to wait for her all her life to be wiped out like this. However, she still naively hoped that he would still be in the world she could touch.

"Xin Yue."

Yan Zhan turned his head, glanced at the anxious woman, and then slowly smiled. The huge flag fluttered behind him, and the strong wind blew loudly, like a doomsday lament.

His eyes suddenly became so deep, and a glimmer of crystal light shone from the heart of his eyes.

"Yes, remember me." The man moved his lips gently, and his eyes became very soft, just like the eyes he had shown her countless times before. It was so gentle that Xin Yue remembered such a person in a daze.

In the early morning, the man stayed up all night and worked hard all night just to deliver the gorgeous clothes to her. He vaguely recalled that night when she was so tired from processing official documents that she would be on the desk, and there would always be such a pair of gentle hands covering her.

Wearing thick clothes, looking through the hazy sight, she could always see his smiling face, which calmed her heart in the cold night all over the world.

In her eyes blurred by tears, he jumped down from the tall tower.

At the last moment when he was shattered to pieces, he shouted loudly: "I would rather die than surrender!"

The strong wind roared like a ghost crying and a wolf howling. Xin Yue was surprised why he didn't cry or even have the thought of crying.

Xin Yue is the only coach of Ming Dynasty left alive.
Chapter completed!