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Chapter 165: Suppression Completed

Huo Lang put his hands on his waistband, and the armor on his body made a noise.

He paced on the spot, looking up the mountain from time to time.

Just as he turned around again, there was a sudden deafening explosion.

The general shuddered, his eyes filled with surprise...

The horse beside him moved its hooves anxiously. If it hadn't been for Black Armor pulling it, it would have returned the same way it came.

Huo Lang scratched his buzzing ears and raised his head. "They... blew up the mountain?"

I saw thick black smoke rising from the top of the mountain, which soon covered half of the blue sky.

A young general approached General Huo and said hesitantly, "General, should we go up and take a look?"

Huo Lang kept looking into the distance and shook his head, "No need..."

Anyway, the only ones who will suffer are the bandits~

"Pooh…"

In the ruins, a pillar stands sideways, supporting a small world.

Underneath, a humanoid figure moved and struggled to get up.

The mask on this person's face had long since disappeared, leaving only a pair of shining starry eyes on his gray and black face.

The leader covered his wound with his hand and spat out the dirt in his mouth, "This little brat..."

He stood up, cursing, and limped toward the path.

What a crap mission! My life is more important!

At the foot of the mountain,

There were strange noises in the forest, and the branches shook, as if people were coming down from all directions.

Huo Lang's tiger eyes were alert, his hand pressed on the hilt of the knife, and his other hand signaled the soldiers who were ambushing behind him to get ready.

I saw a guy in black jumping out from the bushes, as if he had just rolled in charcoal.

In his arms was a doll with its arms and legs dangling...

Huo Lang half-unsheathed his sword, squinted his eyes, and called out uncertainly, "Xie Yunshan?"

"what?"

The black thing raised its eyes, and the little girl trapped in it also looked up at the same time.

Jiang An opened his white and tender palms, "General Huo~"

Holland:!

He glanced around and found that all the soldiers who went up the mountain were of the same character, even the mad dog Meng Bushen was dressed in black.

General Huo tried his best to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth and coughed twice to cover it up. "Very...very good."

He turned around and called out to his soldiers while smiling, "Collect them, collect them."

Xie Yunshan took a deep breath, held the little girl tightly, and got on the horse with a dark face. (Although his face was originally dark~)

Military camp,

Xie Yunshan didn't even clean up, and just walked into Jiang Jichen's main tent while dropping the debris.

“Pfft…cough cough…”

Hu Yan heard the noise and turned around, the tea in his mouth sprayed out.

Jiang Jichen also raised his head from the official documents and was stunned for a moment.

His hand holding the pen stopped, and his eyes moved from Xie Yunshan's face to A'an's dark face.

"Aan?"

The old father couldn't believe it!

The little girl was swaying with her limbs hanging down, and she raised her head like a chicken coop to greet her father.

"Dad~ An An is back~"

Hu Yan lowered his head, his shoulders trembling. These teeth are so white...

Xie Yunshan snorted, took two steps forward, and dropped another piece of debris.

He stuffed the little girl into the prince's arms, and his voice was full of the smell of smoke, "Here you go, here you go!"

This tone is somewhat disgusting...

Before Jiang Jichen could ask about the results of the bandit suppression operation, General Xie rushed out of the main tent like a gust of wind.

The old father lowered his head and stared at his daughter.

Hu Yan put down the teacup and looked at Jiang An, "Tell me, what did you do?"

Jiang An sat down in her father's arms and successfully left a black handprint on her father's body.

"The general is dead..."

"An An just set the fire."

Her tone was a little weak, "An An, don't you know there is gunpowder in the bandit's den?"

The little girl gestured with her hands, vividly, "Then there was a bang... no... two bangs!"

"No, three times, um! Three times!"

The joy in the main tent paused for a moment, and the light in Hu Yan's eyes went out.

died…

This was within his expectations...

Jiang An looked at the old fox, then at her father, "An An brought the person back..."

"There are also several soldiers who died in Shili Village. General Xie has also ordered people to bring them back."

The soldiers of the National Protection Army cannot be left alone outside.

If they are buried together, the living people will visit them, so they won't be lonely...

Jiang Jichen hugged his daughter and said, "An did a great job."

Jiang An blinked but didn't say anything.

Life is always unhappy. She wanted to see the harvest in the suburbs and be happy every day, but the sun would always set and spring would always come...

She thought that the lieutenant general's death was unfortunate for her, for the youngest, and for the National Protection Army.

The little girl opened her two chubby hands. What if she was more powerful?

Wouldn't there be no unhappiness...

But Jiang Jichen told her that life always passes away silently.

Life is precious because of death.

Every day of life is precious...

After Jiang An washed herself and changed her clothes, her father took her to an open space behind the main camp.

Someone cleans the place every day. The large patches of green grass are taller than the backs of the feet. When the wind blows, the rustling sound is like singing, peaceful... tranquil.

In the little girl's eyes, there was a silent forest of steles in front of her, each of which had a name clearly engraved on it.

Some have passed away, while others are in cenotaphs.

"After the war, their bodies could not be found, so their brothers in the same tent had to bury their clothes here..."

In fact, most of the time, no one survives in a tent.

The Forest of Steles is silent, but their achievements are magnificent...

They stood in front of a new tombstone, behind which was a coffin that had not yet been buried.

This coffin was made by the engineers...

Meng Bushen, with sawdust still on his body, sealed the coffin expressionlessly but very skillfully.

Jiang Jichen held Jiang An's hand, and his deep voice rang out in the wind, "An, don't be upset about not being able to save the lieutenant general."

"The soldiers of the National Defense Army have already prepared to be buried here..."

"The soldiers of the Eighth Battalion died for their country. Even if they have regrets in their hearts, they have no regrets."

When someone falls, someone else stands up.

"The living will carry their share and live well."

……

The living will carry their share and live well...

The youngest on the stretcher couldn't even stand up. His eyes were red and big tears fell silently onto the grass.

Jiang Jichen's words were spoken to Jiang An, and also to the youngest brother who was determined to die.

The boy lay on his back, looking at the azure sky and the sad and worried faces of his other brothers in the Eighth Battalion.

The sky today is as blue as he remembers it...

The commander-in-chief and generals raised their wine bowls.

Jiang Jichen squatted down and let the little girl hold the wine bowl with him.

The clear wine was spilled and disappeared into the grass...

"Bury!"

The soil was filled on the coffin, burying them along with their reluctance.

Jiang An opened his bright eyes and stood with his father.

She wants to learn how to make a coffin...