Pampering the sea

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

"Am I going to lose even you?" Xin Yue asked slowly after almost a world had passed.

Yan Zhan didn't say a word. It can be said that he was stingy with giving a single expression. He turned around, and his white clothes were like flocks of white pigeons flying across the sky, fleeing into the distance, never to be seen again.

Accompanying Xin Yue was only the blood-stained black horse.

Xin Yue turned her head and saw the horse's big black eyes like water, she suddenly smiled, her eyes were shining brightly:

"Look, I lost three of them at once. Don't make trouble and follow them away from me."

In a blink of an eye, snowflakes fell, and as time passed, something was gradually coming to an end.

For a long time, the Dutch army has never attacked China again. Xin Yue has established a well-trained army in the past half a year. The imperial court has paid attention to coastal defense after repeated defeats at sea. The strength of the armed forces at sea has increased a lot. , will never be as vulnerable as before.

Xin Yue didn't hold back 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 completely capable of fighting.

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

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

In fact, I knew it, but I was afraid of being disappointed, so I cautiously refused to admit it.

In the imperial court and in the officialdom, who would, who would, save her life except that person?

Even though he blamed her for Chu Zhiling's murder of the emperor, and even though he had never had contact with her for so long, it was all because of his protection that she, with such a sensitive identity, was able to thrive as always.

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

When the iron hooves of the north passed through the frontiers, when the smoke of war filled the snowy outside of the Great Wall, and when the drums of the horn blowing company became louder and louder, they knew that this era was about to turn the world upside down.

This is an inevitability of history, and Xin Yue knows very well that there is no need for this Ming Dynasty, which is rotten from the inside, to exist.

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

From the very beginning.

In fact, the concept of nationality has little influence on Xin Yue. What she is obsessed with is the invasion of China by foreign forces. If there is a change of dynasty in China, in her opinion, it is completely normal.

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

She sometimes thinks very seriously about the relationship between herself and Yan Zhan. It has nothing to do with love, but it is more than friendship, even a little bit beyond gender, beyond age. 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 11th year of Dai Li, and the snow was dancing in the wilderness, like a thick layer of cotton wool, plopping down from the gloomy sky, so cold.

The Ming Dynasty had no strong generals, and even sailors who had no experience in land warfare were dragged into the battlefield, and Yan Zhan and Xin Yue were the first to bear the brunt.

Generals and soldiers fell in front of his eyes one by one, Xin Yue felt his blood congealed and then boiled all of a sudden, fresh | blood came and went before his eyes, accompanied by not only his own side but also the enemy's chorus There was more drumming, and the whole world fell into a bloody storm. Some people were covered in blood, stepping on the icy snow, and died as they walked.

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

It's not that such a cruel war has happened before, but Xin Yue suddenly felt such a strong feeling, probably because this is a war destined to be lost.

The opponent has [-] cavalry and [-] infantry, and the total number of our own troops is less than [-].

The strategy of winning more with less is rare, and what is fought more on the battlefield is a contest of endurance, a fight of speed, a competition of numbers, and a collision of weapons.

Both Yan Zhan and Xin Yue stood on the tower, quietly watching the more intense fights below the city.

The city will soon be breached.

"Master Yan!"

Someone shouted the commander's name hoarsely, and his emaciated body quickly pushed towards the city gate. Amidst the sound of war drums, the soldiers clung to the defense line of the city gate.

"Better die than surrender!" Yan Zhan suddenly stood on the high steps of the city tower, raised the flag, and shouted loudly with the wind blowing.

This is the gate of Shuntian Prefecture, the capital city.

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

Xin Yue saw that Yan Zhan's eyes were red. Yes, this sober and wise man knew earlier than her that this was destined to be a dead game. As long as this country uses a little force, it will be broken in half. To pieces.

"Yan Zhan, don't stand there, come down, even if there is no such country, I will still be your friend, you still have me, Yan Zhan!"

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

Why doesn't she know his pain, why doesn't she know what it feels like to be waiting for a lifetime to be wiped out like this, but she still naively hopes that he will still be in the world that she can touch.

"Xin Yue."

Yan Zhan turned his head, glanced at the anxious woman, and then slowly showed a smile. The huge flag was flying behind him, and the strong wind was blowing, like a doomsday lament.

His eyes suddenly became so deep, and from the center of the pupils, there was a gleam of crystal light.

"Yes, remember me." The man moved his lips lightly, his eyes became very soft, just like the eyes he showed to her countless times before, the softness couldn't be more soft, Xin Yue recalled that one in a daze In the early morning, the man stayed up all night and rushed to work all night, just to deliver the gorgeous clothes to her. He vaguely remembered that night, when she was tired from handling official documents on the desk, there would always be such a pair of gentle hands covering her. Putting on thick clothes, looking through the misty eyes, she could always see his smiling face. In the cold night of the world, it made her heart settle down.

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

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

The strong wind howled like ghosts crying and wolves howling. Xin Yue was very surprised why he didn't cry, and he didn't even think of crying.

As the coach of Ming Dynasty, only Xin Yue is left alive.

She cannot surrender.