The gentian pierced the air and made a phoenix sound.

Amid the roar of a lion, the body of the Roman general who was holding a sword flew backwards from the horse's back in a straight line. On the iron half-body armor, the gun hole of the big fist penetrated his body, and blood sprinkled in the backwards, landing on the faces of the soldiers around him, and on the iron helmet, it smashed into the crowd in a flash.

The gun was picked, throwing the gun, drawing the sword, and then a shot was almost only a few breaths. Zhao Yun stopped the horse, and the cloak slowly hanged down. The breeze strode, the helmet shaking, the tip of the slanted spear, and the sticky blood dripped down to the ground and seeped into the soil. Not far away, the flag-holding officer ran quickly with the flag, and the guard cavalry also fled in all directions. When the white wolf cavalry that followed came, the entire Roman rear formation caused great chaos.

The figure in white robes and silver armor led the cavalry to kill the Romans here like lightning, and met the Germanic cavalry on the right wing. The female knight in charge did not take off her iron helmet, but just held a patterned knife and saluted Zhao Yun on the opposite side: "Dear general, you are a brave warrior, you have to let all Germans learn. Now! Let us defeat the Romans in front of us together, and then return to Constantine together."

Zhao Yun, who was mottled and bloody, nodded, and did not look at the woman more, and simply responded: "Okay."

Leading the White Wolf Cavalry to kill the Roman army that had already appeared in chaos, Stephanie smiled at Gerald beside her and said, "Look, the situation has become simple, and now it has moved in a favorable direction, isn't it? My brother."

"I just hope you will restrain yourself..." Gerald breathed with a giant sword, "As your brother, I don't want you to use your children as you can..."

In the chaotic military formation, the white knights attacked and shot the approaching Roman soldiers with a shot. The cold eyes looked slightly behind with their faces, and the intertwined heads showed a gap from his vision. They touched the quiver on their waist with one hand, fiddled with the dense feather arrows, and then pulled out one.

Just as Gerald spoke, the gentian gun was inserted into the ground, Zhao Yun pulled the bow and hit the arrow. When "...I don't want you to treat your children as a tool that can be used..." Just as the "tool" fell, Gerald's hair stood upside down, and he suddenly held the hilt of the sword and pulled it out with great force.

moment.

A black shadow flew over through the gap between the two heads, and was staggered with the sword he was slapped. The burly Germanic man heard a thud in his ear, and his heart was tightened at this moment.

He turned around and turned around.

The covered iron helmet was thrown away, and Gerald opened his mouth wide and shouted heart-wrenchingly: "Stefanie"'s sight was also falling, the slim and tall figure on the horse's back was shaking, his long golden hair spread out in the air, and his body fell down obliquely, and was caught by Gerald who was running.

A Roman-style feather arrow penetrated into her fair neck, and dark red blood gushed out wildly, dyeing the armor on her chest red, and the messy blonde hair also stuck together in the plasma. Gerald was helpless to help her hold the bleeding wound, but he didn't dare to pull the arrow at will.

"Stand up... It's okay... When you defeat the Romans in front of you, you will soon arrive in Constantine..." Gerald pressed his wound, his hoarse voice became choked, and he suddenly raised his head and shouted to the soldiers around him: "Get the hemorrhage-stopping medicine! Hurry up."

The autumn sun is lazy and harmonious.

On the face of the woman without blood, she reached out and slowly grabbed the back of Gerald's hand, pursed her lips and shook her head gently, opened her mouth slightly, making no sound, only tears slid across the corners of her eyes, blinked her eyelashes, and looked at the floating white clouds, as well as the blue color in the gaps between the white clouds, the corridors that looked like time, the sounds, and the outline of people reminded her of many things.

"….. The warriors of the Holy City will not surrender. When we rescue our soldiers, we will teach these barbaric grassland people a lesson."

"We can't go home..."

"The warriors of the Holy City are willing to fight side by side with you, Orientals."

"For the glory of Clark City!"

"You are a very powerful oriental man I have ever met... The war has stopped in my hometown. Welcome you and your troops to come down there."

"Gongsun... am I beautiful?"

"I'll give you my body...and I just need a child..."

"I will wait for you in the Holy City..."

The German soldier holding the hemostatic medicine ran over quickly. Stephanie looked at Tianyun, held her brother's hand tightly, and her lips stuttered slightly, as if saying, "I'll wait for you in the Holy City..." There was a smile on her face.

The fingers gradually loosened.

...

The white clouds were like trunks, and a yellow leaf fell from the branches and floated to the footsteps of the coming. The little boy picked it up and looked up, raised his head, and asked in a tender childish voice: "Dad, is Dimat's mother already on the road? Will Uncle Gerald come here too?"

"They are already on the way, and for the father, they have sent someone to pick them up."

Gongsun Zhi withdrew his gaze from the sky, touched his rough palms over his ignorant son's head, and then held his hand and walked on the gravel path in the garden. The guards and maids around him followed from a distance. He whispered: "If Dimat wants to become a man in the future, the commander of the army must first learn to leave his mother's arms."

"Well, I know! Dimat will be like a daddy commander."

Listening to the child waving his small fist and saying full of confidence, he stopped after walking a few more steps. Gongsun Zhi slowly squatted down and looked at him, stretched out his hand to stroke his short golden hair, and smiled on his face: "Before becoming the commander, Dimart must first learn to be brave and bravely face the uneasiness of his mother being not around, face fear, and face all the terrible things, do you know? Only then can you become awesome."

As time passed, after the father and son said something, Gongsun Zhi recruited several maids and guards: "Take Dimat to the temple to play, don't be exposed in front of him, and find one, I'll kill one." In the translator's words, the three maids bowed their heads in fear, and the little boy pulled them away. Not far away, Li Ke, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, had made faces with the son of the leader who passed by. He just went over and handed over a piece of news from the southern vassal state of Parthia, located in the Persian Gulf, and named Sassanthes, to the wolf king.

Gongsun Zhi spread the plain silk, and the handwriting on it was beautiful, which was Ren Hongchang's ink. After reading the contents of the handwriting, his eyes closed dryly, and opened it again after a long time. He pursed his lips tightly, threw the information to the ground expressionlessly, and walked in the withered garden with a tall and heroic back, looking lonely.

"This West is messy enough..." He squeezed out a low sigh from his throat.

“…Prepare to start the war.”
Chapter completed!