Dog emperor, take your life!

Yan's military training ground.

After the morning court today, Mo Ci put down everything at hand and rushed away.

As soon as he entered the barracks, he saw Yan Qi standing on a high platform in armor, making the final mobilization.

In the eyes of ordinary people, he is a young general who is victorious in all battles.

But in Mo Ci's eyes, he is just an immature child who is still an adult.

"You are all my Longxia soldiers. In this battle, we will definitely regain Lexi. We can only win, not lose!" Yan Qi's clear voice like a bell echoed in the ears of tens of thousands of soldiers in the audience.

Each of them held their heads high and looked up at the high platform. The swords and tasseled spears in their hands gleamed under the sunlight.

As if to boost their morale on purpose, although the sun is bright today, it is accompanied by gusts of breeze, which does not make people anxious or cold.

Just listen to the soldiers under the stage shouting in unison: "The battle must be won! The battle must be won! The battle must be won!"

Through them, Mo Ci seemed to have seen their invincible heroic appearance on the battlefield, and saw Yan Qi on the horse, who was fighting the enemy with all his might.

Yan Qi's lieutenant Shi Shi led a group of people, holding a huge wine jar, and filled the front row with rough bowls.

"Everyone, as the vanguard, set off immediately, go to Wutou City to investigate the enemy's situation, and help the rear army successfully enter the dangerous and rugged sewer." Yan Qi picked up the bowl in his hand, drank it first, and then said, "Yan Qi Here, please everyone!"

With the uneven sound of broken bowls, this group of vanguards, the so-called "death squads", marched away amidst the sound of war drums.

If the rear army is the main force for victory in the war, then they are the dead soldiers who live to death, creating an opportunity for the rear army to win.

"Brother Mo! You're here!" General Shitou was running towards Mo Ci, followed by a rather shy Yan Qi.

Mo Ci nodded slightly at him, then looked at Yan Qi, and asked, "When are you leaving?"

Yan Qi raised his head, stared at him, and parted his thin lips lightly: "Four o'clock in the afternoon."

In the eyes of the young general, there was no fear of fighting, but only the belief of victory and reluctance for the people in front of him.

He doesn't know what true love is, he only knows that to love someone is to love all of him, to love his incomplete soul after suffering, to love his great ambition despite setbacks.

The hasty confession last night, in Yan Qi's eyes, was a big step for him.

This battle does not know how life or death will be. If he dies, at least in some unknown day in the future, someone will remember that there was a person who said he liked him.

That man was the martyr Long Xia, who died fighting for his country, and died with great vigor.

Mo Ci's hand hidden in his sleeve gradually clenched into a fist. His conflicted heart can only be described in one word, that is, he is hovering between saying and not saying.

There was silence on both sides, only the occasional sound of military drills not far away.

After a long time, both of them said at the same time: "Take care."

Thousands of words have been combined into this one sentence that contains affection, but for Yan Qi, this is enough.

His clear eyes were full of complicated emotions at this moment: "If... I said if, if I die in battle, will you feel sad because of it?"

Mo Ci raised his eyes, the breeze was blowing his hair scattered on his shoulders, and the voice of the national teacher who had always been calm was a little trembling.

"I won't be sad for you," the ruthless words almost shattered Yan Qi's anticipation, because Mo Ci said again, "Because you won't die."

As if the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, at this moment, it is as if the cold ice is melted by the warm sun, and the spring grass is born because of spring, Yan Qi's eyebrows and eyes are now smiling.

As for Mo Ci, new shoots are sprouting in the heart that has been desolate for a long time without flowers and plants growing.

"Then will you wait for my victory?" Yan Qi walked towards him slowly.

"It was said that day that if you come back triumphantly, I will lead all the people in the world to stand in a place of hundreds of divisions to welcome you, and then hold a banquet in Kyushu to celebrate the unification." Mo Ci also greeted him, "There will be no second possibility."

In Mo Ci's eyes, there is no second possibility of death or failure.

He never thinks about these impossible things.

Yan Qi rushed up and hugged him tightly, and Mo Ci's hands on both sides also slowly stretched out to wrap around Yan Qi's waist.

At this moment, they completely forgot that there was another person standing beside them.

Seeing that General Shito coughed lightly, Mo Ci, who was startled, immediately withdrew his hand and slightly pushed Yan Qi away.

"Stone! What are you doing! Do you know that the highlight of this general's life has been ruined by you!!"

Yan Qi was furious, at this moment he really wanted to push the stone to the ground and run away.

It's rare to hug Mo Ci, he was ruined by this guy before he even started to enjoy it.

You know, this hug is the spiritual food for him to go out to fight!

Mo Ci stood on tiptoe slightly, stretched out his hand and patted Yan Qi's head: "Don't get angry every now and then, for a lifetime of anger will make you ugly."

Yan Qi held Mo Ci's hand and asked tentatively, "Then what does Mo Ci like about me?"

"I like everything."

"Cough cough cough!! Little general, I'm reminding you that it's time to get ready to go." Little Shitou couldn't stand it any longer.

He was almost suffocated to death by the sour smell of love.

"A Ci, wait for me to come back." Yan Qi embraced Mo Ci, and gave him a hasty and sexual kiss.

This kiss meant that Mo Ci was his.

Looking at the back of Yan Qi going away, Mo Ci felt melancholy for a while, why wasn't he worried about Yan Qi's safety?

He just didn't want to convince himself that the second possibility might happen.

In a short while, tens of thousands of troops and horses were assembled. With the sound of war drums, banners fluttered, and thousands of miles of yellow sand swept across the camp. This army, carrying Long Xia's century-old wish of unification, was heading towards the battlefield of bones.

Behind them, there are the longings of the people of Longxia, the high hopes placed by the kings of the past dynasties, and the great trust bestowed by countless martyrs.

"My lord, I am very sorry for He Qing's letter." Shu Yun leaped down from the viewing platform and knelt down in front of Mo Ci.

He took out a letter from his pocket, signed by He Qing.

Mo Ci opened it, and after reading ten lines at a glance, he threw it into the stove beside him. The letter was burned to ashes and carried far away by the wind.

"Is Ayun going to be happy?" Mo Ci asked.

"Return to the Lord, the young master has reached the point where Le Xi meets Young Master He."

Mo Ci raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Has Wu Xu's men acted?"

"As soon as General Yan Qi's team set off, Wu Xu began to move."

A chess game that has been brewing for a long time and has already turned everyone into chess pieces is moving in turn according to the chess path set by Mo Ci.

No one will know what the outcome of their own destiny will be.

They only voluntarily choose to enter the game with their own beliefs and desires.