swear to love heaven

Is this the battlefield?

It's not that I haven't imagined the shock of thousands of troops and horses galloping, it's not that I haven't imagined the clang of swords and swords, it's not that I haven't imagined the tragedy of blood flowing into rivers, it's not that I haven't imagined the horror of corpses strewn across the field, it's not that I haven't imagined the bloody wind smell……

It's just that all these imaginations were wiped out in an instant after facing the bloody picture scroll woven out of the sky full of silver.

The horror of war lies in the fact that it can take away too many good things, young and fresh lives, and turn into a handful of bloody sand in a blink of an eye.However, the roar of those brave warriors who went forward and fought with their swords was so passionate and high-pitched, full of unstoppable momentum.

Wherever you look, there are horrible devastation, but it is also magnificent and magnificent, which is unforgettable for a lifetime.

Looking at the dusty scene in front of her eyes, and listening to the sound of fighting pouring into her eardrums, Kalixi suddenly felt that all the worries along the way disappeared, like a person who fell into the water, struggling from the initial fear, to the calmness at this moment .

Through the afternoon sun rolled up by the wind and sand, she heard her heart slowly sinking into the deep sea, slowly and leisurely, quietly and decisively.

Sharma tightened the rein in her hand, looked sideways, half of a calm silhouette fell into her eyes, and the not-so-bright sunlight lingered on Kalixi's side face, outlining an astonishing silence and tranquility. Between the eyebrows that were furrowed, there was still clearly a deep worry that was too thick to be resolved.

The little princess's ability to endure was indeed far beyond her imagination, and she had to admire Kalixi's composure. For those who saw this kind of scene for the first time, her performance was really outstanding.

"Go back." He said softly, showing concern.

After a while, she shook her head, silently watching the battlefield ahead.

With a long sigh, he continued to persuade: "Okay, Kalixi, you have seen it. Go back, this place is not suitable for you."

After a while of silence, just when Sharma thought that Khaleesi would not speak, she suddenly made a soft and gentle sound, concealing an imperceptible sigh.

"Remember, you once said that there is no place for me in this world. Why is this place not suitable for me?"

His eyes flickered, his brows frowned, he was speechless for a while, annoyed.

"The current situation is very unfavorable to the dead army. Even if they can resist to the end, it is absolutely impossible to defeat the protracted siege of the He-Syrian coalition forces. Their number is too small, and they can only last until midnight at most." Objective analysis, Hope Ka Lixi is not as dead-headed as Lemomena.

Suddenly, I realized that I didn't want to see that arrogant arrogance die at the hands of the Hittite king. It wasn't because of Kalixi, but simply because I didn't want to lose a strong opponent... Or, Lemomenna never gave up. The obstinate eyes can't help but make people... admirable.

Swinging away such thoughts that made her extremely uncomfortable, Sharma glanced at the Egyptian army standing behind her, and then turned her gaze to the little princess beside her who was exuding a gentle and safe atmosphere, and asked in a deep voice: "Need me?" Send troops?"

Smiled softly, like the wind and clouds, untimely indifferent and quiet. "No."

She was really going crazy, and she didn't understand why Khaleesi refused so decisively. Could it be that she really wanted to watch Lemomenna die in Kadesh?Although, I don't want to admit it, but I have to admit that Lemomenna is definitely an extremely important and very special person to Kalixi. Could she really watch Lemomenna die at the hands of the Hittites? .

"Karixi, this is not a good time to be stubborn. Lemomena is dazzled by revenge, and she is betting her own life. But this is a game that is destined to lose. Why do you still want to fight?" Supporting her stupid decision like this?"

The blood and silver are reflected in the bottom of the blue eyes, like a round of red sea waves stirred up by a moonlit night, rolling and charming, extremely gorgeous and extremely cold.

"Life is not a gamble, so why care so much about winning or losing. If you lose, you will return to where you came from, and turn into dust with the wind." Smiling face the wind and talk.

His eyes darkened, and after a while, his face changed awe-inspiringly. It was a kind of excessively horrified anger, which made Sharma's voice dry and hoarse. "You--damn it! You have already thought about it, and you will be buried for her!"

"She's gone, why should I stay? I don't want to be alone anymore. I promised her that I would be by her side. I won't make a mistake."

"Bullshit gaffe! You--" Staring at Khaleesi, Sharma felt the urge to scold her severely.In the end, he just cursed in a low voice, and shouted loudly, "Come on!"

"General." The adjutant stepped forward and nodded.

"Assemble the troops and go to battle immediately." She ordered without hesitation, she would not watch Khaleesi die in front of her, she couldn't do it, she absolutely couldn't bear the pain of losing her.

"Sharma!" She frowned deeply and stopped her sharply.

He lost his good temper, glared at her, hated the little princess for being confused, and even more hated himself for being cowardly who could afford it but couldn't let it go. "Enough, you two are crazy, I don't have time to mess around with a group of crazy people."

After finishing speaking, she turned the rein and ran towards the assembled army behind her, ignoring the anxious and sullen shouts of Kalixi behind her. Before the battle situation completely lost control, she had to repel the Hessian coalition army. What she wanted to save was not That arrogant Lemomenna is not this stubborn and affectionate Khaleesi.

It was... herself, a coward who was afraid of losing the one she loved.

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This is a meeting that was never foreseen, and it should never have happened... Horror, astonishment, trembling, these collected words are far from being able to describe La Balsa's feeling at this moment... …He told himself that he was the famous Hittite king, he was the king of the Anatolian plateau, he was the monarch with millions of troops in his hands, and he should never be afraid.

But, really, he felt the fear permeating from his limbs, like icy water, instead of scalding blood flowing through his body, forcing his whole body to be tightly wrapped in layers of cold air. Leave no gaps.

At the same time that Lemomena took off her mask, her smile, like a blatant sunshine, unfolded in front of everyone's eyes full of astonishment.It's just that the temperature of this patch of sunlight...is below freezing.

Driving the horse, he came slowly towards La Balza, who was in a daze. The brisk rhythm of the horse's hoof stepped on the ground, one hoof and one stamp, gently stepping on an elegant and lazy tone, fighting with the surrounding clamoring The chaotic atmosphere seemed out of place.

Seeing Lemomena's face, the guards in charge of protecting La Balsa were suddenly frightened and frightened, and completely lost their sense of proportion. The hands holding the weapons were visibly trembling. As they approached, they couldn't control the extreme fear in their hearts, and slowly backed away.

"Don't come here unharmed...Uncle." Smiling, calm as the wind, the flying sand and chaotic dust are still clear and sharp.The sword-sharp aura leisurely dissipated along with the bright blue flames in his eyes, instantly.

Seeing that the guards around him were all retreating, Rabalsa collected himself, raised his sword and pointed at Lemomenna, and said angrily, "Who is your uncle? What are you that dare to call the Hittite king uncle. Come on!" , kill her!"

The guards froze for a moment, looked at each other a few times, and saw the same timidity in each other's eyes, and no one acted rashly.

For the first time in their lives, they saw this kind of thing that should not appear on human beings... like a scale, blue cold light, quietly reflecting the sun, mysterious, condensed, weird...

Whether this woman with an insolent smile is a human being, a god... or a demon, no one can tell.Therefore, they would rather boldly disobey the king's order than to lose their lives in the blink of an eye and die for no reason.

Seeing that no one obeyed the order, Rabalsa glanced around angrily, and roared: "Do you all want to rebel? Kill this woman, quickly!"

"Rebellion?" He smiled lightly with the corners of his lips curled up, as if he had heard something very ridiculous, but this cold smile did not stain the eyes, which were filled with blue flames, cold enough to freeze the surroundings because of his appearance, and began to be turbulent dangerous air.

"You Hittite king, if you didn't rely on Mr. Shi to rebel, how could you sit on the Iron Throne of the Holy Light Palace. Now, you are blaming them for wanting to rebel. Isn't it ironic?"

Her words hit the sore spot, and La Balsa was like a mad trapped beast, with veins knotted on his forehead, and the strong smell of gunpowder flowing between the two had already been ignited by his fire-breathing sight, and he roared angrily: "You, a monster who is neither human nor beast, dare to slander King Hittite, who are you?!"

The eyes were slightly bent, not at all annoyed by his insult, with a perverse and indulgent plundering aura, the moment she raised her chin slightly, her sharp gaze tore through the dusty sunshine, and defeated him calmly. He met the flickering guessing glances cast from all around.

"Why, don't you remember me anymore? However, I still remember clearly that you gave me a pony as a birthday present. However, less than three months later, you rebelled and broke into the palace and murdered my father. King, the blood washed the palace, burned the temple, wiped out the blood of the Temotu dynasty, and exiled the officials who were loyal to my father. My good uncle, it is a pity that the fire you set on the temple did not fail. Take me to the side of my father and mother. Thanks to you, I have become what I am now, should I thank you?"

"You! You...you are----" Stuttering in shock, he stared dumbfounded at the handsome smiling face fifty paces away. La Balsa's memories sealed away in a dark heart.

If he hadn't been sitting on a horse, he might have fallen to the ground with weak legs, and his panicked voice was as trembling as his finger pointing at Lemomena. "You are... you are... Lemomena!"