Even if the sky collapsed, he would not leave. That was because on his shoulders he carried her love.
The cold wind caressed his eyebrows as he saw the young scout return on horseback. The scout's back was bent as a dozen arrows were embedded in his back. Even with that, he did not fall, and instead, he tied the spear to his horse. Piercing the spear into his chest, he forced his dead body to return. Before his chest, the armor had been torn apart. On the white clothes, there were a few words written in blood: Southeast, 15km, light cavalry, 10 thousand.
Zhuge Yue looked at this young warrior and lowered his head. After a long pause, he lightly said, "You have done well."
With that, the spear that had been under stress for a long time had finally penetrated through the body of the soldier. The dark red blood spurted out from the back as the young soldier fell off the horse. The horse neighed in sorrow as it licked the soldier's face, pacing up and down.
