On the 15th of June, the entire Nanling Pass was covered in mourning banners.
On the street outside the general's residence, Song Jingchen led tens of thousands of soldiers to stand on both sides, all the way to the west city gate. Everyone quietly looked at the team coming out of the general's residence.
Xiao Li, who was walking beside the coffin with the memorial tablet in his hand, closed his eyes and choked. "Young Master, we're going home."
Yes, they were going home.
However, the young man's passion would forever remain on that cold battlefield.
The mountains and rivers were fine, and the hero had returned to his hometown! When he came, he was a young man, but when he returned, his soul was gone!
A sorrowful horn sounded. With Song Jingchen in the lead, the soldiers knelt on one knee.
"Brother Xiao, let's go home."
"General Xiao, let's go home!"
