After a while of thinking, his heart seemed to have formed a hole. Every single miserable wind and bitter rain drilled into it. The pain that was suppressed by Jiang Chong’s words on his way returned and became much worse, making him pained to the point of no longer wanting to live.

Half of the 50,000 iron armors were lost overnight.

Finally, Gu Yun's consciousness gradually blurred. Rather than falling asleep, in fact, it could be said that he had fainted, falling into unconsciousness then regaining consciousness alternatively. Many things from the past and the present became a mess, falling down onto him, old memories resembling floating shadows swept by.

He remembered his childhood years, when he was neither deaf nor blind, when he was like a flea that could never be laid down regardless of how much he was disciplined, and the old marquis would always glare angrily whenever he saw him.

On one rare occasion, however, the old marquis had patiently led him to see the sunset outside the fortress.

The old marquis was tall and dignified, even with a child only as large as a bun, he still treated him with equality. He refused to carry him and only led him by holding his hand - coming from the old marquis, this could already be considered a rare display of affection. In this way, the adult had to bend over, the child had to stretch their arm, no one could be comfortable.

However, Gu Yun did not complain. It was the first time he saw the blood-hue sunset in the desert of the border city. The figure of a Black Eagle flew by from time to time, like a golden crow dragging a white rainbow, everywhere around them was the vast yellow sand, flat forest and desert, and the young Gu Yun was almost shocked.

They watched the boundless red sun sink into the ground. Gu Yun could hear the old marquis expressing towards the deputy general beside him: "For a general, to be able to die for the home country, that would be great luck.”

He did not understand at the time, but now, twenty years had passed.

Marshal, Gu Yun thought: Perhaps I… truly will die for this home country.

...Like a foal in a gap, fire in a stone, a body in a dream.

At this time, someone pushed the door in, held Gu Yun up, and fed him a bowl of water. The other person truly was incredibly gentle, as if he was long used to taking care of other people, not letting even one drop to spill.

Then, the person lowered his voice and coaxed in Gu Yun's ear, "Zi Xi, drink the medicine then sleep again."

Gu Yun did not open his eyes, hazily answering: "Half an hour...wake me up half an hour later, if I cannot get up, splash a bowl of cold water on me.”