Chapter 453: Is there a fairy?

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read2();　　The moonlight gradually rises, spreading across the battlefield. The silvery water-like moonlight shines on the densely packed corpses of deserters, intertwined with the dark red earth, and has an extraordinarily weird Beauty.
　　 This is the eleventh night of the Human Race's official conquest of the Southern Barbarian, and it is also a night!
　　 The Arrow Recovery Unit, composed of the Reserve and Logistics Department, controlled a full-loaded carriage, followed the route of the arrival, and quickly returned to the Quartet stronghold under escort, including the undetermined Lao Jin reserve team.
Lao Jin was riding on the horse, and behind him was Shunzi, a dark-skinned young man who rode together, but Shunzi was covering his ears with one hand, grinning with teeth, and looking a little bit painful. He was just hiding in the underground fort. Old Jin, who was furious, grabbed his ears and cleaned it up fiercely.
"Shunzi, you guys go back. I will report to the commander to deal with you by military law. You will be locked up for ten days. You know if you slow down a little bit, both of us will be dead. We are still a reserve. Be strong."
Lao Jin's face full of stubble still carries resentment, and the roaring in his mouth has never stopped, but the young Shunzi behind him has undiminished excitement in his eyes, rubbing his ears. Loud response:
　　 "My ice spear stabbed to death the first deserter in this battle. It is so glorious. Not to mention ten days closed, it is worth a hundred days."
　　 "You kid!"
　　 Lao Jin let out a helpless chuckle, and the young man grew older, and Lao Jin suddenly felt that he was old.
The four strongholds under the night were brightly lit, especially the Dongwang stronghold with the largest area and the largest number of expedition troops. It lit countless torches and even illuminated the sky above. Countless sergeants moved inside the stronghold and outside the stronghold. , Terran sergeants are also waiting, because the next night battle will be more difficult than the day!
Throughout the ages, night battles have been extremely dangerous combat environments. Under the dark light and extremely low visibility, it is difficult for the Minxiu shooter to judge the enemy’s position, so as to carry out cover-type attacks. At the same time, the human body clock and fatigue will also be dormant at night. on the other hand.
The deserters in the night are very easy to identify the targets of their own impact, because the four strongholds so bright are like lighthouses on the ocean, extremely conspicuous, and ordinary deserters who lose their minds after being giants will recognize this night. The huge light in the middle, roaring and impacting, but in contrast to the human conquest, it is difficult to find the wave of deserted people that blends with the night.
　　 Whether it is for the Staff Department of the Department of Armed Forces of Daxia and the old Dingnan, who is in charge of command, fighting at night will be a huge test.
In the entire Sifang battlefield facing the sky radiating from all directions, under the command of Wang Jing, the Thunder Army gathered the intelligence collected by the scout army in the dense forest in one place, and then took advantage of the high mobility of the flight to the high platform. The rapid transmission of information makes the expeditionary army firmly locked in the whereabouts of the nearest deserted army.
However, the large army of deserters, composed of several tribes within two hundred miles around, is advancing extremely slowly, because the southern jungle at night is the back garden of the of death. A large number of carnivorous beasts lie in ambush among the dense forests. He bit the deserter's neck with one bite, killed him with one blow, and dragged it deep into the dark forest.
"Your Majesty and Princess Wu can go back to the camp to rest first. The southern barbarian jungle at night has caused great trouble to the deserted people. Countless carnivorous beasts are madly eating away at the deserted people. At this speed, even if there is no Arriving here in a deviation, it will also be the second half of the night."
On the commanding platform, Ding Nanhou put away the latest information sheet, came behind Zhao Yu, knelt on one knee, and gently opened his mouth to report, and then the young emperor turned around and shook his head gently, not afraid of getting dirty, and sat down directly. , Crossed his legs, and responded:
　　 "It doesn't matter, I can sit here for a while, if my aunt is tired, I can go to the camp below to rest."
　　 "I can sit down for a while."
The cold and majestic response sounded immediately, and then Empress Wu also sat down beside Zhao Yu, with thousands of beautiful hair covering the table behind her, dazzling gold filaments, like golden flames burning out of thin air in the dark. , With infinite majesty.
　　 She sat on the Phoenix Terrace of the White Emperor Palace too many times. The scene in front of her was full of white clouds, blue sky and the No. 1 City of Summer, but it was the first time for the dense jungle in this night.
　　 Aunt and nephew, sitting cross-legged like this, quietly looking forward, there is no confrontation in momentum, and there is very little communication between them.
　　 But from morning to night, they are the two dignified aunts and nephews of the Daxia Dynasty, the longest getting together in ten years.
As the full moon rises, people come and go on the platform, which is extremely busy. There are Thunder Army flying from the sky to submit intelligence, there are also Sitian Supervisors from the ground, and there are even teleporting beams that pierce the sky, but At the very edge of the platform, there were two backs, one black and one white, but no one dared to look directly.
　　 Zhao Yu raised his right hand, touched his stubble chin, and asked gently:
　　 "Auntie, what are your plans next?"
　　 The voice of the young emperor fell, and the white-clothed woman beside him fell silent, as if thinking about it. After a while, the cold response sounded:
　　 "I will stay with my mother for a while, and then go to various places in Daxia to see if I can find clues to my father's trace."
　　 Empress Wu’s response was very light, but it still came to Zhao Yu’s ears clearly. After hearing the words, the young emperor's pupils shrank slightly, nodded lightly, opened his lips lightly, and said something lightly:
　　 "Grandma has waited for Grandpa for so long, and has been looking for him for so long. I am afraid it is difficult to find Grandpa's trace in this vast land of China."
　　 "Always try."
　　 A gust of wind blew Empress Wu’s hair and clothes, her cold voice filled with melancholy, and then she continued to speak:
"Mother is very bitter. Since Yu'er has taken over the burden of Daxia and Human Race, then I have to look for them to see who my father met back then, or what he knew, that made him need to leave everything behind. , Go alone, never return forever!"
　　 "There is no return!"
　　 Zhao Yu murmured softly, then looked up at the southern barbarian sky above his head. The sky was covered with stars, gleaming with misty stars, forming a beautiful galaxy.
　　 In the ebony eyes of the young emperor, silver mist is everywhere. He wants to see what the sky looks like after the sky, can Daxia's soldiers conquer it?
After a long time, the young emperor with the galaxy hanging upside down in his eyes closed his eyes, his whole body rose and shrank, and the surrounding space shuddered and fluctuated. At the next breath, he opened his eyes again and let out a whisper inaudible. :
　　 "Dare to ask if there is a fairy in this world?"