Chapter 19: Lament

As the name suggests, the Yixian Gorge is a canyon between two cliffs. The rolling Yuncang River rushes through here and falls straight to the plain below, nourishing hundreds of millions of lives.

Standing on the plain not far from the Xianxian Gorge, looking at the spectacular waterfall formed by the river water falling straight down from the cliff hundreds of meters high, Li Mufan was suddenly filled with thoughts.

"Your Majesty, all the fallen soldiers have been buried."

Hearing Fan Qingyue's low voice, he put back his chaotic thoughts and asked, "How is it?"

Fan Qingyue whispered: "Thanks to the medicine brought by Brother Aqiang, many brothers are now fine. Only eighteen people were too late to be treated..."

"I got it. Go and inform everyone to gather at my place."

"Yes, Your Majesty..."

After half a stick of incense and looking at the more than 200 soldiers standing in front of him, Li Mufan was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice: "I have one thousand brothers in the Sequoia Guard Battalion. Since the chaos in the palace, there are only 230 left. Seven, ten to seven or eight, what virtue and ability do I have to allow you to risk your lives to protect each other like this?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Long immediately knelt down on one knee and said loudly: "Your Majesty, there is no need to blame yourself. It is our mission to protect you. It is the honor of our brothers to sacrifice for you!"

After looking at Liu Long and the soldiers of the Guard Battalion, he sighed softly and said: "I understand the intentions of all brothers. You are all the best warriors in the kingdom, but I am no longer the king..."

"His Majesty……"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this and knelt down.

Zhang Tie shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, don't be discouraged. Even if we die, we will fight back to the royal city to help you regain the throne!"

Everyone shouted at the same time: "Your Majesty, please think twice!"

Looking at the kneeling soldiers below, Li Mufan felt his heart surge and his eyes were slightly moist.

Seeing that Li Mufan had not expressed his position, Liu Long felt anxious and shouted loudly: "If Your Majesty relinquishes the throne, we will not be able to kneel here for a long time!"

Hearing this, the soldiers of the Guards Battalion shouted again: "Your Majesty, please think twice!"

Silence, a long silence.

After a long time, Li Mufan slowly said: "I, Li Mufan, am grateful for your love, but my status as king has passed. I won't mention it again in the future. From now on, if you don't dislike me, you can call me Young Master." , no need to salute me anymore.”

"this……"

Everyone was obviously hesitant. Liu Long and Zhang Tie wanted to say something, but Li Mufan waved his hands and said: "This matter is settled. There is no need to mention our previous identities. Everyone, please get up."

Seeing that the soldiers did not make any move, Li Mufan glared at Liu Long fiercely.

Seeing this, Liu Long's whole body trembled. He immediately reacted and said loudly: "Thank you, Your Majesty..."

Everyone shouted in unison: "Thank you, Your Majesty..."

"you……"

Li Mufan smiled bitterly when he saw that everyone still called him His Majesty.

It's not that he doesn't want to be the king, but that this identity is too sensitive. If it is publicized, the Sun and Moon Kingdom will definitely not let it go. Even the Yunqin Empire, which has already acquiesced that he is a dead man, will not let him go. In this case , why not keep a low profile first, and once you have the strength, won’t it be easy to become the king?

After shaking his head with a wry smile, his expression changed and he said seriously: "Liu Long, lead the soldiers to say goodbye to the eighteen brothers!"

"yes!"

Liu Long turned around and shouted loudly: "Line up!"

After everyone heard this, they immediately put away their slight sadness and formed four teams according to the order of previous training.

"Military salute!"

"Swish!"

Everyone uniformly raised their swords in their hands and stared at the eighteen tombs on the riverside in front of them.

In my ears, someone blew the unique and powerful bugle of the military camp, but this was not a charge horn, but a lament, a lament to bid farewell to my comrades...

The sad horn sound echoed in the sky above Xianxian Gorge, and the soldiers' eyes were slightly moist. Li Mufan walked to the front of the team step by step. He stared at the tombs of the eighteen heroes and said in a low voice: "I, Li Mufan, cannot lead you to be victorious ministers in life, and I will not let you become ghosts in a foreign land even after death."

After receiving a bouquet of white blooming flowers from Fan Qingyue, he walked slowly to the tomb and placed the flowers one by one in front of the tomb.