Gone with the Bustling World Chapter 62: Chapter Fifty-Eigh

Watching the intimate peers turning into cold corpses, Bafang soldiers were in a grief beyond description.

“All of them are warriors of Daqing…” Duke Fang was in white, his red scarf fluttering like blood, saying in a tone more understanding than ever, “The success of a commander means the corpses of numerous people… It's true that the world is built on bodies…”

Tonight, the moon was fascinatingly huge, hanging low in the deep dark sky. The constellations of Victory and Greedy Wolf shone and brought the best of each other.

The seven hundred thousand Bafang soldiers all dressed in white like snow, which spread all over the land, as if moonlight cast onto the vast Sukesa Plain. There were numerous people and horses, but stood between them was silence.

Xiao Qingyu sat up in the wheelchair, eyes full of compassion and lenience, “Families fall apart, and bones are piled up. For whatever reason, war is cruel and merciless.”

Fang Junqian smiled, “I have no other choice.”

Xiao Qingyu was silent.

Staring at this faintly smiling young duke, Xiao Qingyu, for the first time, felt really sorry for him, something long-lost, faint but beyond words.

He was less than nineteen years old!

The idea occurred to Xiao Qingyu, which made the long-lost sorrow even more real.

When other youths at his age were enjoying their parents' pampering, or going out with the girls they first fell in love with, Fang Junqian already led a large-sized army to fight for the country…

Everyone's hope was on him.

He had no way out.

He could only fight and defeat the enemy!

Such a burden was too heavy for an eighteen-year-old youth…

Fang Junqian sandwiched three incenses between his fingers, worshiped the moon three times and inserted them into the incense burner. His voice was resolute and powerful, reaching further and further away!

“My fellow soldier, let's drink together, if your souls come back!”

Fang Junqian picked up a jar of wine, poured a half on the ground and, raising his head, the other half into his mouth! The crystal liquid heroically flowed down to his throat along his neck!

The seven hundred thousand echoed with him, “My fellow soldier, let's drink together, if your souls come back!”

Like a drop of water dripped into the boiling oil, the silent Sukesa Plain instantly boiled up! The soldiers sat down on the ground, drinking and talking and laughing loudly!

Their brothers didn't leave! See? They were drinking and enjoying the victory together with them!

Xiao Qingyu drank a lot, and soon some bitter sharpness surfaced in his eyes, “Get my guqin!”

Quickly, a guqin was handed to him.

“Clang!” The slim fingers produced the most powerful notes!

His song amazed the audience! —

“Everyone is in snow white, with only crude wine,

Three incenses are burning the past. We start a war to end the other.”

Fang Junqian laughed loudly and drew out Sword Heaven to dance with it!

The deep voice rang like a dragon chanting, arrogantly and heroically over the land!

“The world is the dust of battles.

Dead bodies and bones make up a lengthy mountain.”

On the spur of the moment, Xiao Qingyu held the guqin in his arms and began to play vertically to a fast rhythm!

The two smiled at each other, singing perfectly at an interval.

“The yellow sand covers the sky.” “Covers the sky.”

“Greedy Wolf is there.” “Greedy Wolf is gone.”

“Swing your Sword.” “Swing my Sword.”

“At the demon.” “Kill the demon.”

“Honor the ancestor.” “Fight like the ancestor!”

Seeing Fang Junqian's Sword Heaven shining in dazzling blue light, Xiao Qingyu also pulled out his Sword Earth, the brilliance of which also took everyone's eyes!

Only then did they know that Duke Fang had given Sword Earth to Childe Wushuang…

The two treasure swords shone with overflowing light that almost hurt the eye in their movement.

“Frost blades connect.” “Connect.”

“Victory is there.” “Victory is gone.”

“Hold your Sword.” “Hold my Sword.”

“Make it sharper.” “It's sharper.”

“Kill the demon.” “Kill the demon…”

The singing paused. Fang Junqian looked into the vast territory against the night sky, saying in a languid tone overriding the world, “Wars have been this cruel since ancient times, blood shed and people dismembered.”

Xiao Qingyu gazed up at the sky, the helplessness and benevolence overflowing his eyes, “The world is alternately peaceful and at war. But the people suffer either way.”

Duke Fang laughed wildly and resumed singing, “On the boundless land, war started and ended.” He gently looked at the peerlessly gorgeous Xiao Qingyu in his white clothes, “The world sings its praise for the heroes, but who pities the people?”

Xiao Qingyu's voice was husky and crystal, “Smoke rises up from the ruins of waste cities; soldiers are exhausted.

The war ends with bones piled up. People are gone; souls leave…”

On the Sukesa Plain, appeared a strange scene. The seven hundred thousand soldiers were clammed up, staring blankly at the peerlessly good-looking men in the middle and listening to them singing.

Heaven and Earth in their hands were piercingly freezing and emitting glows cutting the sky like a rainbow!

“When the Sword is out, the world is amazed!”

“Spur the horse and head back.” “Let's head back…”

“Trample over…” “This night.”

“Let's be drunk for a millennium—”

“Who will be drunk with me?”

Chapter end