In the heavy snow, with the lights lit and the Su Mian swaying in the snow, I don't know when, there are already hundreds of thousands of soldiers of the Northern Army wearing white snow armor and almost blending with the surrounding silver-white ground, standing silently like statues.

These iron-blooded men of the Northern Army all looked sad, biting their lips and looking sad.

For a long time, Jiang Yu, the king of Bei'an, who single-handedly established the Northern Army, is the soul of this northern hero, but just like the beauty will be white-headed, the legend will inevitably come to an end.

This is the glory that belongs to the old prince, and it is also the glory of the Northern Army!

In the midst of the heavy snow, his posture was upright, and Hou Jiangqing, who was also dressed in white armor, slowly walked towards the front of the northern army array, he and Bei'an Wang Jiangyu had a seven-point imagination on their faces when they were young, their faces were full of solemnity, and there was a faint sadness in the depths of their eyes, and behind them, followed by two equally tall figures.

The appearance of the three of them is extremely imaginary, but the age span is longer, and then Jiang Qing turned his head slightly, asked a young man behind him, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Jiang Tu, Ben Hou has been guarding the Arctic Boundary City for a long time, although he doesn't know much about the matter of Tianmen Pass, but he also knows that His Majesty has long let Jiang Yue, who is the fourth son of the old man, come to Tianmen from Shenjing City to guard the spirit, and now the old man's great funeral is in front of him, what about others?"

Tianmen Hou Jiang Qing's inquiry, with a hint of sternness, in fact, for the four heirs of the King of Bei'an except Shanzi, the number of times they meet on weekdays is also very few, and they are not familiar with each other, and Jiang Yue, who has lived in Shenjing City since childhood, can be said to be brought up by Jiang Youtu, and then Jiang Tu, who was following behind Tianmen Hou, heard this, thought a little, and then opened his mouth to respond:

"There was news from the White Emperor Palace before, saying that His Majesty came to Tianmen Pass first, so Jiang Yue, as His Majesty's personal guard, should accompany His Majesty in Nancheng at this time. ”

"A few years ago, Ben Hou heard the news from Shenjing City, and always said that Jiang Yue, this kid was unruly and didn't cause trouble, and now he has become one of the taboo people in the Tianhui Army, but it doesn't embarrass my Jiang family, don't wait for him, let him come with His Majesty. ”

The still plain and cold voice came out of the mouth of Tianmen Hou Jiangqing, but what the two of them didn't see behind him was that there was a hint of relief in the eyes of this iron-blooded marquis.

After a few breaths, the three of them stepped to the point general platform in front of the Northern Army Formation, and then Jiang Qing looked around the circle, his right fist slowly raised, and he raised his head to the sky and let out a roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth:

"My father, one of the three kings of Great Xia, King Bei'an, once said before his death, I wish that when the soul returns to heaven and earth, it will be buried in the ice and snow in the north, and after death, I can also guard the northern territory of Great Xia. ”

After Jiang Qing's roar fell, he paused and continued to raise his head to the sky and let out an even louder roar:

"Please dress my father!"

After the roar, all the northern soldiers below raised their hands and beat their chests at the same time, staring at the robes and crowns that were held out by the Jiang disciples from the palace not far away, the robes were embroidered with divine birds, and the big crowns were placed on the robes, escorted by a team of Jiang disciples with solemn expressions.

Then Jiang Qing, as the eldest son, stepped forward, took the crown and robe with both hands, his body was as straight as a pine, and then turned around under the heavy snow and walked out of the Bei'an Mansion step by step.

"The whole army listens to the order and sees it off!"

Roars rang out from the northern army formation, and then these captains lined up in a neat line with the sergeants behind them, followed Jiang Qing and the Jiang family's disciples, and walked silently outside the northern city of Tianmen Pass.

In the entire heaven and earth, except for the sound of armor colliding as the soldiers walked, and the howling of the cold wind with heavy snow flying on the sky, there was no other sound coming out, and everyone held their breath and saw off in silence.

And when Jiang Qing and the others approached the huge gate of Tianmen Pass Beicheng with Lao Bei'an's clothes and crowns, the officials of Daxia who were waiting led by Wei Guogong, King Zhenhai and King Xiban turned into plain white rivers and also silently merged into the sea of people who saw them off.

"Open the gates!"

With a roar full of energy, the thick city gate on the city wall between heaven and earth suddenly opened, and at the same time, one after another deafening drum sound came from the city wall, tearing the entire sky.

"Knock! knock!"

Under the sound of drums, Tianmen Pass South City, regardless of men, women and children, all walked out of the house, came to the snowflake street, and then knelt silently, and bowed deeply to the dim northern sky.

At the same time, on the high city wall of Tianmen Pass, a carriage stopped silently, next to the carriage, Zhao Yu and his party stood in the snow, the young emperor at this time had changed into a solemn black robe, looked down at the city gate that was slowly opening below, and his face was solemn and calm.

The earth-shattering drum made the city wall where everyone was tremble slightly, and then on the city wall, a petite figure wrapped in a black robe from top to bottom looked at the crown robe that was picked up by Jiang Qing below and gradually walked out of the Tianmen Pass city wall, he raised his hand, covered his heart, and slowly squatted down, unable to suppress it anymore, and let out a mournful cry that pierced the sky.

This mournful cry is so insignificant in the deafening drumbeat, but it is the love-hate of this storyteller in this life, and then Jiang Yue, who was standing next to the figure, sighed softly, and tears also blurred his eyes.

"Your Majesty, the time has come for the death of the nation. ”

Liang Po took out a pure black scarf from the carriage and draped it on Zhao Yu's body, after his voice fell, Zhao Yu nodded, and looked at the long dragon-like send-off team in Tianmen Gorge in front of him, and his figure gradually disappeared in place.

And when Zhao Yu's imperial shadow appeared again, it had already come to the front of everyone, like a smear of black, standing proudly on the plain white snowfield, and instantly became the center of heaven and earth.

In the next moment, all the officials and soldiers of the Northern Army knelt on one knee in unison, and the entire procession to see them off was like a long dragon turning over in an instant, silently startling countless snow foams and rolling in all directions.

Then Zhao Yu raised his hand and clenched his fist, beat his chest and saluted, and the emperor's voice rose to the sky, resounding throughout the sky:

"Xueyuan is fortunate to be buried in the bones, the glory will last forever, the will is not extinguished, send the king of Bei'an, Jiangyu into the ground!"

After the voice of the young emperor fell, everyone in Tianmen Gorge also clenched their fists and beat their chests, looking up to the sky and roaring, and the sound of a tsunami rising to the sky, lingering in the entire northern territory of Great Xia:

"The glory is eternal, the will is immortal, and I congratulate His Royal Highness the King of Bei'an to the ground!"