.There is no greater sadness than heartbreak. Lin Jue represents hope for the future. Without hope, everything will be meaningless.

Han Gang asked in shock: "Brother Qingshan, which Master Lin are you talking about?"

Ma Qingshan burst into tears and shouted: "Who else could it be, Mr. Lin? Mr. Lin Juelin. He died for us. He was the first to attack Zhuozhou. When we attacked here, he led his men into the city and disturbed the city.

The lack of peace attracted Han Desui to mobilize a large number of troops to eliminate them. We were able to escape smoothly. Everything was arranged by Mr. Lin. Otherwise... how could you and I have been so successful? The imperial court wanted to kill you and me, and Mr. Lin did this.

They are here to save us. Someone in the imperial court colluded with the Liao people to destroy the Great Wall and kill Privy Yang. Master Lin noticed this, so he came to sabotage the peace talks. In short... in short... Master Lin devoted his whole life for us and Zhou Dynasty.

But unexpectedly... he was burned to death here by the old thief Han Desui. Our rescue was too late, I don't know what to do with Master Lin and the others."

Han Gang listened blankly to Ma Qingshan's words. After a while, he suddenly shouted: "Fight the fire, save people, put out the fire and save people."

Everyone looked at him blankly and thought: How to save such a fire? The people inside must have been burned to ashes.

Ma Qingshan stood up wiping his tears, suddenly drew his weapon, and shouted sternly: "I want to kill Han Desui, an old thief, and avenge Master Lin and the others. They escaped not far away. Come on, follow me. I'm chasing."

Even to the ends of the earth, I will cut the old thief's corpse into thousands of pieces to comfort Master Lin and their heroic spirits."

Han Gang also heard this and shouted loudly: "You're right, take the old thief's head to pay homage to Lord Lin's heroic spirit. Come with me."

The soldiers formed their teams and prepared to chase the enemy. Han Gang and Ma Qingshan had already climbed on their horses. Suddenly, the rumble of horse hooves came from the avenue between the palaces beside the lush flower trees. Everyone turned to look,

Under the dawn sky, reflected by the morning glow and the palace fire, a group of cavalry came trotting. In front of the group, on a tall five-flowered horse, sat a young general, wearing black armor and dark red.

The cloak hung behind him, burning like a dark red flame.
Chapter completed!