Yu Feng An Huang’s identity Fang Yunhan did not produce any surprise and would not deliberately.

Feng’ an’s attitude towards him is taken for granted. Yunhan shows his strength ahead. As a single sea emperor, the name is a person who is more distinguished than the North Korean baron
The title of emperor in the martial arts is a compromise made by the imperial court to these overly powerful martial arts people. When this compromise is unified, it will turn into a long-standing glory, convention and respect.
Even the Neptune will not regard others with special respect for the members of the royal family of Daqi.
"Yes, I’m going back." Feng An nodded and looked a little disappointed. "Is Mr. Fang injured?"
Fang Yunhan didn’t mean it was just a minor injury.
In fact, he was badly injured, except for the rib fracture and shoulder injury, the right arm was the most seriously injured. Now the whole arm was wrapped in bandages, and even the fingertips were not exposed.
When the military doctor looked at it, bones were exposed in many places in his right palm. Even if there were mutated biological raw materials, wound medicines and his own pranayama cultivation, it would not take ten days and a half months to grow well.
However, Fang Yunhan’s legs are damaged, and no one can care if he wants to come out for a walk.
Feng’ an nodded again, as if it was certain that after returning to Beijing, he had some thoughts that did not belong to Fang Yunhan. After a while, he said, "Can Mr. Fang accompany me for a walk?"
Fang Yunhan should go out of the general’s office together and go all the way to the east.
There are also many white cloths hanging in front of houses in this iron garment city, all of which are ghosts and people are killed or injured when they are in chaos.
It’s been some time since their loved ones died, and it seems that they have gradually accepted the fact that there is no more heartbreaking crying, but the gloomy atmosphere everywhere makes the pedestrians silent.
Shop assistants and vendors are listless and sighing.
In fact, along the way, most of the shops have already closed their doors, and there is something at home.
Feng ‘an didn’t walk slowly in armor today, and the line of sight crossed from a family.
After a long silence, he didn’t know whether he was talking to Fang Yunhan or talking to himself. "Tieyi City is located in the northern border, but in recent 20 years, the dispute over Wang Ting in Daqi North Desert has won more and lost less, especially in recent years, when the border troops are equipped with new muskets, they dare not get close to those who travel beyond the Great Wall."
"In the past, this city was very lively."
Fang Yunhan listened quietly as he walked. He felt that Feng ‘an’s words were still unfinished and did not urge him to ask. They walked for about half an hour and left Tieyi City.
To the east of the city is a mountain, and to the north of the mountain, the terrain is steep, which can be said to be a natural mountain. At ordinary times, there are hundreds of soldiers guarding it, while to the south of the mountain, there is a hidden valley deep in the forest.
Fang Yunhan followed Feng ‘an all the way to this heart.
In front of him, there was an open ground. Looking up, the two sides and the opposite mountain slopes were very far apart, and there were countless wooden boards and earthen bags standing on these lonely mountains.
Every board in the vicinity has a profound name, while some in the distance are famous monuments, while others have been blurred by wind, rain, frost and snow, and the tombstones are all dead.
Others are a big grave with several stones on it. It is not a person’s name, but the name of a battle. It seems so convenient that all the bones in the whole battle are buried together.
There are thousands of graves here, and it seems that there is no margin at first glance.
"This is the place where soldiers in the northern border bury their bones."
The young timbre sounded in Fang Yunhan’s ear in Feng ‘an Sound is also imbued with an ancient rust smell. "Far away, people died in past wars, but in front of me, these are the victims buried after I came to Tieyi City."
He raised his hand and pointed to the vast tombstone and drew a range. Finally, he pointed to the nearest columns, "And these are the soldiers who died in the ghost chaos."
Hoo ~
A few leaves floated across the valley from behind, and the sky was still dim despite the sun.
Fang Yunhan unconsciously raised his left hand in the face of countless graves, as if to catch a wisp of wind and feel the breath here more deeply. "People who sacrifice here will be remembered."
Feng An nodded calmly. "Yes, the army will determine which soldiers died according to the number of points on the roster, and then it will inform the government and let their distant relatives know the news here."