In this tranquil night, the night sky is like a pure black silk tapestry, silently and gently covering the entire world.

It seems like a master painter, using deep black tones to depict a magnificent painting.

The stars are like sparkling gemstones, set in the deep night sky, they shine with enchanting light, telling ancient and mysterious stories. A gentle breeze brushes by, bringing a chill, as if nature is whispering, speaking of the night's mystery and serenity.

Occasionally, a few insect chirps come from afar, their sounds melodious and crisp, like a symphony of nature, adding to the night's tranquility and peace. In this peaceful night, everything is immersed in a harmonious atmosphere.

Yili lies in the tent, despite the soft bedding beneath her, it is difficult to calm her tangled and chaotic thoughts.

She tosses and turns, like a butterfly trapped in a spider's web, futilely flapping her wings, yet unable to break free from the invisible silk threads' restraint, long unable to enter the path of dreams.

Shi Feiyang, a man with a warm heart like the blazing sun, heroic stature like the vast ocean, and a steadfast devotion to the people like a towering mountain, is like a brilliant star, dancing and flickering in the deep sea of her heart, dominating her entire heart, causing waves of complex and incomprehensible emotions to surge within her.

And amidst these tumultuous feelings, love is like a vine growing invisibly yet irresistibly, silently spreading.

Her thoughts involuntarily drift back to the thrilling battle of the day.

At that time, the battlefield was filled with smoke, like a fierce black dragon flailing its claws, rampaging wildly; the shouts of battle were earth-shattering, like rolling thunder exploding in her ears; crimson blood flowed profusely, staining the earth a shocking scarlet, so cruel that one could barely bear to look.

However, the scene of everyone united, standing together, and overcoming hardships, was like a brilliant sunlight, piercing through heavy clouds, tenderly falling into her heart, allowing her to truly feel a precious warmth in this cold, cruel Jianghu struggle where the strong prey on the weak. And Shi Feiyang was undoubtedly the core of this warmth.

The image of Shi Feiyang heroically fighting the enemy on the battlefield is like a beautiful painting meticulously carved by time, never fading, deeply engraved in her mind, no matter how the currents of time wash over it, it cannot be erased.

He moved with agility, like the War God descending from the heavens, each move carrying the force of thunder, where he went, the enemies fell like leaves swept by the wind.

In Yili's heart, Shi Feiyang's figure grew ever more towering, like a majestic mountain that stands unshakable.

His courage and determination, like a burning torch, brought a bright and warm light to the chaotic corners of Yili's heart. Whenever she recalled this, her heart fluttered like a deer, and her cheeks would blush slightly, with reverence and gratitude flowing in her heart like a babbling brook, while the love had long since unknowingly wound tightly around her heart like a vine, growing ever stronger with the depth of her memories.

The night was deep and all was silent, only the occasional sound of the wind brushing past the tent, like a gentle sigh, quietly breaking the peace.

Yili still lay wide-eyed, without a trace of sleepiness.

In her heart, there was both the anticipation and yearning for the journey ahead, full of unknowns and challenges, and the deep recollections of various past experiences, the people and events of the past, like a beautiful painting, unfolded one by one before her.

And Shi Feiyang's figure always permeated these, becoming the most unforgettable presence in her heart.

She knew deeply that her love for Shi Feiyang had grown uncontrollably like the wild grass of spring, difficult to cut off.

After a brief rest and reorganization, Shi Feiyang suddenly raised his arm and called out, his voice like the booming of a large bell, vigorous and sonorous, with a tremendous force that penetrated all, instantly tearing through the stagnant air, directly reaching into everyone's heart, making each soul tremble.

Then, he stood tall and marched forward, like a fearless leader, resolutely leading everyone towards Ningxia.

At this moment, the afterglow of the sunset was like a layer of fine, nearly transparent golden gauze, softly draping over them, delicately outlining their weary yet steadfast figures, like hardy pines.

They bore the heavy hopes of the people, pressing on them like Mount Tai, with an unextinguishable longing for peace, every step was firm and powerful, leaving deep footprints, striding determinedly towards the unknown and challenging future, to blaze a bright path towards peace amidst the thorns.

In the mid-autumn season, Shi Feiyang and his group finally arrived beneath the Helan Mountain Range.

This mountain range, like a giant dormant dragon, lay across the vast land.

Its terrain was majestic and steep, with peaks rising and falling, extending endlessly.

The vegetation on the mountains was extremely sparse, large rocks lay exposed, displaying a magnificent and rugged texture shaped by ages of wind and rain. The whistling mountain wind carried the unique chill and ruggedness of the frontier, like untamed horses galloping wildly through the valleys, emitting sharp, piercing howls like the cries of ghosts and wolves, or the angry roars of ancient beasts awakening from slumber, echoing endlessly in the sky and earth.

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