The gold-embroidered flag fell straight down.

Song Qing and others' expressions changed greatly, and they hurriedly gathered towards Young Master Liu.

"Commander, what are you doing? This is your handsome flag!"

"Commander, you are crazy. These are the souls of the soldiers of the three armies. Why did you chop them down?"

Liu Mingzhi used a little force to knock Song Qing and others out. He cut off the flag with a sword and held it in his hand for a moment to look at it carefully.

Under the astonished gazes of 200,000 people, Liu Mingzhi grabbed the flag and threw it toward the grave.

"Brothers, keep it to wrap yourself up against the cold."

"It is its honor to protect you from the cold."

"Song Qing listens to the order!"

"The last general...the last general is here."

"Find the best craftsmen in northern Xinjiang and pick the finest mountain stones to erect a monument."

"Sign the letter from the front, the country is safe, the country is peaceful and the people are healthy."

"There is a letter on the back, civilian officials get off their horses, military generals get off their horses, eight characters."

"This king's order is issued to the officials and people of the twenty-seven prefectures in northern Xinjiang. When passing by this place, they must pay great courtesy."

"Anyone who disobeys the order will be executed!"

"To comfort the spirits of our brothers who defended the country and sacrificed their lives for the country!"
Chapter completed!