When the killing sound ended, the vultures circling in the sky screamed even louder, and several vultures tried to fall from the sky to enjoy their feast.
But he was shot down by Wu Nianjun's archers.
The vultures immediately took off into the sky and did not dare to fall again.
The soldiers were immersed in the killing, and their boiling hearts gradually calmed down. Physical fatigue and mental fatigue hit both sides.
Many strong soldiers sat on the ground, breathing heavily. Then sadness replaced enthusiasm.
The elite soldiers and militiamen looked at the corpses of their comrades or relatives and friends who fell on the ground, their eyes gradually turned red again, and they choked and shed tears.
Elite soldiers are fine. Many of them have experienced the bloody battle at Beishan Fort and can control their emotions. But this kind of battle is too exciting for the militiamen who are fighting for the first time.
The soldiers were like this, not to mention the women and children who bent down and untied the armor from the corpses. Some women and children burst into tears when they saw the bodies of their husbands and sons.
"My son!!! My son!!!!" An old woman who looked like she was in her fifties was sitting on the ground holding her son's body, crying heartbrokenly.
"The head of the family. The head of the family." A young woman who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old was crying like rain while holding the body of her young husband.
Such a young woman should have been married for four or five years. Under the couple's knees, there may be three or four little babies waiting to be fed.
How difficult must it be for a young woman who has lost her husband?
Wu Nian was startled by the cries, and his breathing stopped. He raised his head and looked at the sad scene in front of him. Sadness and sadness came to his heart, but these sadness and sadness made his heart even harder as iron.
The fire in his chest burned stronger and stronger, and anger filled his mind.
These wars, these similar scenes. From Beishan Fort to here, even though he has won successive victories, how many corpses of good Han men are under his feet?
Who is willing to lead troops and fight in battle?
Who would? !
A gentleman hides his weapon in his body and waits for the time to move. The most powerful military force is actually one that does not defeat the enemy in war. Instead, it makes the enemy feel powerful and dare not move.
These good men ended up like this precisely because of these barbarians who wanted the Han people to live happily in the country.
"Huh!!!" Wu Nian took a deep breath, shook his head, and stopped thinking about these things. It is human nature to feel sad and sad. If you don't have these, you will be a real hero.
Human life is like grass.
Wu Nian knew that he was not this kind of person.
The knife in his hand only kills enemies, not ordinary people.
But no matter how sad or sad, we must move forward. Now that a man has chosen a path, he should move forward with dignity.
Never regret it.
Wang Gui was organizing the people, rescuing wounded soldiers, and collecting war supplies. Zhang Sheng returned with the pursuing soldiers.
The armor on his body was covered with blood, and there were many traces of swords, spears, and halberds, and his face was a little pale. He bent down and said to Wu Nian: "General. The last general was incompetent and let Jin Huanshan run away."
Wu Nian raised his head, looked at Zhang Sheng, and said something Zhang Sheng didn't understand.
"You're still alive, that's the best outcome. Brother."
"Huh?!" Zhang Sheng looked at Wu Nian with questions all over his face.
Wu Nian smiled and didn't explain much. He just said: "Run away. I, Wu Nian, have stood up now. I will have the opportunity to kill ten thousand households in the future."
"Not only Jin Huanshan, but also Jin Ruiyun and the others. One day, I will conquer the Mongolian and Yuan capital with 100,000 horse and infantry troops."
"It doesn't matter, just let him run. You go down and have a rest. Wait a minute, we are leaving. Otherwise, it would be stupid to finally fight out and be blocked by them again."
"Yes." When Wu Nian said this, Zhang Sheng suddenly felt weak. After quickly responding, he found a sheepskin water bag, sat down on the ground, and started drinking water.
Soon after, the battlefield was cleared. Large carts were filled with armor and weapons. Although Wu Nian burned the grain, he did not burn the car.
Some women and children still held the corpses and cried bitterly, their voices becoming hoarse from crying.
Wu Nian took a deep breath and picked up the "gold" flag that fell on the ground, which was the flag of Jin Huan Mountain.
"Wow!!!!" Wu Nian raised the flag in his hand and waved it. The huge movements made the flags dance wildly, as if they were crazy.
"Ahhhhh!!" Wu Nian took a deep breath, then let it out, opening his mouth wide and letting out loud roars.
This huge movement immediately attracted everyone's attention, including the women and children holding the bodies of their husbands and sons.
A "touch" sound.
Wu Nian put up the flag and stood on the ground. He yelled: "Countrymen and compatriots. I am very ashamed. But I still want to ask you to give up the bodies of your sons and husbands."
"Because we don't have time to bury them. The Mengyuan people will chase them soon."
"Although saying this, it will never wash away your sadness."
"But I still have to say it."
"When Zhuangzi was about to die, his disciples wanted to bury him with many treasures. Zhuangzi said, I use the heaven and the earth as my coffin, the sun and the moon as my jade, and the stars as my pearls. There is no need for burial objects."
"Let your sons and husbands be like Zhuangzi. Lie here and become one with this mountain and river."
"And I will lead you and continue to fight until the [Liberation of Liaodong and expulsion of the Tartars] is achieved."
Having said this, Wu Nian said to a soldier next to him: "Light the torch."
The soldier was stunned for a moment, then immediately tore off a bit of cloth from a corpse, took a wooden stick, poured oil on it, lit a torch with a fire stick, and handed it to Wu Nian.
Wu Nian reached out to take the torch and lit the Jinhuan Mountain flag. Soon the fire engulfed the fabric, leaving only a bare flagpole.
Wu Nian raised the flagpole and planted it heavily on the ground.
"Folks, follow me. The people will not stop, the horses will not stop. Follow me to capture the city and the territory." Wu Nian roared, and then waved. Another soldier immediately took Wu Nian's eight-foot-long horse and handed it to Wu Nian.
Wu Nian reached out to take the horse's shaft, climbed onto the horse by grabbing onto the saddle. Riding the war horse, he slowly moved forward.
Still heading northwest.
The elite soldiers and militiamen, who were sore all over, stood up unsteadily and followed. The women and children holding the bodies of their husbands and sons were extremely reluctant to part with them, but they could only abandon the bodies of their sons and husbands. After shedding tears, they followed.
Twenty to thirty thousand horses followed Wu Nian and continued to the northwest.
This journey has just begun.
