"Xiao Xiao..." A pitiful and long horse neighing suddenly resounded through the sky, seeming to be telling the unwillingness of his master's heart, and also seeming to accuse this thief of God's injustice, or perhaps for him. The owner saw him off... but once again attracted the attention of many Zhao Jun present.
With a "plop", the war horse knelt down weakly after a long neighing, and then completely fell to the side of his master. Under the huge horse's body, a pool of blood had already been Dissolve!
Only then did everyone realize that the body of the war horse was already covered in cuts and bruises. There was even a long knife mark that almost penetrated the horse's belly, with its internal organs leaking out. And on the way here, there were large swaths of blood, which obviously belonged to more than just General Qin. It was thought that the war horse had been seriously injured.
God knows how this war horse persisted until now despite being so seriously injured.
Although Zhao Kuo's soldiers achieved a complete victory in this battle, there were no cheers of victory on the battlefield like those on the Changping battlefield. Even everyone was immersed in shock and sighs.
Facing such a tragic and tenacious Qin army, especially in the face of the Qin general's dying blow, Zhao Kuo's soldiers were not qualified to cheer, let alone laugh at the Qin army's failure with cheers of victory.
There are many generous and tragic people in Yanzhao, and Yanzhao is also the place that cherishes and loves heroes the most.
The best hymn to bid farewell to a hero is not mourning or cheering, but silence, the silence of the opponent.
Not only Zhao Kuo's soldiers fell into silence, but even the reinforcements brought by Zhao Ping and the reinforcements in the city were infected by the atmosphere at the scene, and none of them dared to express their anger.
Zhao Kuo, who was not far away, naturally heard and saw this last scene. He waved his hand to signal the soldiers to get out of the way, and then strode towards the direction of the Qin general.
Plop...that's the sound of water drops falling.
In the blue sky, the blazing sun was still shining in the sky, but it happened to be raining heavily during this day.
Stepping on the raindrops, Zhao Kuo quickly arrived in front of General Qin.
In just a few steps, the rain had turned the blood of the Qin army into a river, gurgling towards the east, where Zhao Kuo was. It seemed that the dead Qin army was still controlling their blood.
It's a pity that when I stepped on it, there were only blood flowers all over the ground!
Leaning down and looking at the face that had been marked by time, the hair and beard that were half a century old, the dead right eye, and the left eye that was deeply carved with knife marks, Zhao Kuo had mixed feelings in his heart. After all, it is Qiang Qin! From the old man to the naughty boy, they all have a heart to sacrifice themselves for the country.
Doesn't this kind of plot run through the entire history of China? Even if the ships are strong and the artillery is powerful, even if the city is surrounded on all sides, even if the poisonous gas attack array is used, we have never given up...
Although the Qin State is now an enemy country, this momentum and patriotic feelings are what Zhao Kuo wants to preserve and pass on no matter what. Zhao Kuo understood: This is the root of China. A thousand pieces of gold are not easy to come by, and the root cannot retreat despite all difficulties.
But in this case, my attempt to build a Jingguan will probably not be completed.
"Hey, compared to China's inheritance, Jingguan and other things can only wait." Zhao Kuo thought secretly in his heart.
While gently caressing the eyes of the Qin general lying on the ground, Zhao Kuo secretly told him in his heart: "Don't worry, China will only become more glorious and great in my hands!"
As if he really heard Zhao Kuo's inner voice, Zhao Kuo's originally wide-open right eye was actually closed so easily, but the left eye still had a knife mark that was deep enough to show the bone. So scary.
"The order: Collect the bodies of the Qin army, purify them with water, and then wrap them in white cloth and bury them. The military badges will be collected and sent back to Qin. Anyone who dares to damage the corpses of the Qin army will be killed!" Zhao Kuo then stood up and said, He shouted orders to the soldiers around him.
This is already the greatest honor that Zhao Kuo can give. Unfortunately, no matter how great the honor is, it cannot bring the dead back to life.
Zhao Kuo's order was quickly carried out, and all the soldiers dismounted and began to clean the battlefield in groups of twos and threes.
Soon the reinforcements led by Zhao Ping also arrived.
I came over and wanted to join the procession of carrying the corpses. Such good intentions were rejected by Zhao Kuo.
Obviously, this is not a simple battlefield cleaning, but a silent admonishment.
Look at the Qin army, look at the blood on the ground that has flowed into a river, look at the Qin general who was stabbed several times, look at the horse with its intestines flowing out, and look at how they are looking for hope in despair. persevere in desperate situations;
Think about yourself again, think about your heavy armor Mo Dao, think about your stirrups, think about how you almost ruined a hearty victory.
Every time a corpse of the Qin army was carried, it was a torture for the soldiers and a baptism for them.
Peel off the mottled battle armor, collect every piece of wooden military plaque soaked in blood, remove all the bonds, and then use the most natural and cleanest rainwater to wash away the blood and dirt on the body;
Working in pairs, they carefully carried them into the tent, then carefully wiped and arranged them with pieces of hurried Gebu, and then wrapped them one by one with white cloth cut from the military tent.
The rainwater flowed down the soldiers' armors into their backs, and then flowed along the backs to the warehouse pipes and shoes. Soon, more than four hundred soldiers were like drowned rats.
But no one complained. They knew very well that if it hadn't been for the general, they would probably be the ones lying there now. When the two armies were fighting, if it weren't for the endless secret weapons of the general, I and others would never be the opponent of these soldiers. Even if the Qin army was reduced by two hundred people, I would not be their opponent.
Looking at the hideous faces covered with bruises under my hands, and feeling the coldness of the corpses in my hands, what does this little rain mean? Wherever there is any grievance in my heart. All I can think about is: It’s great to be alive!
Zhao Kuo did not leave, standing quietly aside, watching his own soldiers wash their souls in the rain, and grow their fighting spirit in the blood.
Although Zhao Kuo hopes that such a desperate fight like the Qin army will never happen, it is a pity that things are unpredictable. Today’s Zhao State is even far less powerful than Qin State. If the Qin people are so desperate, how can the Zhao people do it? Can I be exempted?
What's more, in the near future, when Zhao Kuo is about to arrive in Daibei, Zhao Kuo has already brewed a war in his heart. And in this battle alone, Zhao Kuo's "personal troops" will undertake important tasks.
Obviously, Zhao Kuo had high hopes for this "guardian team" that was selected from the front.
Training soldiers is training the mind!
