The old traitor who betrayed the border army for many years, Sun Shangwen, is dead.
Anatu, who massacred 327 Chang people, died.
The elite Iron Wolf Guards who dared to invade the territory of Chang Dynasty also died.
Damn, they're all dead.
But he didn't deserve to die. The soldiers of the Guoyi Battalion of the border army, who were the most undeserving of sacrifice on the land of Zhongzhou, died in the battle.
Lieutenant General Chen Wenyong lost an ear.
Three captains were killed in battle, and one captain lost half of his arm.
Eight Xiaoqi, a total of eight Xiaoqi came, eight Xiaoqi who climbed the "fatal slope" and charged Xiaoqi, all died in the battle.
Seven hundred and sixty-four soldiers were killed, and three hundred and sixty-nine were wounded.
In this battle, 371 people were injured. Among these 371 people, 120 were seriously injured. The smoke was ignited. The doctor Luzhu brought from Beijing quickly ran away from the west side. come over.
Seven hundred and seventy-five soldiers of the Guoyi Camp died in battle, and this number is still increasing. Chu Qing clutched the riding whip tightly, while the doctors trembled and hurriedly treated the injured.
A total of more than a thousand people were killed, more than half.
Annihilate them all, annihilate the Liang bandits, 3,201 people, including the Iron Wolf Guard general.
Total annihilation!
Kill the enemy general in formation!
These two sentences, two words that should make the soldiers cheer, are so bleak in the face of more than half of the damage.
The intact soldiers gathered around Pao Ze's body in silence.
Some kneeling, some lying down, kneeling in a pool of blood, lying on the broken sword, piecing together the incomplete corpse for the robes.
Border troops are good at this kind of thing.
They ate together and lived together. They knew exactly how many moles appeared on their buttocks. Half a head, a severed arm, even a finger, they could all know which corpse it belonged to.
But they were restraining Pao Ze's corpse.
Who would have thought that these warriors, who had already put their life and death aside and dared to kill cold thieves with long knives, were crying like helpless children.
Chu Qing wanted to spread his wings and fly to Changjing, then catch every courtier, throw them to the ground, and let them see what happened at the border, what the border army did, and what they lost. What.
"Chu Jianzheng."
Niu Ren, who was squatting on the ground, waved at Chu Qing, and Chu Qing walked over quickly.
Niu Ren's body was covered in blood, his saber was placed at his feet, and his tiger helmet was broken into pieces.
The broken tiger helmet seemed to be telling how brave Niu Ren, the leader of Guoyi Camp, had just charged, and how he was lingering in front of the gate of hell.
"Chu Jianzheng." Niu Ren showed a very bitter smile: "Thank you."
Chu Qing was extremely ashamed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
"I…"
Crouching down, Chu Qing couldn't say the second word.
"Guo Yiying, I owe you a huge favor."
Chu Qing lowered his head firmly: "The people of Chang Dynasty owe you, every soldier, every hero who died in battle, and every frontier soldier. I owe you a huge favor."
Tears fell into the blood.
Chu Qing, after all, showed his cowardly and unbearable side.
Because behind him, two troops were arguing, crying and arguing.
"This is Lao Chong's arm. It's really his arm. Give it to me, give it to me, and I'll sew it up so that I can return to the village alive. I can't explain to Lao Chong's father that I'm missing an arm..."
"Nonsense, how can the old insect's arms be so thick!"
The corps commander wanted to snatch the severed arm, but the corpsman held his trouser leg tightly.
The soldiers knelt down, choked and speechless.
The corps leader yelled: "I'm begging you crazy, if I say no, it means you can't do it."
The soldiers were just kneeling like that, with pleading expressions on their faces, and they were holding on to the corps leader's trouser legs.
The helpless troops burst into tears.
"Don't cry and cry, just look for it, look for it carefully, sew the thief's arm, and the old insect will wrap you up in his dream!"
"I can't find my brother's arm. My brother's body is missing an arm. I can't explain it. My brother is missing an arm. When he goes down there, he can't use the knife. His right hand is gone. If he doesn't use the knife, he will be laughed at. Yes, you will be laughed at, you will be laughed at..."
Jun Wu choked and repeated this sentence, he would be laughed at, he would be laughed at.
Chu Qing was also crying, silently.
That army didn't know that this arm didn't belong to the old insect.
But he really couldn't find it. On the battlefield, he searched around and around for broken arms. There were many. He didn't dare to pick them up, for fear of picking up other robes. After picking them up, the other brothers came down below. One-armed, what? The knife can still be used.
But the old worm can't live without an arm. Junwu cried helplessly. He just wanted to find an arm, even if it was Liang Thief's, and sew it on. At least, his brother would have a whole body so that he could still take it when he got down there. Live with the knife.
No one has read a book, and even if they read a book, it is impossible to be a frontier soldier, and they have no skills. They can only chop people with a knife. When they get down there, they even have no arms and can't chop people, so they will be laughed at.
On the battlefield, cries can always be heard.
People will collapse, even the bravest frontier soldiers.
The drums of victory were exciting, but they also brought the troops to the edge of collapse.
Every time the passionate drum sounds, it means that they are going to gather the bodies of the brothers who have been together day and night.
They will not be afraid of the ferocity of the enemy, they will only be afraid of this moment, survival, and survival.
If you die in battle, you will be free.
While alive, one has to experience more pain and suffering.
Chu Qing's tears were like a flood that could not be stopped or wiped away.
"Go back." Niu Ren carefully took out a yellowed handkerchief from his arms and handed it to Chu Qing with some reluctance: "Wipe your face, go back clean, and look back at the original city. It’s a great victory, but you have to prepare wine and meat. Tomorrow, I will take the kids to have a good meal.”
Chu Qing looked at the scarf, a little lost in thought.
Niu Ren's face turned red, it was obvious that he had misunderstood, and he explained: "It belongs to my daughter, otherwise I would not be able to carry this object."
Chu Qing's face turned pale: "She's a daughter..."
Chu Qing was a little scared, afraid that it would be another heartbreaking story.
Heartbreaking stories happen every day at the border. It seems that every soldier has a heartbreaking story buried in his heart.
With a long sigh, Niu Ren closed his eyes in pain.
To be speechless is to be heartbroken.
Chu Qing asked cautiously: "Is it related to Liang Thief?"
Niu Ren was slightly startled: "What do you mean?"
"Why did her daughter die?"
"Damn you, who said that my daughter died."
"Ah?" Chu Qing looked confused: "Then why did you sigh."
"I got married more than ten years ago. Damn it, it's really the daughter who got married that threw the water. Throughout the year, I only come to see this general once. It makes me fucking heartbroken when I mention this unfilial daughter."
Chu Qing: "..."
Fu San curled his lips.
I've been waiting for a long time to get married. Looking at you like that, I thought you were dead.
"Master, go back. You haven't had a good rest for two days and two nights."
Chu Qing was indeed exhausted physically and mentally, so he turned back and looked at the battlefield again.
Closing his eyes in pain, taking a deep breath, Chu Qing finally left.
If he stayed any longer, he was afraid he would go crazy.
