Nanguan, outside the north of Lancheng City.
On top of the city, Han You felt like his heart was being cut by a knife.
In this battle, the southern army was brave, chasing the enemy hundreds of miles into the mountains, and captured more than 17,000 soldiers.
This is a military report, victory, victory, victory, great victory. When the military report arrives in the capital, and when it reaches the court, how many people will celebrate with their crowns.
But under this military report, between the lines, there is the blood of Nanguan, the tears of Nanguan, and the loyal soul of Nanguan is forever separated from his relatives, heaven and humans.
The corpses of hundreds of battles in the yellow sand are cold to the bones, and three feet below, a loyal soul rests in a shallow grave.
The heroic cavalry camp was good at riding and fighting, and its bravery was unparalleled. Four hundred and seventy-six people died in battle.
In Wuying, Lieutenant General Xiong Fu's wife was pregnant for six months. He was sentenced to Junan. Jun, he fought in all directions and died from random arrows.
Gongma camp, made great achievements, beheaded the enemy thief chieftain Ying tribe, beheaded more than a thousand enemy soldiers of Ying tribe, and died in battle, 551 people.
In Ge camp, he entered the deep mountains and defeated his subordinates. He captured twelve flags and killed 976 people in battle.
Gong camp, one hundred and seventy-one people...
Buyong Camp, 2,119 people...
The 4,292 people, the 4,292 southern troops of the Great Zhou Dynasty, only brought back 3,841 corpses.
Three thousand eight hundred and forty-one corpses were buried in Huaizhong Mountain in the north of the city.
Chasing the enemy lasted five days and four nights.
Twenty-one beheaded generals.
Capture the flag, thirty-nine.
Killed enemies, more than 17,000 levels.
This great victory was enough to make the imperial court in Beijing rejoice.
But no one in the imperial court far away in Beijing knew that this so-called great victory was achieved with the lives of 4,292 soldiers of the Southern Army.
The 4,292 soldiers who died in the battle were hiding behind Huaizhong Mountain, and how many families were broken up and struggling to survive.
In one year, or even two years, within two years, it will be difficult for the Nanguan barbarian tribe to become a phenomenon again.
These are all obtained by the Southern Army in exchange for their lives!
This is a soldier, a soldier who wants to save face. He only talks about how much he has gained, but never talks about how much he has sacrificed, how many died in battle, and how much he has dedicated.
The billowing smoke rose into the sky, showing the soldiers' incomplete armor being burned.
Those armors can no longer be worn.
Those armors will accompany these loyal warriors to the other world and continue to protect the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Huaizhong Mountain is on the north side, where countless military corpses are buried.
This is also the last line of defense in Nanguan.
The soldiers and civilians of Nanguan firmly believe that when Nanguan is completely lost, these loyal martyrs buried in Huaizhong Mountain will once again set up a line of defense for people to stop the enemy and thieves. They will live as the Southern Army and die as the Southern Army. They will never forget to protect them in life and death. Home and country.
The order to go out and pursue the enemy was given by Ren Canglin.
But Han You couldn't hate Ren Canglin.
Commander, what I want is stability in Nanguan.
If the enemy thieves are not beaten to their vitality, and if the enemy thieves are not chased deep into the mountains, it won't be long before these savages will attack again.
Every army knows that every army has no regrets, and every hero who died in battle has no regrets. This is the fate of the army.
"A long tassel hangs a gun and a flying horse, thousands of miles of yellow sand slashes at the enemy, and I still have no fear when I step on the battlefield. When the moon is full, I sing loudly to celebrate my victory. Rongnan is so majestic."
The old commander Ren Canglin pressed down on the wall of the city gate and murmured in a low voice, over and over again.
Tang Qingfeng, who had medicine cloth wrapped around his shoulders, cried silently.
Weeping for Pao Ze, and also weeping for a young captain named Tang Zhang.
Ren Canglin patted Tang Qingfeng on the shoulder and said softly: "Don't blame the brothers. They have tried their best to accompany us all the way here. They are tired."
Han You opened his mouth, wanting to say something to say goodbye to his loyal soul, but he didn't know what to say.
The romance in Beijing is to witness ancient trees taking root and sprouting under the scorching sun, sipping a sip of fragrant tea, and then watching them wither and fall amidst the white snow, reciting a poem, and thinking that you have seen the heaven and the earth, the human world, and the world. Sun, moon and stars.
The romance of Nanguan is that the soldiers lie down in the mountain of corpses, smelling the smell of blood, dyeing their armor red, shouting to kill the enemy, dragging their remaining bodies towards the enemy thieves, closing their eyes again, and sleeping three feet away forever. Just for the peace of the country, no regrets.
Han You didn't speak after all, because he didn't know what to say.
At this moment, how he wished he was a composer, using the most magnificent and tragic orchestral tune, to offer the most reluctant hymn to these loyal souls, called loyalty and bravery.
Countless people walked out of the city gate and walked towards Huaizhong Mountain. Hundreds and thousands of people came to see the sacrificed Confederate soldiers on their last journey.
The captains of each camp, together with their captains and flag officers, stood under the city and just watched.
Han You is getting angrier and angrier.
The Southern Army was so brave, loyal to the people, loyal to the country, and loyal to their beliefs. Why would anyone make things difficult for them?
Even the illiterate common people know that when the war comes, the soldiers will use their bodies to block the front. Even if they are burned by the flames, they will still not give in a hundred steps.
But those aristocratic families who are well-read in poetry and books, the smartest people in this world, and the officials who hold the power of countless lives and deaths, why do they always make things difficult for the military?
Food and grass are not in time, weapons are old, military pay is cut off, and they are full of vigilance. Don't these people know who is standing in front of them and risk life and death?
The thick smoke dissipated, and a handful of loess ended a story, an unknown story.
The people walked in all directions in silence. Ren Canglin sighed, dispersed his followers, and walked to the tower alone, like a dying old man, walking alone to Huaizhong Mountain.
Commander, if you have something to say to "them", it should be an apology, an explanation, or a tear on the tombstone.
Han You also walked down the city, followed by Wang Hai, Lu Baichuan, Duan Qianfeng, Feng Bai, and Zhou Tong.
The flames of war were completely extinguished. After the war, Lancheng still looked dilapidated. Auxiliary soldiers came and went with carts. Only two of the six battalions would remain as usual, and the other four battalions would return to station outside the city. Return Lancheng, which has walls to protect it from wind and rain, to the people.
During the war, soldiers would come from outside the city into the city and climb the wall, because this was the most dangerous place, and told the people to leave the city.
When there is no war, they will leave Lancheng because this is the safest place and ask the people to return to the city.
There is a handsome manor in the city, and Han You will live here in the next few days, which is also what Ren Canglin requested.
The old commander rarely returned to the commander's residence. Except when he had to deal with military affairs, he spent the rest of his time at the city gate or in the military tents of various major camps.
Everyone was in a heavy mood. They had been more or less injured because of the capture of Zhou Tianfeng, but they finally caught this guy. When they returned to the city, the Confederate Army had already begun to chase the enemy thieves and ran for more than 20 miles.
Han You didn't try to get out of seclusion. Except for accompanying his injured friends, he spent the rest of the time on the city wall.
More and more troops returned to the city. Han You stood watching from a high place, rarely seeing joy on the faces of these troops who had returned with a great victory.
He was confused. He didn't know that so many people had been killed until the sun rose today!
The sad Han You was even more confused. This was completely different from what he imagined.
Duan Qianfeng made many clever plans and the enemy army was in chaos.
Zhou Xiao's lone army went deep into the enemy's territory and set fire to the enemy's food and grass, cutting off the enemy's supplies.
The Confederate army was brave and good at fighting and had high fighting spirit.
The weather, time, and people are all taken care of. Why do so many people die in the war? Why do so many people die in the war?
In addition to those who died in the battle, there were many wounded troops. There is no statistics yet. Everyone knows that this number is higher than the number of those who died in the battle.
The Marshal's Mansion is not in the center of Lancheng, less than two miles away from the southern wall.
The layout is similar to that of Jingzhao Mansion or government offices in various states, but it is more dilapidated and older.
Han You did not enter the handsome manor immediately, but turned around and waited patiently.
More and more soldiers came over and stood in two rows.
These unlucky men who had cried bitterly because of cheating in the scientific examination and regretted not taking the first sign to become auxiliary soldiers in Yida Camp, their faces no longer looked as youthful as before. Everyone seemed to be suppressing something, thinking about something, and wanting to vent. What.
"us…"
Han You's voice was hoarse and he was silent for a long time. He forced a smile and said, "We can do something, right?"
Everyone knelt down on one knee and moved in unison.
"General, give me your permission!"
All the miscellaneous soldiers are full of guilt. They need to do something. Only by doing something can they be worthy of their armor, even if they are just a group of miscellaneous soldiers.
Those loyal souls in the sky seem to have poured their spirit and faith into every scorching body wearing armor under the scorching sun.
