The sharp sound of gold began to resound throughout the battlefield, and the tens of thousands of Qin soldiers who were fighting on the front line of Zhao Leibi began to slowly leave the battlefield and retreat to the rear.

Even when retreating, the Qin army still showed strict discipline, alternately covering layer by layer, and gradually withdrew from the battlefield.

Of course, it was not so easy to get out of the battlefield, and in the process, the Qin army dropped nearly a thousand corpses on the north bank of the Dan River under the counterattack of the Zhao army, which only then withdrew the six Qin army arrays that had been put into the attack to the Qin fortress on the south bank of the Dan River.

By the time the last tired Qin soldier walked into the Light Wolf City, the sun in the sky had already set in the west, and it looked like it would be behind the horizon in no more than an hour.

Although the battle is over, the smoke has not yet dissipated, the heavy smell of blood fills the air, and death has replaced killing, becoming the new theme song on this battlefield that has just calmed down.

The tall and upright figure of Lian Po, the general of Zhao Guo, stood in front of the handsome tent of Daliangshan, condescendingly and silently staring at the hundreds of corpses lying on the ground on the north bank of the Dan River a few miles away.

The corpses on the riverbank were basically all Qin troops in black armor and red clothes or black armor and gray clothes, which seemed to be quite numerous, and it was obvious that the Zhao army's defensive counterattack had achieved great results.

But when Lian Po looked at these corpses, he didn't seem to have much joy on his face.

His pair of white eyebrows were tightly wrinkled into an upside-down "eight", a pair of sharp eyes were slightly narrowed, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone in the sky, and the old general's face was also illuminated with a golden yellow, which seemed to have many expressions, but at first glance, there seemed to be no expression at all.

The sound of armor rubbing was accompanied by footsteps, and he gradually approached Lian Po.

A moment later, Le Cheng appeared in front of Lian Po: "Le Cheng has seen the general!" ”

As the commander, Lian Po did not come to the scene in today's battle and still chose to sit in Daliangshan, and the specific command of Zhao Leibi's front line was actually in charge of Lecheng.

Lian Po turned his head slightly and glanced at his deputy: "How about the dead and injured?" ”

Lecheng said: "One thousand and five dead, four thousand wounded." ”

Lian Po said again: "How about the Qin army's casualties? ”

Le Cheng said: "Unknown, or twice as many as our army." ”

Lian Po nodded and said, "Today's battle is just a temptation of Bai Qizhi." The order is to go down, and the whole army will be on alert tonight, and the Qin army may attack at night. ”

"Night raid?" Le Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then responded: "No! ”

Lian Po paused, and suddenly took a step down the mountain, and a group of Zhao army guards around Le Cheng and Lian Po hurriedly followed.

The sky gradually darkened, and the figures of Lian Po and the others were slowly completely engulfed by the darkness, only the sound of neat footsteps and the sound of armor rubbing was faintly heard, and they gradually drifted away.

Night fell.

Not far behind the Zhao Leibi position, there is a large wooden barracks in the Hyun City that is neatly arranged and completely connected, looking like a large warehouse in later generations, and the outside of this barracks is heavily guarded, and hundreds of Zhao soldiers with weapons in their hands are guarding outside the barracks with serious faces, and no one is allowed to enter and leave at will.

Although the barracks doors were closed, if you listened closely, you could still hear the faint sounds of moaning and screaming coming from inside.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from far and near, and then a group of people emerged from the darkness and came to the gate of the barracks.

After seeing the people coming clearly, the soldiers of the Zhao Army guarding the gate straightened their bodies and saluted almost at the same time, and said in unison: "General! ”

The person who came was Lian Po and Lecheng and his party.

Lian Po nodded to the soldiers, and was about to walk into the barracks when he suddenly stopped in front of a Zhao army guard.

Just when everyone was stunned for some reason, Lian Po reached out and straightened the soldier's helmet, which was already a little crooked, and then patted the soldier's shoulder on the shoulder, and then strode in.

As soon as he approached the gate of the barracks, a faint smell of blood appeared in Lian Po's nose, and a low, bitter cry came from his ears.

The old general frowned, and was about to say something, when suddenly the barracks gate in front of him was opened, and several people walked out carrying a pair of straw mats.

Lian Po's eyes did not look at these people, but at the straw mats they were carrying.

This straw mat is simple and rough, and there seems to be a person lying inside, but the straw mat covers the face and cannot see clearly, and from Lian Po's angle, he can only see a pair of motionless soles.

A few drops of scarlet blood slowly fell from the straw mat to the ground, which was particularly eye-catching in Lian Po's sight.

Lian Po walked up with a calm face and lifted the straw mat on it.

A face of about twenty years of age, young as a grandchild of Lian Po, appeared in the eyes of the old general, a face that looked rather distorted, his eyes wide open, his teeth sunk deep into his lower lip, and it was evident that he had experienced great pain before he died.

A sudden smell of rich blood rushed into Lian Po's nostrils, attracting Lian Po's attention, and the old general subconsciously looked at it, and found that the abdomen of this body had been pierced by a large hole by some weapon, and some suspected intestines and other body organs could even be seen exposed through this wound.

The old general sighed, stretched out his hand and slowly closed the eyelids of the corpse, then pushed a few strands of blood-stained hair on the corpse's forehead to the back of his head, and then carefully covered the straw mat.

"Go ahead."

The soldiers whispered yes, and then carried straw mats and passed by Lian Po, and disappeared into the darkness outside the barracks.

Farther away, at the foot of Daliang Mountain, a few miles away from Hyun City, there were already hundreds of Zhao army wrestlers who had dug a huge round pit there overnight, where thousands of Zhao soldiers who died in battle today had been buried, and more people would be buried in the next few days.

Lian Po finally walked into the barracks.

It was a large barracks, covered with many straw mats of the kind that Zhang Lianpo had just seen, and almost every straw mat had a wounded soldier of the Zhao army lying on it.

The smell of blood and the strong smell of medicine that were several times more violent than outside the barracks filled the air here, mixed into a strange smell, so strong that it was almost breathless, but Lian Po's face did not have any different color, but quietly stared at everything in front of him.

Hundreds of people who were not wearing armor and looked like fancy clothes were walking in the tent, these people were the witch doctors and monks of the Zhao State, and they were also the military doctors who accompanied the army.

I saw that these military doctors sometimes stopped to ask a few words with some wounded soldiers, and sometimes squatted down to check their conditions and bandage and change dressings for the wounded soldiers.

The arrival of Lian Po and his party quickly attracted the attention of the people in the camp, and an old man who looked similar to Lian Po, but was a little rickety, with bare limbs, only his crotch and shoulders wrapped in animal fur, tattoos on his face, and strange feather accessories on his head.

I saw that the old man made a strange etiquette towards Lian Po, and said to Lian Po in a rather awkward Zhao language: "I've seen the general." ”

This old man is from the hometown of Zhongshan, according to legend, after the high priest of Zhongshan, after Zhongshan was destroyed by King Zhao Wuling, the original people of Zhongshan returned to Zhao, this old man has also followed Zhao Jun for decades, and now he is the medical officer in charge of all Zhao Jun's military doctors, and he is an old acquaintance of Lian Po.

Lian Po nodded and asked the old man, "Doctor, what's the situation?" ”

The old doctor's wrinkled face wrinkled tightly when he heard this, sighed, opened his mouth, which was already only ordinary teeth, and said, "Trouble, trouble." The weapons of the Qin people are also vicious, and they are also vicious. That's a lot, so many people are going to die! ”

Lian Po shook his head, no longer bothered with the chattering old medical officer, but walked directly to the straw mats in the barracks.

The people lying on these straw mats are all the wounded soldiers of the Zhao army without exception, one or two are nothing, these hundreds of people are lying here together, but the feeling is very different.

Among these wounded soldiers, few of them were missing arms and legs, because most of those whose hands and feet had been cut off had already been carried to the big pit on the side of the Great Grain Mountain because of excessive blood loss.

Many people were lying on straw mats, their eyes tightly closed, and they didn't know if they were unconscious or out of breath.

In just two minutes after Lian Po came in, four more straw mats were carried out.

There are also many soldiers who are only slightly injured, although their heads, hands and feet are wrapped in bandages, but their faces look okay, and they can even say hello to Lian Po after seeing them.

The frost covering the old general's face seemed to dissipate in an instant, and Lian Po smiled and talked with the wounded soldiers who were still awake one by one, and even teased from time to time, so that a few traces of joy began to appear in this large barracks that was originally full of the smell of life and death.

A soldier of the Zhao Army, who looked to be about twenty years old, with a bandage on his face and his right hand also hanging, smiled at Lian Po and said, "General, we followed the general a few years ago, but we won the Qin people in a few yi, and this time we will definitely be able to win against the white one, right?" ”

The Battle of Jiyi was the last time Lian Po commanded a victory over the Qin army.

Lian Po laughed when he heard this, and was about to say something, but suddenly closed his mouth again and turned his gaze.

On a straw mat not far away, a soldier of the Zhao army had pale cheeks, his eyes closed, his mouth kept muttering something, and his body was trembling slightly.

"Cold, cold..."

The smile on Lian Po's face vanished.

The old general suddenly stood up and said to Lecheng behind him, "Unload my armor for me." ”

Lecheng was stunned for a moment, but quickly complied.

A moment later, the set of general armor that was originally worn on Lian Po's body was removed, revealing the undershirt inside.

Lian Po almost didn't hesitate, and took off the leather undershirt on his body, revealing an angular and muscular upper body that was much stronger than even many young people.

Lian Po came to the wounded soldier with his underwear, squatted down carefully, slowly put the underwear that was still carrying body temperature on the wounded soldier who kept screaming cold, and reached out and gently patted the wounded soldier's shoulder.

This seemed to have played a role, and although the wounded soldier's body was still shaking, the amplitude slowly decreased, and after a few minutes finally calmed down, and he fell into a groggy sleep.

It wasn't until he confirmed that the wounded soldier had fallen asleep that the naked old general stood up, he glanced around the barracks, and said in a gentle but extremely firm tone to all the Zhao soldiers who were looking here.

"In this battle, our army will definitely win."