The battle came to an end, and the remnant sun sank westward.

The soldiers of the Lü army began to clean up the battlefield.

The wounded soldiers, whether they are friends or enemies, are carried to the wounded and sick camp for treatment and rescue, and those soldiers with broken arms and stumps, even if they are rescued, will permanently bid farewell to the barracks and will never be able to set foot on the battlefield again.

A lifeless corpse was lifted by the soldiers, placed in a dug pit and buried.

"Brother, brother, wake up, wake up!"

A young soldier with a bloody face with a crying voice, shaking his arms vigorously against the older young man in front of him who had been dead for a long time, how he hoped at this moment that his brother could wake up from his deep sleep, and said to him with a smile: "Brother, it's okay for my brother."

Unfortunately, he couldn't hear it anymore.

Not far from the side, there was also a soldier covered in blood with tears rolling down, looking at his age, but fifteen or sixteen years old, he should have been a good time of youth, but his face was full of sadness, and he held a famous middle-aged man with blurred flesh and blood in his arms, the young man's heart was like a knife, and he couldn't stop howling: "Father, you shouldn't block the knife for the child!" ”

This kind of desolation.

The whole battlefield abounds.

"Lord, we won!"

After bandaging the wound, Hua Xiong ran to Lu Bu's side, feeling no pain at all, and laughed and said.

Lu Bu turned his back to Hua Xiong and stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes were indifferent and almost sad, and he muttered: "Actually, we all lost. ”

One will succeed, nothing more.

Soon, Lu Bu's handsome camp was built.

Lu Bu sat in the big tent, and Zang Ba, who had cleaned up the battlefield, brought his generals into the tent to pay respects.

"The last general, Zang Ba, see the general!"

Zang Ba bowed his head, and his tone was extremely respectful.

Seeing this, Sun Guan, Wu Dun, Yin Li, Chang Feng and other generals also knelt on one knee and clasped their fists in salute: "I'll wait to meet the general!" ”

Lu Bu raised his arm lightly and motioned for Zang Ba and the others to get up.

"Xuan Gao, if you hadn't come in time today, this victory or defeat would not have been known."

Lu Bu tried his best to show a gentle smile on his face, and looked at Zang Ba with relief and seriousness in his eyes.

"The lord praises falsely, and the last general is only a little bit of effort. Even if there is no last general, with the majesty of the lord, he can repel the thieves. Zang Ba was particularly humble.

Lu Bu nodded secretly in his heart, and his favorability towards Zang Ba increased linearly.

Zang Ba is also a general, although he is still a little short of Kojiyi, but he is definitely better than Koji Yi will behave in the world.

Koji Yi has the ability, but he is too ruthless, leaving no room for doing things, and he will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal.

Take the defeat of Yuan Shao as an example, digging the muddy river to flood the Seventh Army, this plan is not bad, but a major flood inundated two county towns, thirty or forty counties, and hundreds of thousands of innocent people, so they died.

When Lu Bu first heard this, he was shocked and angry, but fortunately, after it calmed down, he didn't say anything, but still replied to the letter, praising Lu Yi for his good command of the army, his great achievements, and his trust.

Having said that, Lu Bu had already made a big × to Koji Yi in his heart.

He left only two ways for Koji Yi: one is to calm the world, let the people of the school affairs office secretly get rid of Ko Yi, and give his descendants the title of marquis and prominent lintel. Second, let Lu Yi leave the territory of the Han Dynasty and lead his troops to attack foreign kingdoms, including Great Qin and Guishan, until the true unification of the world is achieved.

"My lord, the casualties of this battle have been counted."

Lei Hu entered the account and reported with his fists.

In terms of qualifications alone, he can be called a veteran-level figure, and the cavalry battalion he commanded was also the earliest group of subordinates who followed Lu Bu.

"Read." Lu Bu didn't raise his head, and said indifferently.

"Yes, my lord."

Lei Hu nodded in response, paused in his tone, and then reported loudly: "In this battle, the enemy army lost 45,700 soldiers and captured more than 70,000 people, our army lost 28,000 people and wounded more than 60,000 soldiers......"

After a small half-pillar of incense, Lei Hu finished reporting, including captured horses, supplies, weapons, horns and other things.

"How's the enemy moving?"

"Back to the lord, the rebel Dazhai was burned, and Liu Wei led the remnants to retreat eastward, seemingly preparing to retreat to Dongwuyang." Yang Xiu, who was in charge of following up on the main line information, replied.

Dongwuyang is the place where Liu argues for the emperor.

Lu Bu bowed his head, and glanced at the map on the desk, Liu Wei was defeated by this, and his vitality was loud, and he could only retreat to Dongwuyang to defend it.

But Lu Bu will not give him time to recuperate, and the victory and defeat of this battle have already been decided.

He ordered Chen Wei to pass on his orders, and after resting here, he marched to Dongwuyang to deliver the final blow to the rebels.

As long as Liu Wei is defeated, the remnants of other forces such as Liu Biao and others are no longer to be worried.

"The world is a stage, life is a big drama, and everyone has the day to say goodbye to the stage."

Lu Bu suddenly sounded what he said to him back then, and he couldn't help but feel a little sure in his heart: Let Dongwuyang become the final place for the rebels!

In the evening, a bonfire was lit on the vast field, and the victorious soldiers of the Lu army opened their bellies, ate large pieces of meat, drank wine, sang and danced around the bonfire, and celebrated incomparably lively.

They sang and cheered, celebrating their victory, but also celebrating themselves and the rest of their lives.

Not far from here, on the tomb of the foundation, Song Xian carried two jars of wine, sat on a grave, and the tombstone was engraved: The tomb of the general of the Han Dynasty and the east of the army, Cao Xing.

"Without you, this celebration would be a lot more boring."

Song Xian muttered in a low voice, he pulled out the lid of the altar, and without using a bowl, he directly lifted the wine jar, raised his head and poured it into his throat.

After taking a sip, he poured another large gulp on the grave.

"You know me, I don't like to talk, but I know who is good to me. When this battle is over and I return to Chang'an, I will marry all my daughters into your Cao family. ”

"Before, Dr. Guanglu personally came to the door to be a matchmaker, but I didn't allow it."

When he said this, Song Xian showed a rather proud look on his face.

Then, he took a sip of wine and continued: "Also, to tell you a good news, the lord posthumously gave you the title of General Zhengdong to the imperial court and named the Marquis of Zhiyang. I can't imagine that you, a ruffian, will also have a day when you will be a marquis......"

That night, Song Xian, who was not good at words, said a lot unprecedentedly, until the two jars of wine were drunk, he lay on the grave and fell asleep drunk.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Bu, who was slightly drunk on his cheeks, also walked over.

When he saw Song Xian lying on the grave, he felt a trace of warmth in his heart, and lightly untied his cloak to cover him.

Moving his gaze to Cao Xing's tombstone, Lu Bu put the wine he was carrying on the grave, as if talking to himself, as if he was telling Cao Xing: "Mu Sheng is gone, Li Feng is gone, and now, you are also gone......

There are fewer and fewer old brothers around me.