The remnant sun is like blood, while the loser wails, it is naturally indispensable to the cheers of the victors, the war drums and trumpets sounded over the field, at this moment, excitement and excitement are not enough to express the mood after the victory of the First World War, they began to hug each other, even cry, and then cheered and shouted, not so not enough to vent their excitement at the moment, not so enough to vent the mood after the cruel battle, their cheers resounded in the sky, their cheers shook the heavens and the earth, and at the same time their cheers made Pingyang City completely silent.

When it was time to eat, there was very little smoke in the mist, at this moment they were completely lost, and the excitement of the Han army when they came to help turned into depression and fear at this moment, but compared to the helpless Pingyang City at this time and the Hexi Tai Guard who kept gathering the defeated army, Han Xian, who was covered in blood and knelt down on one knee, and was on the ground with a spear, but he had been looking deeply at the direction of the Han army's escape, there was no golden drum horn in his ears, and he could not hear the excited cheers of the Bai Bo army, his silence was for a reason, the Han army was defeated, defeated, but did not destroy them in one fell swoopAlthough they are no longer in danger, as long as they are still there, they are still a big threat to the White Polish army to attack Pingyang, unless they retreat completely, otherwise once they attack Pingyang again, they may be attacked by this wave of defeated troops at any time, after this battle, he believes that the Han army will never appear blatantly again.

On the other side, Li Le, who commanded such a large-scale war for the first time, rushed to the front line for the first time, and had killed people on the battlefield in the real sense of the word, was completely lost in the shock after the war, he knelt in a pool of blood, and in front of him was a lifeless corpse mixed with bloody stumps and broken arms, among them were the Han army and the White Polish army. This qiē was so strange and yet familiar to him, and his heart hurt for the first time. Inexplicable pain, war. What the hell are they fighting for? He was a little lost, in the face of so many corpses lost, he shook his head in a daze, trying to find an answer, but he never got the answer, which made him even more miserable, so painful that he was exhausted but didn't feel at all, so painful that he was suffocating, so painful that he was heartbreaking. The pain was so painful that he stood up and was about to leave, if it was just for revenge, such a price, it was undesirable for him to kill so many brothers, but the moment he turned around, Han Xian came to him, patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "From the day you joined the Bai Bo Army, you should be mentally prepared, what is our ideal, is to fulfill the legacy of the great sage and good teacher." This path is destined to be full of thorns, destined to be full of sacrifices, for which many people have given their lives, great sages and good teachers. General Digong, General Rengong, Qu Shuai Bocai, Zhang Mancheng ......"

Han Xian suddenly smiled, but it was a little ugly: "For our great plan, I am willing to give my life." They are equally willing to give with their lives. ”

Han Xian's palm on his shoulder twitched violently, especially when he said that even his voice began to tremble. Hoarse with a faint cry, Li Le stood up firmly at this moment. When he saw those excited and weeping Bai Bo sergeants, he was stunned, stunned in place, and had been entangled in his heart, and the outright hatred that kept him awake all night seemed to have disappeared completely, and some of them were the most ordinary dreams in the hearts of these Bai Bo Army sergeants, the most unattainable dreams, a grass hut, an acre of thin fields, and that's it.

Li Le fell to his knees again, expressing his deep apologies to the deputy marshal, at this moment he hated himself, he hated himself for being blinded by hatred, he hated himself for being selfish and self-interested, holding his head in his hands, and cried bitterly.

Han Xian put his palm on his shoulder again, pointed to the cheering Bai Bojun in the distance and said: "They are excited, not because they survived by luck, but because they defeated the Han army, but because our ideal is one step closer to success, so they will burst into thunderous cheers, we are together, no one is for themselves, Li Le, don't you understand?" ”

"Dashuai, I understand, I understand." Li Le was pulled up by Han Xian, and then straightened his chest and raised his head, there was no sluggishness in his eyes, from now on, he made up his mind that his life belonged only to them, and he fought for their original dream.

They found the corpses of the white wave soldiers, and buried them with their own hands under the escort of tens of thousands of white wave soldiers, which was the only thing the living could do to the deceased, of course, they did not forget their enemies, but more because they were afraid of the breeding of epidemics.

There are a lot of wounded, some are slightly injured and can be saved, some are seriously injured, there is little hope of survival, rather than continue to suffer and suffer, it is better to give them a ride, and every time this is the most sad moment for the Bai Bo Army, everyone is sour, tears can't help but flow down, go up and say the final goodbye to the brothers.

But at this time, who can say anything, but some old brothers in turn comforted everyone, and in an instant, everyone's feelings became even more unstable, and they grabbed the old brother's body heavily, and said: "Brother, if I don't die, I will take care of your family, don't worry." ”

The people who collected the last move to send the old brother on the last journey, a sad and helpless choice, sometimes you will feel that it is far happier to die on the battlefield than to survive.

Wei Li, who cleaned up the defeated army on the side of the Han army, rode a horse, and inspected a group of Han troops lying on the ground under the escort of his own soldiers.

The county lieutenant on the side watched this scene and persuaded: "County guard, why don't we withdraw our troops first." ”

"Withdraw, why?"

"This battle is lost, and it won't help to stay any longer, it's better to return to Liaoxi first, wait for the resurgence, and then come to find the bad luck of the white wave thief."

"Bullshit." Wei Li was already unhappy, and when he heard the county lieutenant say this, he became more and more furious: "You are the chief military officer, you should know the current crisis in Pingyang City, if we withdraw now, Pingyang City will be completely finished." ”

"But the grain and grass we escorted to our friends have been lost, and as far as our men and horses are concerned, they are no match for the White Polish Army at all."

"The grain and grass are lost, and then transferred from Hexi, the military strength is not enough, even if the military strength is enough, we haven't won the white wave thief? Since we can't defeat them, we will stay and disgust them, so that they can't calmly attack the city, as long as Pingyang City is not lost, we will not be defeated against the Baibo army! ”

"Now that the county guard's attention has been decided, then the general can only go to the soup and fight the fire, and he will not give up!" (To be continued......)