"Lone's son died in battle, Lone's grandson died in battle!"

"They died in battle, and Lone can mourn, because they are just a few people, but on the battlefield in the field outside the walled gate, 240,000 troops have been killed, and 240,000 of the best sons of the Qi country, how can Lone still mourn this festival, how can he mourn this festival?"

"You tell Lonely, how can Lone mourn?"

Tens of thousands of soldiers were silent.

"Sun Wu!"

Lu Di's angry eyes were about to burst out, and the originally bright and deep eyes were bloodshot like a net at the moment, full of eyeballs, and he stepped forward and kicked down Sun Wu, who took the lead and knelt down.

"King!"

Seeing Lu Di's outburst, the crowd of Wenwu was frightened and hurriedly stepped forward or hugged Lu Di's thigh, or withdrew the corner of Lu Di's clothes to prevent him from acting aggressively again, after all, Lu Di and Sun Wu are now in their sixties and one in their seventies, they are both old arms and legs, and they can't withstand such beatings and tosses.

"You let go of Lone, let go of Lone, Lone is going to kill this bastard thing who has lost the lives of Qi Guoerlang......"

The cold wind blew away the fog for two consecutive days, leaving behind patches of chaos on the battlefield.

The Qi army cleaned up the battlefield one by one, found the corpses of their comrades from the sea of corpses and blood, and then took off the cards tied by silk threads from their necks.

These plaques include wooden, iron and bronze plaques, which record the origin and name of the deceased, and these things are all proof of going home to report the funeral, and cannot be lost.

The soldiers who cleaned up the battlefield put the cards in the tub, put them away, and then carried their corpses.

A huge burial pit in which the bodies of 240,000 Qi soldiers were buried, including Lü Di's two sons and three grandsons.

Lu Di patted his chest and cried, watching the soldiers bury their children and grandchildren who died in the battle and the soldiers in the soil pit.

The Qi soldiers who died in the battle had the treatment of being buried in the pit with their bodies collected, but the soldiers who died in the battle of the Six-Nation Alliance did not have such good treatment.

The Qi soldiers just piled up the corpses of the Six Nations Alliance in a hollow, and then simply sprinkled lime and covered them with soil and buried them.

The reason why the Qi army was so bold to clean up the battlefield was not afraid of the surprise attack of the Six-Nation Alliance, the reason was that Lu Di had received certain news that the grain and grass in the camp of the Six-Nation Alliance had indeed been burned, and there was not much left of the burning. Of course, the most important thing is that the Six-Nation Alliance has only 230,000 troops left after the battle of the Zhuxian Array, and they have little chance of winning if they fight with themselves.

Lu Di was still crying, and the momentum of her tears was even more miserable than Liu Chan's crying Zhuge . Lu Heng, Lu An and other princes and grandsons who did not die in the battle stepped forward to pull and advise, but the more they were like this, the more Lu Di cried hysterically, and finally the whole person almost cried to death in front of the huge tomb.

Seeing this, all the civil and military soldiers were pained and wept.

Contrary to the hysteria crying on the side of Qi State, the camp of the Six Nations Alliance Army was silent at this time.

Wei Ju, Zhao Wuxian, Youxiong Zhang, Zhao Yi, Han Geng, and the Bronze High Priest, these six people gathered together, looked at each other, and didn't say a word.

It had been three hours since they had spoken.

The Six-Nation Alliance broke the Sun Wu formation and killed as many as 270,000 sergeants alive, which is 270,000!

The entire 700,000 coalition troops, excluding the 150,000 who died on the first day, now only 230,000 remain.

And although the fire of the grain and grass camp was saved, the remaining grain and grass could only supply and supply their 200,000 army to eat for half a month, and after half a month, they would have no food to eat.

Of course, that's not why they don't say it.

The reason for not saying it is that after Wang Xu learned that he was in a coma, the six princes of them actually called in to withdraw their troops, which caused the great formation of Sun Wu to fall short, and he vomited blood again and passed out. This time, the witch doctors said that Wang Xu might be going to die.

The princes of the six countries also regretted it, as long as they held on to the death and did not withdraw their troops, the final victory would definitely be theirs, after all, the remaining troops of the Qi State were less than 80,000, and they were three times his strength, and they were still sure of victory with three times the strength of the Qi army. But looking at the red-hot grain and grass camp, their eyes were red, their blood was surging, and they were momentarily stunned and made a wrong decision.

It's a shame to think about it now, but what's the use of regretting?

They have to think about the back road, the 230,000 army, without the leadership of Wang Xu, they are just a loose plate of sand, who will obey who to lead?

Shu Kingdom, the bronze high priest is going to cry at the moment, he regrets dying, he regrets the decision of the Witch Society, why did he come to the alliance with an army of 50,000, now it is okay, an army of 50,000 has died 40,000, as for the beasts that have been driven away, they are now all running away in the fog and firefighting.

Chu State, King of Chu Youxiong Zhang seems to have a calm expression, but his heart is dripping blood, his 100,000 Chu army, just a two-day battle, died more than 90,000, more than 90,000! The state of Chu, the current state of Chu, how many total troops can be mobilized? That's the army formed by the Chu State that has almost drained all the young and strong families! If he dies a little more, I'm afraid that he, the king of Chu, will become the commander of the light pole.

South Korea, Han Geng, the king of Han, his heart is also uncomfortable, although his troops rely on the advantage of armor, not as large as the proportion of deaths in Shu and Chu, but it is also nearly 80,000 dead. Eighty thousand! This is undoubtedly another blow to South Korea, which has fought with Zhao Guo to the emptiness.

Zhao Guo, Zhao Wang Zhao Wuxian, his eyes are blank, this battle, he brought all the elites of Zhao State, but in two days, just two days, his 150,000 Zhao army elites died 120,000, 120,000! His cavalry was wiped out. Bitterness, a huge bitterness flashed at the corners of Zhao Wuxian's mouth.

Wei State, Grand Duke Wei Ju, was even more bitter in his heart, because he was not only losing 140,000 troops, but also Wang Xu, a man who almost symbolized the wisdom of Wei!

Wei Ju doesn't care about the death of more than 1.8 million people, what he cares about is capable people, as long as the capable people around him don't die, he will have another chance to make a comeback, but now, the witch doctors of the six countries have come to a conclusion, Wang Xu has not been cured, that is, these few days.

Zhao Yi, the old lady of the Qin State, who was crippled, was breathing steadily, but anyone close to him could feel that he was on the verge of madness.

The State of Qin, the great State of Qin, how could he have such huge casualties, he brought 200,000 of the best troops of the State of Qin, but in two days, he actually killed as many as 100,000 people, how could he accept this, how could he accept it?

The Six-Nation Coalition was in a bleak howl, and outside the coalition forces, in the ruins of the charcoal-burned grain and grass camp, a hunchbacked middle-aged man was walking in a wooden wheelchair.

There was a weeping old man in the wheelchair at this moment, and there was no one else within a radius of 100 meters, when the old man suddenly spoke:

"Xiang Lu, when did you follow me?"