Win!

How many times have I thought about it, how many times have I been haunted by dreams, how many times have I woken up from my sleep with tears and a wry smile, how many times have I imagined what I would do after defeating the Wolf King...... But at this time, no one cheered.

The soldiers of the Su army climbed on each other's shoulders and began to climb the low hill, and they all stood here quietly, looking at the fleeing figure in the distance, staring, staring, and then carving this picture deeply into their minds.

"Win!"

Nangong Yan looked at the desert in the distance, and looked at the rolling red dust set off by the army of captives who were constantly fleeing, and his heart was full of mixed feelings. How many years, how many years has the Nangong family not won such a big victory!

I only heard a burst of impassioned laughter suddenly erupt around me, shaking the heavens and the earth like rolling thunder, and the profound artistic conception cultivation was revealed at this moment, and the majestic sound swept the earth, even making the speed of the army of captives in the distance in front of him a little faster!

Nangong Yan laughed unbridledly, undisguised, and dripping with joy! The originally thick clouds above the heads of the soldiers also seemed to be infected by this hearty laughter, and began to gradually dissipate, and a golden sunset sprinkled through the clouds to the world, reflecting on everyone, and also allowing them to finally see the surrounding scene clearly.

Everyone is wounded, and there is no one in good condition. His hair was scattered behind him, and it was lifted by the wind like a fluttering flag. There were three or five wounds on his face, knife wounds, gunshot wounds, and wounds from stray bows and arrows that grazed flesh. Many of the shoulder armor had fallen out of nowhere, the shoulder straps of the armor below were broken, and the armor on the front chest and back hung in front and back, revealing the already tattered lining.

Pieces of snow-white linen clothes were completely soaked with blood at this moment, and I don't know if it was my own or the enemy's. The viscous blood made the lining cling to their chests, and even some of them had formed a scab of blood on their torn armor due to the stained blood, which was falling as he faltered.

None of the soldiers were intact, and one of the young generals was stabbed in the shoulder, but fortunately it was resisted by the shoulder armor, leaving only a knife mark on the body. The upturned flesh was already scabbed, but it was cracked again because of the previous pursuit of the captive rout, and the crimson hole was slowly lying outward with blood, and he was holding it dead. Although the pain was incomparable, the smile on the young general's face was unusually eye-catching, as if he had forgotten the pain on his body.

The two saber and shield soldiers leaned on each other's shoulders and smiled like children. One of them was still wearing a helmet, and the white on his forehead had been stained red by the blood on his forehead during the battle, and he couldn't see the slightest of his original color. The other was stabbed in the side of the waist, and he crushed the wound with the thread torn from the inner lining, and the whole person followed the strength of the other person as he slowly walked towards the top of the hill. The two of them limped, but as sonorous as ever!

A cavalryman with his hair scattered looked at the war horse under his feet and had rested for a while, his feet clamped, and he wanted him to take two more steps forward. Who knew that when the foot went down, a man and a horse fell to the ground. The warhorse gasped for breath, its hooves trembling faintly, and though it tried to get up, it gave up after several times. The head hung down, as if asking his master to take a break. The bearded cavalryman stiffly propped up his upper body with his elbows, and his originally thin body was now as heavy as a mountain, and he couldn't help but smile, looking at his horse and smiling. It turns out that not only it, but also itself.

But I still want to climb the mound to take a good look at the enemy's scattered mess, even if it's just a glance!

A powerful arm of Kong Wu, who was also paralyzed, but was already considered at the moment, greedily stirred up this clothed cavalryman, directly straddled his arm on his shoulder, straightened his waist, and said with a long laugh: "Go, I'll take you to see!"

Shang Zhengyu carried him to the top of the mound almost in tow, and when the Draped Cavalry saw the scene in the distance that he would never forget, he laughed out loud, but his hoarse voice was like a sob, and he had no strength at all. Then he laughed and laughed and cried and cried and cried and laughed and cri

But no one will laugh at him at the moment, because there are such fools all around.

"Brother, give me a hand, I want to see it too!"

Another Su Army archer greeted Shang Zhengyu, he was half-kneeling on the ground, his muscles trembling violently, the spasmodic pain made him have to keep this position, but even then he was doing his best not to completely collapse himself. Because he knew that once he fell, he would never see that long-awaited victory again.

Looking at the archer's eyes with longing and hope, Shang Zhengyu took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the undercurrent qi and blood in his body, and was about to turn around and pick him up, but a figure fell beside him one step ahead of him.

Silent, Zi Qi directly picked up the archer, climbed the hill in three or two steps and gently put him down, and then turned around and ran directly to the other young general of the Su Army who had collapsed to the ground in the rear.

Silent words can penetrate more deeply into people's hearts. At this moment, all the soldiers who still had the strength began to turn back from the hill, and brought their brothers up one by one, or on their backs, or hugging, or shouldering, and even pulling hands and feet and using them to climb to the top of the hill with the brothers around them!

Not only those soldiers on the front line, but also Nangong Yan, Nangong Yan, Nangong Ye, and Nangong Fu all joined the ranks of these moves. A young general who was only a teenager and looked still childish, Nangong Yan wanted to carry him on his back, and hurriedly tried his best to support him and wanted to refuse, but he was directly carried on the shoulders by the old general!

"Brother, hold on!" Nangong Fu carried a young general about the same age as him on his shoulder, and climbed forward step by step, extremely slowly and firmly.

Immediately, his free right hand clamped a vanguard general lying on the ground and panting heavily under his armpit again, and laughed and said: "If you can't walk, just talk!

Although Nangong Ye had just detoxified last night, and was ordered to lead the Su army to block the gap outside the wall, and the strength of his whole body had been completely emptied, he still resolutely turned around and came back to help others after resting for a while.

Because his surname is Nangong, because these people around him are all dressed exactly the same as him!

"Brother, it's almost there, there's still one step away!" Nangong Fu dragged the two of them at once, he carried the two of them on his shoulders on his left and right, ran up directly in three or two steps, put them down lightly, smiled slightly, and turned back again to help the others.

Nangong Yan is the same, his feet are simply like flying, he is the fastest in the whole army, his babbling voice does not stop for a moment, and every time he puts down a person on the mound, he will burst into a burst of laughter!

"Did you see the sunset, did you see the group of pups!

"Get out of our Yunzhou forever!"

"Get out!"

......

Everyone began to support each other and charge towards the mound, and they gritted their teeth and persevered, as if the battle was not over, and they must climb the mound themselves to see the scattered army of the captives fleeing in disarray, and to see the unforgettable scenery!

A young general who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, with a childish spirit between his eyebrows, had already collapsed to the ground, and even his eyes had begun to blur. He was too tired to crawl at all, surrounded by comrades who needed help just as much as he did, and those who had the strength to do so were busy in the distance.

After all, I still can't see it.

The youngster has some regrets, but is relieved. I have made it to the end, although it is only one step away, but ...... It's complete......

Just as he was about to faint completely, a white jade hand reached out in front of her, and then, a delicate but hesitant female voice came into her ears: "If you don't dislike it, I'll take you up." ”