The grasslands and deserts are the best, but for ten carts of fine iron, I was sold by their sweat, and I had to die miserably!"

Ten carts of fine iron?

Changsun Chong was heartbroken...

Fang Jun stopped torturing Changsun Chong. There was no sense of achievement in torturing such a young master who seemed gentle but was actually a complete weakling.

"Let's go, there are still brothers from the Shenji Battalion who died in the battle who haven't been counted... You said that the commander-in-chief is too heartless. Am I, Fang Jun, the kind of person who lies about his military achievements?" Fang Jun seemed dissatisfied.

As soon as Changsun Chong heard "counting the number of people", his scalp went numb and he said in a trembling voice: "Erlang, in my opinion, there is no need to count people, right? Just report them according to the numbers in your battle report. Who can't believe the character of your second roommate?"

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He really didn't want to go through the horror of digging a body out of the sand again...

Fang Jun didn't appreciate it and deliberately opposed him. He said displeasedly: "What did the eldest son-in-law say? Every brother who died in the battle has a name and a surname. They are registered in a register for future reference. It's not just what someone said."

Just a few!"

After saying this, Changsun Chong could not refuse, so he took him back to the military camp.

Contrary to Changsun Chong's expectation, he did not dig sand this time, but came to a large military tent. Changsun Chong was a little puzzled. Wasn't he going to count the number of soldiers who died in the battle?

Are the soldiers who died in the battle still not buried?

Looking at this military tent, Changsun Chong's face turned green. Shouldn't they all be placed here...

He was frightened, but Fang Jun still opened the curtain at the entrance of the military tent and walked in with heavy steps.

Changsun Chong had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow in. His heart was tightening, and he imagined in his mind what kind of terrifying scenes he would see later...

Surprisingly, the military tent was very clean and tidy, with rows of wine jars neatly placed on the ground.

After looking around and finding nothing else, Changsun Chong looked at Fang Jun with some confusion.

Fang Jun stood solemnly and said in a deep voice: "Eighty-five people died on the spot or were seriously injured, and they are all here!"

Changsun Chong was stunned and looked at the wine jars all over the floor. Only then did he realize that the sealing area of ​​each wine jar was tightly sealed with cloth, with a personal name written on it.

Are they all cremated and then the ashes collected one by one?

Fang Jun's sad and low voice came to his ears: "The people who died in the battle last night are all here! I brought them from Guanzhong to this desert, so naturally I have to take them back, even if they die! I can't let them

They became lonely ghosts, wandering alone in this foreign land, unable to even find their way home! They died unjustly, not on the battlefield charging the enemy, but under a conspiracy. They died unjustly.

None of them will die with their eyes open! Brothers, if you have souls in heaven, please open your eyes wide and watch carefully, and you must find the mastermind behind the scenes, skin him and cut him into pieces with a thousand knives!"

Changsun Chong's face was pale and cold sweat was pouring down his face.

The breeze blew in from the door, blowing over his soaked back, as if something had touched him... An extreme fear surged into his heart, and Changsun Chong felt that there seemed to be something inside the military tent.

are flying around him, are a pair of eyes that are still staring at death, and are a series of miserable screams, asking for the life of the person who killed them...

"ah"
Chapter completed!