Liu Kui also made inquiries. He ran in the fortress where the firelight remained. There were corpses everywhere. The corpses were not scary. He had never seen any corpses in such miserable condition. He kept rummaging among these corpses.
Where are those bastards? Where are those bastards?
Did you run away? Did you run away?
"I will watch you! I will watch you!" he shouted repeatedly, and finally found a familiar face under the city wall.
A huge head, round eyes, and a ferocious beard.
Liu Kui tried to turn him over with trembling hands, but it took some effort. It turned out that Xu Bangchui's hands were tightly hugging a Tibetan man, and a spear penetrated the two of them together like this, or it could be said that Xu Bangchui was holding this person.
The man bumped into this spear.
Liu Kui's eyes widened but he did not separate them in the end. He stood up and looked around in confusion.
Where are they? Where are they?
He walked forward in a daze, one foot deep and one foot shallow.
I will watch you, I will watch you!
I will watch you! Don’t run! Come back! Come back!
Liu Kui roared and sat up. The night wind blew and the stars in the summer sky shone brightly.
Is it a dream? It is a dream! Great!
The sound of hurried footsteps kept ringing, and there were all kinds of noises including voices, shouts, horses neighing and fire crackling.
"...Has the number of casualties been released yet..."
"...How many beheads of Western thieves..."
"...The corpses were burned on the spot..."
"...Eighteen people were found alive...can still be treated..."
"..The wounded soldiers will be transported away first..."
Dead and injured! Corpses! Liu Kui's whole body became cold for a moment. It was not a dream!
He got up and ran staggeringly in one direction.
The densely packed corpses had been piled up, with only the head on one side, which was beheaded by the Western thief and was to be transported back as a reward. Although it had only been a day, the fishy smell in the summer was already everywhere, and countless flies were everywhere.
Insects buzzed and hovered above it.
On one side are the corpses of his colleagues. The corpses here will naturally not be separated, but neatly arranged. The big pit over there is being dug, and they can be buried on the spot before dawn.
Liu Kui rushed over and stumbled through the group of dead bodies, one, two, three, four...
From time to time he would stop and sit on the ground, then get up again and continue looking, then sit on the ground again, then get up again...
"Liu Da, what are you doing!" Someone couldn't stand it anymore and shouted loudly, "Have you turned into a bitch? Haven't you seen any casualties? You're crazy!"
Yes, there is nothing to be crazy about,
Every time you meet a Western thief, there is no dead person. Whoever hangs out on the battlefield is not facing death all the time. If he was afraid, he would have fled back long ago.
He is not afraid, how could he be afraid, he is just... just...
"I'll watch you! You can't run away! Get up! Get up!"
When it was daylight, accompanied by cheers, the elite soldiers of the Western Thieves King retreated ten miles in one breath.
A night of fierce fighting made the Longgu City side tired. They took advantage of this gap to change their camp formations. The sharp soldiers who fought fiercely yesterday were replaced in the camp formations to rest.
The snoring around him was loud, but Liulang couldn't sleep. The tension of the fierce battle made his nerves tense and his heart beat like a drum. He simply got up and walked out.
A group of men and horses were galloping into the camp, causing a commotion. There were soldiers and civilians, and they looked very embarrassed.
Back!
Zhou Lang was immediately overjoyed and hurried over.
The soldiers and civilians were driven aside. After climbing mountains and taking detours to pass through the enemy troops, they were obviously extremely exhausted. They either sat on the ground or simply lay on the ground.
Liu Lang glanced over and didn't see those people. He didn't take a closer look, as if he cared about them.
He took a deep breath and stepped into the tent.
A general in the camp was very excited.
"...Thank you, sir, for sending troops to rescue..."
Mr. Zhao, who couldn't hide his tiredness, nodded with a bit of admiration.
"You did a great job in defending the city against the Western thieves, and that was why we made timely arrangements. Otherwise, the consequences would have been disastrous. Fang Shijin, you have done a great job this time," he said.
Really great job!
Fang Shijin was even more excited.
"They are all well-taught by adults! They are loyal to the country and dare not spare their lives!" He straightened his chest and said loudly.
The generals in the room also expressed their admiration.
"Be a good subordinate after the war, and you will be rewarded for everything you deserve," Master Zhao said.
Liu Zhoulang, who was standing at the door of the camp, let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had time. His expression could not help but feel relaxed. He turned to leave, but was stopped by Mr. Zhao.
"Come on, Fang Shijin." Mr. Zhao greeted Liu Lang and said to Fang Shijin, "You also have to thank Zhou Dianzhi, who arranged for the cavalry to meet you."
Fang Shijin hurriedly saluted Zhou Lang.
"This is a matter of self-rescue. How dare I thank you?" Zhou Lang returned the courtesy and said.
Mr. Zhao patted Liu Lang on the shoulder and couldn't hide his smile. This time he was right. It seems that Supervisor Zhou was right. This boy from the Zhou family should pay more attention to his suggestions, especially the suggestions he made.
At that time, he was still a little puzzled when he heard Supervisor Zhou's instructions. It would be okay if he listened to other people in the Zhou family. After all, the Zhou family has been generals for generations and has considerable prestige in the army, but this young boy who just came to the northwest has
Nothing to listen to.
Supervisor Zhou obviously had doubts about this, but he just let him do it, saying that this was what Chen Shao and Prime Minister Chen had warned him before leaving.
Did Xianggong Chen warn him? This boy was actually looked down upon by Xianggong Chen?
So when Liu Lang proposed to receive reinforcements, Mr. Zhao was more thoughtful. Now it seems that he was right. Fang Shijin did not disappoint him. As expected, he led the troops to defeat the enemy, and he also gained prestige by taking over Fang Shijin. Fighting like this
No one will mention the previous mistakes in decision-making and scheduling, and it can be said to be a thing of the past.
So risky, so risky.
What is missing now is a big battle to repel the Western thieves.
"Okay, go and rest quickly, there is still a big battle!" Mr. Zhao said loudly.
There was a chorus of shouts in the camp, and the voices were exciting.
They did not dare to rest for too long, and within half a day the horn started blowing. The sleeping soldiers jumped up immediately, and the soldiers who had not rested quickly gathered into their respective teams.
As the gongs and drums commanded, the long snake formation was gradually laid out. Before the battle was completed, the enemy's cavalry had already charged.
Arrows were like rain, drums were like thunder, and the rain of arrows that covered the sky and the sun stopped. The sharp cavalry carrying axes, swords and spears rushed out of the swaying military formation and began to kill the enemy formation.
The screams shook the sky, and the smell of blood hit his face.
Liu Lang led his team to charge, those stories from his childhood, the sweat on the school martial arts field, the instructions from his brothers and elders, everything was for today and condensed into today.
He waved the sword and ax in his hand and brought up a mist of blood.
When the sun sets again, the Western bandits all over the mountains and plains have retreated without a trace, leaving only countless corpses. Groups of soldiers singing victory songs are waving their swords and axes to chop down these corpses.
The corpse's head and the ground where it entered were all red.
This is the color of victory and reward, without a trace of luck or falsehood.
When the sky brightened again, the tense atmosphere of the war was swept away. A winding queue appeared outside the gate of Longgu City. When they learned of the danger, people all over the city came out to greet them and look at the captured war achievements.
Carloads of ferocious heads and carts of flags attracted a sea of people in front of the city gate, and there was constant noise.
Zhou Lang did not enjoy the excitement. As a wounded soldier, he entered the city early.
"Your Majesty, please bear with me," the military doctor said.
Along with the words, an arrowhead was cut out with a knife, and the iron plate thrown aside made a crisp sound.
Liu Lang was trembling, biting a wooden stick tightly, watching the military doctor sprinkle the powder on the body, and the civilian husband bandaged it with white cloth.
"Sir, you can rest for a few days and you'll be fine." The military doctor said, wiping the sweat from his head and then excused himself, "I'll excuse you, little one."
Every time after a war, there are many wounded soldiers, and military doctors are very busy.
Liu Lang nodded and was about to stand up when he heard noise coming from next door.
"What happened?" the military doctor asked hurriedly.
"There is a wounded soldier who is making a fuss about his life or death," the civilian husband replied.
"It's so easy to save him from the dead, but he still has to die. It's really a blessing." Several of Zhou Lang's followers said.
"He said that his brothers were all dead, so he didn't want to live anymore." The civilian husband replied, "They are the soldiers guarding Linguan Village."
Linguan Village reported the news in time and resisted the elite soldiers of the Western Bandits for nearly an hour and a half with less fighting and more force. Only less than 300 of the nearly 2,000 people were left, almost all of them were wiped out. Only then did they have enough time to make adjustments to their defenses.
.
I heard that he was a wounded soldier there, and everyone present was speechless.
"I'll go take a look." Saturday Lang suddenly said.
Before anyone could react, he had already hurried out.
"Sir, your wounds haven't been tied yet." The civilian husband shouted, looking at the white cloth being pulled away from his hands.
The sick camp was overcrowded, with people wailing and crying everywhere, the blood was spreading, and the stench was overwhelming.
The noise was gone, but the civilian husband and the military doctor were driven outside the house, looking helplessly inside the house.
"...Why bother..."
"...Since life and death on the battlefield are unpredictable..."
"…Think a little more openly…"
"...How about knocking him out..."
People outside the door were talking a lot, and Saturday Lang stood behind them and felt out of breath.
"Come on, come on, Zhou Dian is here." The followers shouted loudly.
These words made the people around him get out of the way immediately.
The war has been won, and everyone is cheering and celebrating, especially the generals. It is really rare that a high-level general comes to visit the wounded soldiers at this moment.
The door of the room opened, but Liu Lang didn't dare to lift his feet.
"Sir, please," the military doctor said hurriedly.
Wounded soldiers feel depressed after the war and are prone to depression due to their disability. It is also a good thing if there are generals to comfort and encourage them at this time.
Zhou Lang stepped into the house.
There was not enough room to place the wounded soldiers. This place used to be a woodshed, but it was cleared out and only this one wounded soldier was placed in the narrow room.
At this time, the wounded soldier was lying on the wooden board with his arms raised to cover his face. The wounds on his arms were still oozing blood. There were wounds not only on his arms, but also on his legs and head.
"Oh, this can't be done. The injury is so serious, and it's been so long, why haven't you received any treatment?" the military doctor shouted and rushed over.
As soon as he passed, the wounded soldier, who seemed to be unaware at first, waved his hand violently, and the military doctor opened it.
"Go away, you can't help me if I die!" he shouted, his eyes red, "My brothers are dead, why do I still live!"
Zhou Lang looked at him and felt his head pounding.
"Fan Jianglin." He said in a hoarse voice, "Do you think everyone is dead?"
