Meng Hua even felt a little emotional...

Do these ordinary soldiers in the Western Regions value more the majority protector Lu Bu, or the merits accumulated in the Western Regions?

Then what?

Meng Hua didn't dare to think deeper, but just turned his attention to the Western Regions coalition in front of him...

…(o?▽?)o…

Among the Western Regions Alliance in the distance, Taxa and Bu Sen stood together, looking at the Han military camp.

Sometimes, life is so wonderful.

One thought is born, one thought is dead.

Although the Western Regions Alliance is on the string, as long as it has not been shot out, there is still a second choice.

Bu Sen looked back.

In the distance, herders were queuing up to receive the food distributed before they set out.

It is indeed as Menghua expected that most of these herdsmen in line are older.

These older herdsmen will first welcome death, consume the arms and strength of the Han people, and leave more hope for life to their descendants.

Is this a characteristic that only nomadic peoples have?

No, this is human nature.

The same is true for the Han people. Even in later generations, they often see that parents spend all their money to save their children, while few see that children spend all their money to save their parents.

If Bu Sen is not the incarnation of Buddha or a respectable master, then according to his current age, he should also be among the older herdsmen, and receiving these may be the last meal in their lives.

The smoke and birds of cooking stoves are straight up to the blue sky.

It was very thick and low, but when it reached mid-air, it was tilted by the wind, and turned into invisible in a blink of an eye.

Bu Sen looked at the situation over there and looked at the older shepherds, silent, just like those Buddhas withered, and perhaps they would still remain silent for thousands or hundreds of years.

"Master, are you... Are you pitying them?" Taxa glanced at Bu Sen, "Let's see more of the Han military camp in front of you! The sooner we capture the military camp, we will die fewer."

Bu Sen turned his head and said, "General, you have never...I mean, is that what happened to you when you were a general from the beginning?"

Taksa laughed, and then a look of pride appeared on his face, "Of course I have fought for this general! Except for those children who went to the parliament, who can be the general who is born to be a general waiting for him to be a? Master, in our Kushan, there is a saying...

Bu Sen asked: "What's the matter?"

"If you are afraid of death, you will not be a general!" Taxa said firmly, "On the battlefield, people will die. So should you die first, or let the young die first? I don't need to say more about this?"

Bu Sen breathed out. Although he knew that there were many problems in what Taxa said, it could indeed give Bu Sen a little excuse to relieve his emotions.
Chapter completed!