At the end of the war, the battlefield was full of rolling stones and corpses stained red with blood. Even the wind carried a strong smell of blood. The bamboo forest on the hillside was swaying hard in the wind. It seemed that they could not smell such strong blood.

, I want to work hard to let it go...

Zhang Yifei stood on the tower, looking at the mountains of corpses in front of him with a sad face, thinking deeply...

"Marshal, our army killed 50,000 enemies in this battle, captured more than 10,000 horses, and captured 8,000 enemy troops. Wu Qi also retreated more than a hundred miles with the remaining army. It can be said to be a complete victory!"

Li Yong came excitedly and his words were full of pride. He was a soldier. How could he be unhappy after winning a battle?

But as the commander-in-chief, Zhang Yifei seemed not to be happy. He still looked down at the battlefield, looking at the corpses of those soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country. "Where is our army? What are the casualties?"

Logically speaking, as a commander-in-chief after winning a battle, he should be rewarded based on his merits. Even if he failed, he should report to the court to ask for merit for the soldiers. Unexpectedly, these words suddenly came out of his mouth. Li Yong raised his eyes fiercely, his face

His joyful expression disappeared in an instant, and he stammered in reply: "Our army... twenty thousand were killed, six thousand were slightly injured, and three thousand were seriously injured!"

Speaking of the casualties of our army, Li Yong's expression also became sad, because those dead sergeants were also his comrades-in-arms. Although the troop formation did not belong to one person, they had fought together in blood! Zhang Yifei did not offer any words of comfort.

He just asked: "Where is the Lord of Linghu City? Where is he now?"

Li Yong didn't expect that Zhang Yifei would suddenly ask about Linghu Shaobai, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment. Fortunately, Chu Suifeng had just arrived and happened to know Linghu Shaobai's whereabouts, so he answered for him: "The war has just ended."

, Linghu Shaobai led the remaining 7,000 people in Tucheng and immediately went to Junshan. He said: He wanted to find a home for the sacrificed soldiers on Junshan..."

There was a deep desolation in Chu Suifeng's words. It was obvious that he did not feel the joy of winning the war, but only felt the same sadness as Zhang Yifei!

"Although Junshan is big enough, there is no place that can accommodate 20,000 heroic spirits," Zhang Yifei said and finally turned around. He continued: "Suifeng, could you please go to Junshan and tell Linghu Shaobai that it is

Said: I want to place these 20,000 soldiers under the battlefield in front of the city tower, so that the blood of the enemy can nourish their heroic spirits at any time!"

Zhang Yifei obviously didn't want these warriors who sacrificed their lives for the country to be separated. The soil on Junshan was too thin, and there was indeed no place to accommodate 20,000 corpses at the same time, but the open space in front of the city tower could. Moreover, Tucheng, as Yelang

At the first pass, bloody battles like today have been fought countless times before, and there will never be less of them in the future. So by burying them here, they can drink some of the enemy's blood from time to time, and these are undoubtedly those who died.

What the soldiers desire most...

Chu Suifeng's legs were not weak, and Junshan was not too far away, so he found Linghu Shaobai not long after, "Brother Shaobai, the marshal has ordered you to return to the city immediately!"

"Marshal?" "Ha!" Linghu Shaobai seemed to be surprised by Chu Suifeng's arrival. He smiled helplessly and said, "Brother Chu, please tell me back to the marshal. Just say that Shaobai is not available now. Wait until I settle in."

Brothers, Shaobai will return to Tucheng to apologize to the marshal!"

His words were full of indifference that would put others away from thousands of miles away. It seemed that he was still angry at Zhang Yifei for not rescuing Tucheng. As he said that, he really didn't care about Chu Suifeng and continued to shuttle with the sergeants.

In the dense forest of Yujun Mountain, most of the soldiers who died in this battle were Tucheng soldiers, so Linghu Shaobai thought of finding a geomantic treasure land for his dead brothers so that they could rest peacefully!

Seeing Linghu Shaobai's serious look, Chu Suifeng seemed to be touched. He said loudly: "The marshal has thought of an excellent burial place. The marshal specially sent me to invite Brother Shaobai back during Suifeng's trip.

It was negotiated by the city.”

When Linghu Shaobai heard this, he was surprised and said: "He would also care about whether the brothers can live a stable life underground?"

Feeling the doubt in Linghu Shaobai's words, Chu Suifeng argued: "Brother Shaobai, you may have misunderstood the marshal. He has not even had a peaceful sleep these days. If he really doesn't care about the Tucheng defenders,

How can you march six hundred miles in one day and one night if your safety is in danger?"

"Ha!" Linghu Shaobai was still smiling, but the smile was heart-wrenching, "Yes, our marshal is indeed marching very fast, but he is blocked by the army mountain. Otherwise, our Tucheng soldiers

How could his sacrifice be in vain?”

Before he finished speaking, his smile could no longer be maintained, and tears popped up in his eyes. The city lord who had dedicated his whole life and blood and sweat for Tucheng finally shed tears! Chu Suifeng finally stopped defending Zhang Yifei, because he knew that no matter what he did,

Even Linghu Shaobai would not listen. The person who tied the bell had to be tied to untie the bell, so he could only turn around and return to the city.

All the way back, the city was still busy. Although the battle was over, the damage caused by this battle could not be recovered in a short time, and those who died would never come back!

But Chu Suifeng knew that these were not Zhang Yifei's fault. Facing an opponent like Wu Qi, if the coach was not Zhang Yifei, the result would probably be worse, and even Tucheng might even cease to exist...

Chu Suifeng had no intention of lingering. He hurried back and saw Zhang Yifei again on the city tower. "Marshal, Linghu Shaobai seems to have a deep misunderstanding of you. No matter what Suifeng said, he just refused to lead his troops back."

Zhang Yifei still didn't take his eyes away from the battlefield. Of course, the current battlefield was no longer what it was during the battle. He had ordered his sergeants to dig a huge pit on the battlefield, which was the Hero's Tomb of 20,000 soldiers. They

He was sacrificed here, and after his death, he will be buried underground and continue to protect Yelang's land!

The young man looked at the pit in front of the city tower and said in a slightly remorseful tone, "Twenty thousand soldiers were lost in this battle. Thirteen thousand people were killed under Linghu Shaobai's command alone. Those were all his brothers, and they were under his command."

How could he not hate me when he was sacrificed right before his eyes?"

Chu Suifeng said: "But this is not the Marshal's fault at all!"

Zhang Yifei shook his head and said: "Every soldier who died is the result of the general's incompetence. As the commander-in-chief of the three armies, I am unworthy of these 20,000 heroic souls. Brother Chu, please lead the way. I want to find Linghu Shaobai myself..."

Junshan is located on the north side of Tucheng. It has been the burial place for soldiers who died in wars since ancient times. Linghu Shaobai's grandfather was also buried on Junshan. Since he went to Junshan, he naturally had to take a look.
Chapter completed!