I don't know when night has fallen, and the soldiers are busy with the celebration banquet in the evening, cooking, setting the table.

It was clear that the genius had fought such a fierce battle, but the soldiers looked as if they had never fought at all, and they were all in great spirits.

Finally, when the bonfire was lit, the feast was finally ready, and the soldiers were all seated.

The open-air celebration banquet was exceptionally quiet tonight, the wind was not very strong, and even the yellow sand outside the city was already lazy and didn't want to move, just rolling back and forth on the ground.

Xingzhe walked up the steps, looking at the expectant faces below, he himself seemed to have been infected, he had prepared a lot of words, and even the draft had been prepared, but now he didn't need it all.

"Everyone is good, this is all won by you, the celebration feast begins, Le's party!"

After speaking, Xingzhe directly raised the large bowl full of wine, raised his head and drank it all.

Bang Bang Bang ......

The soldiers clapped their hands one after another, obviously chaotic applause, but for some reason, they formed a very harmonious sound, like a very high song, which can always infect those who hear it.

Xingzhe finally knew why the heroes on TV, when they were drinking, they were all leaking while drinking, the bowl was already big, and they had to raise their heads to drink, could they not leak?

In this case, the person who can still drink alcohol is the real boss.

The soldiers had already begun to drink and eat meat, and instead of being like Xingzhe, they drank one bite at a time, and a large bowl of wine barely wasted a few drops.

Because there was a possibility of fighting every day, there was rarely an opportunity to be able to drink alcohol. Sometimes, there will be some people who hide a bottle of wine for themselves, take a small sip every day, and if someone else finds out, give him a sip as well.

Wine is a very precious thing to them, so they have become accustomed to drinking it one sip at a time, and it is too luxurious to drink it all.

Xingzhe himself casually served a plate of meat, then took a small jar of wine, walked up to the city tower alone, put the wine and meat on the city tower, looked at the vast desert, and looked at the devastated city wall.

The yellow sand is rolling, just like the flow of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, and there are endless romantic characters through the ages.

There are still blood stains left by the battle during the day on the wall tiles of the city tower, it should not be cleaned up when it was cleaned up, but it doesn't affect anything, I don't know when, the next battle is about to start, and when the time comes, the old and the new will be superimposed, and it will be good to clean it up together.

Finally, Xingzheyou looked at the soldiers who were celebrating the feast, all with smiles on their faces, and the light of the bonfire illuminated their faces, but it could not illuminate their hearts.

"The cold rain drenched the moonlight like ink, the rouge blurred my face like blood, the peony flowers fell, the fragrance of tears, and the oil-paper umbrella tilted slightly, propping up on my heart. The old wounds on his body are still hot, the heart is pierced into the coldness of the broken sword, the blood is crying and the intestines are sad, the clothes are dyed red, the gold and jade bottles are scattered, and the drunken dreams are dying. ”

Xingzhe hummed in a low voice, he didn't sing very well, but he sang very well at the moment, maybe because he was serious.

Yes~

The dust is lightly covered, the carving is hidden, and in the cold night, the slight candlelight is shaking. The years of jackdaw crow, the beauty returns to the empty house, where is he entangled in green silk.

Yes~

The sleeves are flying, the sword shadow and sword light, and the shouts and neighs echo on the battlefield of Xiao Killing. He was thin and old, and his fine iron armor was cold. Thinking about her day and night, whether she is sad.

I will play a song on the piano for you, and tell your mood with the sound of the piano. Provocative, plucking the emotional strings in the heart, who can hear the voiceover clearly. I poured ink and pen for you, leaving marks on rice paper. The ink inkstone pen depicts the memories, and those things have never been forgotten.

In those years, I couldn't go back, in the bronze mirror, who was crying, the jade fingers were withered, the face was old, and the makeup was dyed with tears.

In those years, I couldn't go back, in a pool of blood, whose teardrops were, scarred, broken armor, and rust left by the bitter wind and rain.

Spring goes to spring and comes every year, and the tears and makeup are rewarded for you, the neon clothes and dance, the rouge lane, the white jade light is bleak, sprinkled on me.

Day and night are only half an hour, holding the frost in your hand and looking in your direction, the golden shark armor is broken, the battle is on the battlefield, and the horn is cold, surrounding me.

Yes~

The dust is lightly covered, the carving is hidden, and in the cold night, the slight candlelight is shaking. The years of jackdaw crow, the beauty returns to the empty house, where is he entangled in green silk.

Yes~

The sleeves are flying, the sword shadow and sword light, and the shouts and neighs echo on the battlefield of Xiao Killing. He was thin and old, and his fine iron armor was cold. Thinking about her day and night, whether she is sad.

I will play a song on the piano for you, and tell your mood with the sound of the piano. Provoke and pluck the emotional strings in your heart.

I poured ink and pen for you, leaving marks on rice paper. Ink inkstone, the pen traces memories.

In those years, I couldn't go back, in the bronze mirror, who was crying, the jade fingers were withered, the face was old, and the makeup was dyed with tears.

In those years, I couldn't go back, in a pool of blood, whose teardrops were, full of scars, ruthless swords, and rust left by the bitter wind and rain.

can't go back, the interweaving of flowers and moons, only the blood wash of rouge and swords.

After singing a song, Xingzhe felt that he had an indescribable feeling, I don't know whether it was sadness or joy, this group of soldiers who couldn't even go back home, and passed by death all day long, were able to laugh because of a bowl of wine.

Maybe it's because they're used to it, or because there's nothing they can do. They know that no matter how much they miss their hometown and family, as long as the war is not over, there is no way to go back.

Instead of feeling sad every day, it is better to think of something happy and divert your attention to the past, so that you will not miss your home so much.

In fact, only they know whether this method will work or not, maybe some soldiers can really divert their attention and put their thoughts down for a while, but more soldiers can't do it, but they still reluctantly laugh, force themselves to be happy, and make themselves look less sad.

A plate of meat and a jar of wine were all left before he knew it, but Xingzhe didn't plan to drink it anymore, he thought that now the evening breeze was blowing on the castle tower, maybe it had become a habit for Xingzhe to blow the evening breeze unconsciously.

Although Xingzhe drank a jar of wine alone, Xingzhe definitely had no intention of getting drunk. It's not that Xingzhe can drink it, but this wine is not high.

So Xingzhe didn't feel uncomfortable after drinking a jar of wine alone, except that he wanted to go to the toilet a little.

Although the alcohol content of this wine is not high, the taste of the wine is very pure, and it is also very fragrant, and the rich aroma of the wine lingers in the wind, and soon permeates the whole city.

The bonfire flickered, and when the moon was obscured by the clouds, the flames were at their brightest.