Chen Ziyuan did this, making Jiang Han's later ambush useless. He didn't expect that Chen Ziyuan actually had such courage to sell his front-line troops like this.

However, this also allowed Chen Ziyuan to reduce his losses and at least retain most of his troops.

It was a crazy night. The great victory of the Xiongnu and Shenwu Kingdom meant a fiasco for the Tang Dynasty.

The general watched his troops being divided into pieces. After that, there was nothing left.

Own madness, own pride, now, there is nothing left. The rest is just a bunch of dry bones.

Watching the number of people around him decrease, watching the flames increase more and more, finally, he despaired.

When people are desperate, they can't do anything, they can only look at everything and murmur.

This general, at this moment, thought of a lot. He also has a family of his own, friends, and a wife who has been waiting for him to return. He was originally a brave general, and was promoted to this position by Chen Ziyuan. Everything was so beautiful, but now, I'm going to die here.

One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither, and among these dry bones, there are many, many lives that should not be died. Of course, he's not, he's damned. He has killed so many people, and if he dies himself, it is not considered to be a creation and a man.

It's just that I'm unwilling, very unwilling.

He was now in a pile of firelight, and no one on the other side had seen him yet. But there was no one around him anymore. Such a general does not even have the most basic dignity now.

He put the knife in his hand to his neck.

A general, dying on the battlefield is not a shameful thing. He began to fantasize that after he died, his family would cry bitterly, but Chen Ziyuan would definitely treat them well. I just died, and I didn't lose when I died.

The knife cut down gently, this knife is very sharp, and the things used to kill people always have to be carefully polished.

It's his favorite weapon, and it's easy to slash people. Now, he has finally slashed at himself with this weapon.

Death may not be so difficult.

He stood there, feeling his breath cut off for a split second. Immediately after, the smoke vanished.

He died, just like the soldiers under his own command. It all came so quickly, and in the morning, he was still the invincible and leading general. Now, it is a dry bone in the grave.

The general of the southern expedition is bold and arrogant, and the sword is crossed by the autumn water and the wild goose

The wind blows, the drums and mountains and rivers move and lightning, and the flags are high, and the sun and the moon are high

How could the ants in the original burrow of the unicorn in the sky escape

When the edict returns, I and Mr. will untie their robes

He died, but he didn't even have a name.

He is just a supporting role in the war.

It was a painful night, and it was an ordeal for many people. Chen Zi was far from coming, and people put up a defense in the front row. Fortunately, until dawn, there was no trace of attack.

The Huns are enjoying the joy of victory, and now they don't want to fight any further, they have to clean up the battlefield first and stabilize their soldiers.

Such a victory came at a very good time, just when there were all kinds of problems in the Xiongnu and Datang, such a victory reversed everything.

Duan He and Ruyun Long also worked hard all night, and the arrival of victory was the best reward for them.

This night, Duan He didn't know how many people he had killed. It's been a long time since he's killed someone like this, and the sword in his hand doesn't need any reservations, every sword is a sword with all his might. Last night, Duan He was like a killing machine. Looking back now, I was covered in the blood of the enemy, and I felt a little chilly.

After all, he doesn't like to kill, just as he doesn't like to practice swords.

In fact, the happiest time is to clean up the battlefield after a victory. You can see a large number of enemies dead at your feet, these people were all very powerful, but now they are all defeated by your men. This feeling is not comparable to anything else.

Duan He also participated in cleaning up the battlefield, he just wanted to take a look at these corpses and calm his heart by the way.

Ruyun Long and Duan He stood together, the age gap between the two was not too big, but it seemed to be two generations.

Ruyunlong looked at Duan He and said, "How did you feel last night?" ”

"This is war, not my sin." Duan He sighed.

Ruyunlong nodded, and didn't say anything like that kind of big husband's ambition.

He understood Duan He's thoughts now, when he had just experienced a massacre, why wasn't he thinking like this?

Duan He cleaned the battlefield and looked at these people, not knowing what he was silently thinking in his heart. Maybe he just repented a little, repented of what he had done.

On the battlefield, Duan He saw the general.

He died in a sea of fire, so his body was well preserved. The state in which he committed suicide can still be seen vividly.

Duan He looked at him and suddenly felt that it was him. I am at war now, and sooner or later, I will die in this war.

He stepped forward and took the man's knife.

It is indeed a good knife, and such a knife is definitely a good tool for killing people in war. A person who can have such a knife has an incomparable momentum in itself. Because such a person is not afraid of anything. Otherwise, if you hold this sharp weapon in your hand, you will feel uncomfortable.

Now that Duan He is holding this knife, he is very emotional. The owner of this knife is now dead under his own knife.

This man's death is already the best way to die a general, and many people die without even a single corpse. There are even some people, who will not die, but have just become captives of the enemy country. In the days that followed, some people were inhumanly abused and desperately lived. Others surrendered to the enemy country and were reviled by everyone.

This person died like this, at least he was guaranteed his whole body, and at least left a good name.

Duan He stood beside him, the night had passed, and Duan He could still feel the despair of that person before he died.

Perhaps, this is war.

Duan He walked towards the man, who had been dead for a long time. Duan He touched the man's body, and there was nothing that could prove his identity. Eventually, Duan He took his scabbard.

The knife was thus returned to its scabbard, except that the owner of the knife had changed.

Duan He held this knife, and for a person who died like this, it was a kind of respect for him to pass on his weapon.

"Let's go when we're done, there's a lot going on. This war is far from over. Ruyun Long said on the side.

Duan He nodded, followed into the cloud dragon, now, he had to go back to the Shenwu Kingdom first.

(End of chapter)

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