The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

But this pouring rain could not wash away the blood all over the ground.

It was as if God was also sad for this group of soldiers who could never wake up after falling asleep.

After a while, the Tang soldiers set up tents and covered the pouring rain for Shen Lang and others.

The heavy rain fell, and the rain gathered into a river, and in an instant it was stained red by the blood all over the ground.

The rain kept falling, and the blood flowed non-stop.

Yesterday they were still drinking and chatting on the city walls, telling meat jokes.

But at this time, there is a yin and yang.

All the soldiers defending the city of Dingzhou were killed.

The people of Dingzhou, men, women, and children, all died in battle.

From the battle to the present, there are less than 100 of the 3,000 White Horse Rebellion.

The battle was fierce, and Dingzhou was tragic.

Words are indescribable!

They used their own flesh and blood to forge the iron bones of the Han family!

No one remembers what they looked like.

No one remembered their names.

They will not go down in history.

But for this hot land, they shed their hot blood and sacrificed their flesh and blood!

A heart-wrenching myth has been forged!

Their name is Dingzhou!

……

In the confusion, Shen Lang seemed to have come to the city wall of Dingzhou again.

He stared at the frontier city and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Because he saw the curling smoke, Dingzhou was peaceful.

Because he saw the lights of those thousands of homes, Dingzhou laughed and laughed.

He seemed to see the Dingzhou soldiers who swore to die.

He seemed to see a Dingzhou man who would rather die than surrender.

He seemed to see the heroines who went into battle to kill the enemy.

The familiar and unfamiliar faces kept smiling at him.

"General, go home and rest."

"General, come to my house and warm up with a glass of spirits."

"General, whatever food you like to eat, I'll cook it for you."

“……”

Listening to their incomparably sincere invitation, Shen Lang immediately showed a happy smile.

He felt the warmth of home!

At this moment, he felt like he was coming home.

But this beautiful fantasy will eventually turn into a bubble.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in tears.

The mountains of corpses and the blood flowing unchecked, like purgatory on earth.

Write about the desolation that can't be written!

"General, you're awake."

A white horse servant next to him said with great concern to Shen Lang.

"Is everyone awake?"

Shen Lang said and turned his head to look around.

There were only less than 100 people left, and the white horse Yicong also woke up one after another.

Some of them are moving their muscles and bones.

Some are dealing with wounds on their bodies.

Some lay quietly in pools of blood, never to wake up again.

……

The rain stopped, but the sky was still full of clouds.

There is no rainbow after the rain, and there is no fragrance of the earth after the rain.

Only the mountains of corpses, and the strong smell of blood.

"Tell everyone to get up and fulfill our vows."

"The living, collect the bodies of the dead."

Shen Lang said in a choked voice.

"General, some brothers may never wake up again."

Bai Ma Yi, who was the leader, said hoarsely from the voice.

Then two tears of blood flowed.

A bad premonition surged from the bottom of Shen Lang's heart in an instant.

"What's wrong with them?"

Shen Lang asked anxiously.

"Maybe they're really tired, maybe they're homesick, maybe they want to be lazy and go to another world to wait for us"

Bai Ma Yi couldn't cry as he spoke.

Shen Lang's body shook violently, and he fell hard in a pool of blood.

A skyless desolation enveloped him in an instant.

The sourness in his heart made his eyes blur even more.

"Haha!"

He immediately threw his head back and laughed.

Just laughing and laughing, two bloody tears cut through his originally delicate and handsome face.

"Haven't we been waiting for this day since the moment we set foot on this battlefield?"

Shen Lang said bitterly.

It's just that the bitterness makes him cry his liver and gallbladder, and it's hard to swallow!

The desolation that had been suppressed by him for a long time instantly surged up, bursting out of his throat with blood.

"General!"

"General!"

The surrounding Bai Ma Yicong hurriedly supported Shen Lang's crumbling body, and roared with great worry.

"They're really tired, and it's time for them to rest."

"Find them a good home, build a decent house, let them rest!"

Shen Lang said and slowly stood up with the support of everyone.

The living, collect the bodies of the dead.

This was their last promise.

Under the leadership of Shen Lang, there were only less than 100 people left on the white horse, and slowly came to the hillside not far away.

It is not far from Dingzhou, and with the help of the topography, you can overlook the entire Dingzhou City.

The city they had guarded with their lives was right now, and they should love this new home.

……

At this time, it rained heavily in Chang'an City.

The curtain of rain that cuts endlessly seems to tell the endless desolation of the frontier.

Imperial Palace, inside the Hall of Ganlu.

Li Er is at a loss.

It has now been more than half a month since the last frontier war report.

Jieli Khan led 100,000 Turkic iron cavalry to invade my Tang Frontier, is the frontier still there at this time?

But there was no news from Youzhou.

It's been more than half a month since Princess Pingyang and Li Jing supported Youzhou, why hasn't there been any news at all?

Did they all happen to them?

If the frontier is lost, the Turkic iron cavalry can drive straight in, and the troops will be able to come to the city of Chang'an in a few days.

At that time, the Central Plains will be devastated, and the blood will not stop.

"Now that there is no news from the frontier, do you want me to wait in this Jinluan Palace?"

Li Erqiang held back the anger in his heart and asked.

"Your Majesty, counting the time, Princess Pingyang and Li Jing have already arrived in Youzhou. Isn't it the best news that there is no news these days? ”

Fang Xuanling comforted on the side.

"I don't know if Princess Pingyang can help Chai Shao defend Youzhou."

Li Er sighed and said helplessly.

"Your Majesty, in my opinion, let's gather troops and horses quickly and prepare early. After all, this Youzhou is far away from Chang'an, and by the time the war report arrives in Chang'an, maybe the frontier has already undergone earth-shaking changes. ”

Wei Chi Jingde glared at Fang Xuanling fiercely and said with a sneer.

Their group of generals were naturally particularly unhappy with the peace faction headed by Fang Xuanling.

The Turkic iron cavalry invaded my frontier and took women to negotiate peace at every turn, what kind of ability is this?

"Don't you believe that I, the first female general of the Tang Dynasty and the first god of war of the Tang Dynasty?"

Du Ruhui immediately questioned Wei Chi Jingde.

"Old horseman, if you have the ability, you can also go to the frontier!"

Cheng Yanjin immediately replied.

Just as the two were scolding each other, there was a sudden noise of footsteps outside.

"Urgent! Youzhou Urgent! ”

As the words sounded, everyone couldn't help but look sideways.

"How's the Frontier?"

Li Er asked impatiently.

"Youzhou is recovered, and the Turkic striker will be killed!"

The scout collapsed on top of the hall with exhaustion.