Quan Ce and his entourage went to Ruyang County again, collected the body of Qianniuwei, and returned to Bianzhou from Caizhou.

On the way, passing through Luyi, this place is the ancient battlefield of the battle of Ningping, three hundred years ago, in this place, the Xiongnu's Shile pursued the coffin of Sima Yue, the Taifu of the Western Jin Dynasty, a large number of lightly armed cavalry launched an attack, the Western Jin Dynasty was defeated, 100,000 soldiers and horses were besieged, trampled on each other, the dead and wounded were exhausted, this battle not only cut off the last breath of vitality in the Western Jin Dynasty, but also opened a sad page of the five chaotic Hua.

Quan Ce waved his hand to stop, looked around and left, "Right here, cremate the dead brothers."

"It's appropriate here, don't worry, general, I'll go and gather the gentry of Luyi and the surrounding government" solemnly has no objection, to make the scene bigger, "It's not good to let the brothers go too lonely"

Quan Ce nodded in permission, and solemnly scattered with a few fast horses.

The people got busy, set up a wooden frame, surrounded by pine branches and wormwood, and piled up dry grass blades inside, torches were lit, the fire was blazing, and Quan Ce and the remaining 58 soldiers, neatly dressed, dismounted and stood solemnly, and lined up neatly beside the wooden frame.

The name of the Eastern Capital Qianniu has long been known to women and children, I heard that they are going to hold a ceremony, cremate the fallen soldiers, come to watch the ceremony and mourn many people, some people hold the wine jar, some people hold wild chrysanthemums, Di Renjie, who is in charge of civil affairs nearby, came in person, and the surrounding three county orders and squires brought a lot of errand servants, and arranged the incense burner in the mourning hall, and the prayer flags and white banners.

Quan Ce and the leading figures silently saw each other, took the torch, lit it in turn, the flames soared, and the heroic spirit faded away.

The black pressed everyone silently, and occasionally a few sobs could be heard, coming from the ranks of the Thousand Niu Guards.

"I have heard for a long time that the general is extraordinary, if you can take a break from grief, please phrase a few words to show the name of the deceased" Di Renjie stepped forward, held Quan Ce's hand to comfort him, and asked him to say a few words.

Quan Ce recalled the past few days of the expedition, the cruelty of the cold weapon war, vividly, the sword and soldiers together, the people were flustered, whether it was the people or the soldiers, their lives could not help themselves, and each had its own hardships.

Tearing away his hoarse voice, he shouted loudly, "Brother Qianniuwei, all the fathers and fellow villagers, all my brothers Qianniu, if you have the ambition to serve the country and go to the trouble generously, it is really to seek benevolence and benevolence, and this general is sad, but he is even more excited." The soul of the deceased is in the sky, and I will be able to bless me with thousands of cows, and the martial arts will be prosperous, and we will live in the world, and I am willing to protect his family from the trouble of freezing and hunger, and have no worries about food and clothing. Into my Qianniuwei, better than flesh and blood, love each other, don't be arrogant with talent, support each other, don't dump with fame and fortune, this is the soul of my army, today is so, every day is so, I am so, I am not here, Wanger and so on can be so"

"Yes, yes, yes" The soldiers of the Qianniu Guard raised their horizontal swords in response, and their voices were hoarse and exhausted.

Quan Ce stretched out his hand and pressed it, and continued, "The place where we are stepping on is an ancient battlefield, hundreds of years of clouds and smoke have passed by, and more than 100,000 heroic souls are immortal, I am willing to hang this ancient battlefield and march for my Qianniu brothers."

"It's vast, the sand is boundless, and there is no one in sight. The river lingers, and the mountains are disputed...... This ancient battlefield is also often covered by three armies. Often ghosts cry, and when the sky is cloudy, they smell ...... Who has no parents? Carry the burden, fear its longevity. Who doesn't have brothers? Feet like hands. Who doesn't have a couple? Like a guest, like a friend. What is the grace of life, what is the blame for killing? …… Heaven and earth are sad, and the grass and trees are sad. The sacrifice is not coming, and the spirit is gone. There will be a fierce year, and people will be displaced. Woohoo hee! When is it fate? From Gustus......"

After the chanting was finished, Quan Ce picked up the three pillars of incense, bowed to the mourning hall three times, and the people and horses behind him were full of people, and they paid incense in turn.

Di Renjie stepped forward again and held his hand, "I have heard the general's name for a long time, I always feel that I am half a claw, my face is blurred, and I don't believe that the general can have any talent in the year of the elephant dance."

Quan Ce shook his head humbly, and held Di Renjie instead, "Too much reputation, the young general is just lip service, too much to protect the people, is the pillar of the country"

Speaking of this, Di Renjie's face turned blue, and he chattered again and again, "There is harm to the heavens, there is harm to the heavens"

Zhang Guangfu was reluctant to return to Beijing for a long time, and he was ruthless, and the scope of counterinsurgency implication became larger and larger, and his subordinate soldiers were red-eyed, killed, surrendered, killed, captured, and killed, and impersonated, and did everything they could, and the states of Henan Province fell into a red terror.

Quan Ce was powerless, compared with the murder in front of him, he was more worried about the letters in Zhang Guangfu's hands, once he returned to Chang'an, these letters would set off a bloody storm.

Quan Ce was bored in his heart, so he could only use wine to kill his sorrows, Qianniu Weizhong's Lai Chong and Zheng Zheng were all immortals in wine, and they drank with him until the sky was dark, Lu Jiong didn't like to drink, and he was also brought into the drunkard.

Zhao Liu, Lu Chongyu, Di Renjie outside, but anyone who is familiar with it, no matter what the friendship is, he pulls up the banquet, and many people come here, he does not refuse, and the civil officials chant poems, and the military attachés dance guns and sticks, and the military tent is very lively.

When no one came to visit, he drank with Shazha Fu and the leader of the Eight Horses, the Jedi, the name of the Eight Horses was taken by Li Zhen, quoting the names of the eight horses when King Mu of Zhou Mu traveled to Kunlun, respectively, Jedi, Feather, Running Sky, Yue Ying, Yu Hui, Chaoguang, Teng Wu, and Wings, they took the initiative to appear and serve by Quan Ce's side after hanging the ancient battlefield and worshipping the fallen soldiers.

The Chinese army is very popular with drinking, and there is a captain in the remnants of Yulinwei who is not good at drinking, and he often goes crazy after drinking, and once Quan Ce saw him beat up a boss who had a quarrel after being drunk, and more than a dozen people couldn't hold him, which caused everyone to ridicule and ridicule.

Quan Ce echoed a few words, a few lights flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth smiled evilly, always suppressing himself, not good for his health, and his head skills were too dazzling, why not take the opportunity to have a good time.

The next day, Quan Ce gathered a crowd to drink, and specially made an appointment with the captain who was poor in wine, poured a few jars of wine, and teased intentionally or unintentionally, "You generals, it's a pity, you were originally here to guard, not to go to the battlefield, and the prime minister is also ruthless."

"That's it, Lang General...... Wait, wait for me, the grace is as deep as the sea, the Xiangye is not shallow, it is neat to cut people, there must be a saying" Du Wei shook his tongue hard, "There must be a saying"

"Hey, brother, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry" Quan Ce seemed to persuade, helped him up in his hands, followed his momentum, and sent it all the way out, straight to the big tent of the Chinese army.

Zhang Guangfu was sitting cross-legged behind the table, counting his great achievements, his fat face was full of smiles, very satisfied, and suddenly his eyes were dark, and a big man with the smell of alcohol pressed him to the ground.

"There has to be an explanation, there has to be an explanation, Xiangye, you give an explanation" Du Wei called and punched and kicked.

Zhang Guangfu was in severe pain, screaming "whoa", squeezing out a male duck's voice, "Someone, someone"

The guards rushed into the big tent, Quan Ce staggered, blocking the way of the guards, and shouted repeatedly, "Don't hurt people, be reasonable, he is the prime minister, let your Lang die, he will die"

The flirtatious captain was even more furious, picked up Zhang Guangfu, threw it hard, and smashed it on the table, Zhang Guangfu was so weighty, the black lacquer table case immediately fell apart.

"Is Xiangye okay?" Quan Ce swayed over, and accidentally, he fell, and his elbow slammed on Zhang Guangfu's door.

The sound of bones shattering.

"Whew" Zhang Guangfu's rooster howled miserably, and blood flowed on his face.