Looking at the departure of the 20,000 Xianbei Hu army, although Mo Feng was unhappy in his heart, he also understood that if there was a real fight, it was still unknown who would win and who would lose. However, what worried him the most was that when Murong Ke looked at him when he left in the end, the hatred was full of murderous intent.

Bai Wuye's appearance as if he was not smiling made Mo Feng understand what Bai Wuye should see.

"General, you seem to know something!" Indeed, Mo Feng's curiosity was hooked.

"His eyes are not only at you, but also at me. This new hatred and old hatred are added together, and when we meet in the future, either he dies or we die. Captain Feng, you have to be careful! ”

That's true, but there's always a very awkward feeling in the words.

"Order the flag bearer, play the flag language, and return to the division!"

With Bai Wuye's order, the order flag waved, and the Shengjie army returned to Yangpingguan.

When Mo Feng and the others returned to Yangping Pass, they saw that white flags had been hung at the head of the city, and the soldiers on the city tower were wearing filial piety belts around their waists, and there were cries from time to time.

Mo Feng was puzzled: In the battle against the wolf cavalry, they used night attacks and fire attacks, and there were no casualties, how could there be crying!

"Could it be ......" Bai Wuye didn't finish speaking, and galloped towards the camp left behind by Murong Ke.

When they arrived at the camp, they saw that the camp was covered with corpses, all covered with white cloths, and the soldiers of the Shengjie army and some people wearing common people's clothes also wore filial piety belts around their waists, and they all wept bitterly.

Mo Feng counted carefully, I'm afraid there are no less than seven thousand.

"This ...... This ......" Mo Feng was stunned and couldn't say anything. Looking at everything in front of him, the tragic scenes of the past appeared in front of his eyes again.

He sat down on the ground, no longer feeling the joy he had felt before.

Bai Wuye dismounted, staggered over, lifted the white cloth one by one, and stroked their faces.

Seeing the end, Bai Wuye also sat on the ground, and kept muttering: "I was wrong, I was really wrong...... After speaking, he couldn't help but shed tears.

"Well, the dead are gone, don't cry, I have ordered theirs to be wiped away, and let them be buried quickly! It's been a few days, and the corpses are already stinking! A big hand was placed on Bai Wuye's shoulder, comforting him.

Seeing the people, Bai Wuye couldn't stop crying: "Uncle Zhao, I was wrong!" I shouldn't have let Murong Ke withdraw from the army, I should have fought him to the death! ”

"It's not your fault, Nightless, you've made the right decision. The cavalry under Murong Ke's command are all capable of fighting well, even if it is combined with the strength of your and my armies, it is unknown whether they can defeat him! ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand at the men dressed in the clothes of the people, and they carried out a pair of stretchers.

They carried the corpses on stretchers with white cloths and ran towards the forest next to the camp.

The man helped Bai Wuye up from the ground, and then asked people to tie filial piety belts around his waist, and all the people who took Mo Feng to "send" Murong Ke away were tied with filial piety belts.

Bai Wuye wiped his tears and said sadly, "Uncle Zhao, how did you find them?" ”

"When Murong Ke withdrew his troops, I hurriedly dared to come over when I received your flying pigeon message, and when I passed through the bushes, I found them. Alas, poor people, die on the battlefield and return to the wilderness......" Uncle Zhao in Bai Wuye's mouth paused, only to see that his eyes were red, and tears kept rolling in his eyes.

"Huh...... Scold...... I'm the biggest fool in the world! Bai Wuye kept shaking his head, and his mask seemed to be about to be shaken off by him.

"Okay, don't talk about it, don't talk about it! Let's go and see them off for the last time! Seeing Bai Wuye's painful appearance, that Uncle Zhao diverted the topic.

When Bai Wuye walked past Mo Feng's side, Xihe, who was standing beside Mo Feng, pushed Mo Feng. Xihe's push and shove made Mo Feng recover from the painful memories.

I saw that I didn't know when I had tied a filial piety belt like the soldiers, but because I was recalling the past just now, I don't know what happened.

He stood up and looked at Bai Wuye, only to see him walking side by side with a thin-faced, vicissitudes of life general walking into the woods. And the soldiers of the Shengjie army and those who wore the clothes of the common people were moving the corpses in the camp in that direction one by one.

He glanced at Xihe, and saw that Xihe also had a sad face. Seeing this, Mo Feng also followed Bai Wuye's footsteps and walked towards the forest.

When I arrived in the forest, I saw that the soldiers were digging graves one by one, and they were putting the corpses in the graves one by one. Looking ahead, I saw a tombstone buried in the soil, which read "The Tomb of the Dead Soldiers of Yangping Pass".

Seeing this tombstone, Mo Feng also understood what was going on, it turned out that these were all soldiers who died in the battle of Yangping Pass.

Mo Feng lightly touched Xihe and whispered, "Why is the general so sad?" ”

"Captain Feng, the general should have said what we did after we withdrew from Liangzhou to Hanzhong."

Mo Feng thought about it for a while, and instantly understood that this Yangping Pass garrison should have also been personally trained by Mo Feng Bai Wuye. The friendship of comrades, brotherly love, and Bai Wuye's personality of loving soldiers like a son, no wonder Bai Wuye is so sad.

Mo Feng walked over, patted Bai Wuye's shoulder, and said softly, "General, please mourn!" ”

At this time, the general looked over and was a little puzzled when he saw Mo Feng being so close to Bai Wuye. He stared at Mo Feng and asked, "I don't know who Your Excellency is?" ”

Mo Feng clenched his fists and replied: "The general's command praises the military captain Mo Feng to see the general!" ”

"Captain Zan Cadet, what is this position? Old man, I have been fighting for many years, and I have never heard of such a captain in the army! ”

"The captain of the military academy is actually the captain of the military aircraft, that is, the captain of the army. It's just that although Wuye is a former general and has the right to fake the festival, it seems that Wuye has no right to establish positions such as joining the army. Therefore, he found another way and set up a military captain to help the military affairs of the Silent Night. At this time, Bai Wuye spoke.

Uncle Zhao in Bai Wuye's mouth nodded, and also replied with a fist; "Old man Zhao Wutang, Captain Mo is polite!"

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, General Zhao has tormented the last general." Mo Feng hurriedly returned the salute, the army pays the most attention to the respect and humility of the upper and lower officials, and it is appropriate for the lower officials to have respect for the upper officials. This General Zhao was able to walk side by side with Bai Wuye, and Bai Wuye also called him "Uncle Zhao", so his identity can be imagined, and he must be the chief general of the first army.

"Okay, stop talking, the military funeral is about to begin." Bai Wuye reprimanded.

"No!" Mo Feng is colored.

In a short time, more than 7,000 corpses were carried to the tomb, and the soldiers took shovels and buried them in the tomb.

The whole process was solemn and solemn, not a single word was spoken, and they were all sending their comrades, comrades-in-arms, and brothers on their last journey with great sadness.

After the military funeral, Zhao Wutang and those people wearing people's clothes naturally returned to the camp. And Bai Wuye was also sent back to the barracks by his soldiers because he was too sad.

Looking at Bai Wuye like this, Mo Feng was also embarrassed. Bai Wuye's pain, Mo Feng naturally knew, when Ziyang Town slaughtered the town, he was like Bai Wuye now, and he was in pain.

The boy has tears and doesn't flick, but he hasn't reached the sad place!

There was nothing to say all the way, and no one was happy for Murong Ke's withdrawal, so everyone silently returned to their camps, silently doing what they had to do, and silently sad.

It's just that what Mo Feng didn't know was that on the way back to the camp, there was a pair of eyes staring at him from behind.

At night, Mo Feng lay on the bed, carefully recalling what Bai Wuye had said during the day. Yes, did they do something wrong, the enemy is in front of them, this monstrous sea of blood and hatred! Instead of taking revenge, he let them go.

Sleepless night!

In the early morning of the next day, Mo Feng wanted to go out for a walk, after all, he didn't feel good about what happened yesterday. Just walking, I didn't expect to pass through Yangping Pass and come to Zhao Wutang's camp.

When Mo Feng came back to his senses, he was also startled, how could he come here!

As he turned back and walked back, a "Feng'er" left him behind.

Following the source of the voice, it turned out to be Zhao Wutang, and Mo Feng was taken aback!

His identity has been recognized, but in today's world, only Bai Wuye's true identity is known, how can this Zhao Wutang have nothing to do with him, how can he know his true identity.

Suddenly, a piece of Mo Feng's childhood memories came flooding up, and that familiar face also came to mind.

"Are you Uncle Zhao?" Mo Feng looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.

"Yes, yes, I'm your Uncle Zhao! Feng'er, I haven't seen you for many years, but you've grown up! Zhao Wutang walked over and touched his somewhat gray beard, inexplicably moved.

Yes, yes, it's him, it's Uncle Zhao who played with him when he was a child and taught him the art of war.

It's just that Uncle Zhao in Mo Feng's impression only stayed in Mo Feng for more than half a month, and then disappeared without a trace. He asked his father many times, but he just shook his head and said he didn't know.

Touching his heart, Mo Feng sighed in his heart: No wonder you came here for no reason, it turned out that "you" recognized this Uncle Zhao as "his" childhood acquaintance!

"Uncle Zhao, you're old!" Somehow, looking at Zhao Wutang's face that had been through vicissitudes, Mo Feng's heart felt like tears.

Zhao Wutang kindly touched Mo Feng's head: "Child, I'm nothing. It's you, it's suffering! ”

"No, no, Feng'er didn't suffer! Feng'er is doing well! Mo Feng only felt a warm current passing by in his heart, and he seemed to see Wang Yue in Zhao Wutang.

Zhao Wutang patted his head: "Look at me, this person's old brain can't keep up." Feng'er hasn't needed to be early, so come in with me! Let's talk slowly after eating! ”

"Alas, good!" Mo Feng nodded

Why is Zhao Wutang here? What is he? Where has he been all these years? ……

There are so many questions, Mo Feng wants to ask; There are so many things, Mo Feng wants to tell.