Some of these white-armored soldiers will never wake up after lying down.

A sadness that has never been felt before spreads in the hearts of everyone.

They fought until the end.

What makes them so persistent, to die and not give up.

"Go find the tents and let them get some rest."

Li Shengnan stretched out his hand and touched the tears that flowed inadvertently from the corner of his eyes, and said in a choked voice.

Eight thousand Tang soldiers did not have the slightest joy to repel the Turkic army.

They silently looked at the corpses all over the ground.

There are people in Dingzhou.

More Turkic miscellaneous.

They turned their heads and looked at Qin Zichuan and the others in awe, and their hearts were full of awe and admiration.

Soldiers, that's how it should be!

The Tang soldiers set up tents for Qin Zichuan and others to block the "whooshing" rain.

But it couldn't hide the blood under them.

The rain kept falling.

As if to wash the blood-stained earth.

But the rain kept falling.

The bleeding was non-stop.

But it is never clean.

……

Yesterday, they also drank together on the city walls.

also agreed to die on the battlefield together and go to Huangquan together.

But at this time.

All the people of Dingzhou died in battle.

All the soldiers in Dingzhou were killed in battle.

Zhang Deyun, the assassin of Dingzhou, died in battle, and his wife was also killed in battle.

Three thousand white horses are righteous, although they have the bonus of immortal combat power.

But at this time there were less than 200 people.

The fierceness of the battle.

The tragedy of the Dingzhou boy.

Words are indescribable!

Maybe they won't go down in history.

Maybe no one will remember their names.

But they gave their lives for this land!

……

Qin Zichuan was in the midst of a muddy nightmare, as if he had come to the city wall of Dingzhou.

He saw the lights of thousands of homes in Dingzhou.

He saw the curling smoke in every house.

He seemed to see Zhang Deyun, the assassin of Dingzhou.

He seemed to see the one-armed veteran of Dingzhou.

It was as if he had seen an underage dog.

He seemed to see the crowd smiling at him again, waving at him.

"General, come to my house to rest."

"General, come to my house for a glass of water."

……

Qin Zichuan showed a knowing smile.

They were finally reunited with their families.

They finally went home.

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

The beauty of the dream was swept away, replaced by corpses all over the ground, and the sadness that could not be written.

"General."

A white horse servant who had already woken up shouted at Qin Zichuan worriedly.

Qin Zichuan turned his head and looked around.

The remaining more than 100 white horses woke up one after another.

Some are moving their muscles and bones.

Some are dealing with wounds on their own.

Others lay quietly in pools of blood.

The sky gradually cleared.

After the rain, the earth does not have the fragrance of earth, only the strong smell of blood.

At this time, Li Shengnan and the others were stationed not far from the gate of Dingzhou City.

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

Qin Zichuan endured the pain in his body as he spoke, and slowly got up.

"General, they won't wake up again."

A white horse was crying silently as he spoke.

"What's wrong with them?"

Qin Zichuan's heart immediately "chuckled" and asked anxiously.

"Maybe they're tired, maybe they're lazy, maybe they're homesick too."

A white horse said in a choked voice.

Qin Zichuan's body shook suddenly, and he almost fell to the ground.

They were martyred!

A sour feeling instantly surged into his heart, and his mood was indescribable.

It took a long time for Qin Zichuan to come to his senses.

"Aren't we already welcoming this day?"

He let out a long breath and said lightly.

He wanted to laugh, to say to them, "You are so happy, you can rest well." ”

But suddenly he burst into tears.

Two lines of blood and tears pierced his delicate and vicissitudes of cheeks, and the whole person looked hideous.

"Find a good place for them, build a good home, let them have a good rest."

Qin Zichuan said guiltily.

The living, collect the bodies of the dead.

This was their last promise.

The remaining hundred or so white horses gathered in one place, and they used scimitars and spears as hoes.

On a small hillside not far from Dingzhou City, Qin Zichuan chose the homes of the people and soldiers of Dingzhou here.

Lying down, you can look at the city they guarded with their lives, it should be their best home.

……

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

The curtain of rain is constantly chopping, as if it is endless sorrow.

Inside the Avatar Hall of the Imperial Palace.

His Majesty Li Er and the ministers were worried.

"The Turkic 200,000 iron horsemen are heading south, and Youzhou and Dingzhou are difficult to protect."

Fang Xuanling said with a frown.

"I'm afraid that the Turkic army has already arrived on the banks of the Weishui River."

Du Ruhui sighed and echoed.

"Li Shangshu, is there a frontier war report?"

His Majesty Li Er asked Li Jing, the secretary of the military department.

"Nope."

Li Jing asked with a frown.

The big war is imminent, but there is no frontier emergency, this is a bad symbol!

"In the opinion of the old minister, let's negotiate peace. Otherwise, the Turkic army will get involved in the Central Plains, and my Tang Dynasty will be in danger. ”

The eldest grandson Wuji proposed helplessly.

"What the eldest grandson said makes sense."

Wen Chen next to him immediately agreed.

"Peace? The soldiers exchanged their blood and countless lives for the Tang Dynasty, how could they negotiate peace with the Turks? ”

His Majesty Li Er clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth.

"The Turks have 200,000 iron cavalry, and my Datang is in ruins, and the treasury is empty, how can this battle be fought!"

Suddenly, the surrounding Wenchen exchanged heads and talked about it.

"My Datang land is not easy to come by, for the sake of the people of the world, let's negotiate peace."

Eldest Sun Wuji suggested again.

Although his words are very spineless, looking at the overall situation, this may be the best choice.

"A group of Turkic miscellaneous people dare to touch my Datang Frontier, it's really damned!"

The big black-faced lieutenant Chi Jingde rubbed his fists and said through gritted teeth.

"If you want to negotiate peace with you, the knife is on my Cheng Jin's neck, and my old Cheng will not blink his eyes or move his ears."

Cheng Biting Jin pinched his waist with both hands, and his angry nose was about to be crooked.

"Please think twice, Your Majesty!"

As he spoke, the ministers knelt on the ground and pleaded bitterly.

"Not long after the founding of the Tang Dynasty, the people really can't withstand the second war!"

The eldest grandson Wuji also knelt on the ground as he spoke.

"Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood, if you can't make peace."

Du Ruhui lowered his head as he spoke, and his heart was full of humiliation.

"Then let's negotiate peace, for my people of the Tang Dynasty, for my Tang Dynasty."

Li Shimin said with his fists clenched, and his nails pierced deep into his palms.

"Bring pen and ink! If you want to ask for sin, then let me be the sinner of the Tang Dynasty! ”

Li Shimin said with tears in his eyes.

He once fought on the battlefield and laid down every inch of the Tang Dynasty.

Countless soldiers died on the battlefield.

But now they have to negotiate peace with the Turks.

A humiliation that had never been felt before instantly spread throughout his body.