"Quack, quack, bang!" As the last gap was completely closed, the hearts of everyone in Shema Town were relieved, but they could not hide the sadness on their faces.

Zhang Erhu ran all the way up the city wall, but when he came to the last step, he suddenly stopped, closed his eyes and quietly listened to the sound of horses' hooves and shouts of killing outside the city, and pinched the spear in his hand with his right hand to "gurgle", and the three people behind him were all silent, and the hand on the saber tightened and tightened.

I don't know how long it took, the shouting and killing outside the city weakened a lot, and the person behind Zhang Erhu may not be able to hold it back, so he stepped on the city wall in three steps and two steps, glanced out of the city, and then turned around and shouted with a crying voice: "Battalion commander!" ”

"Alas..."Zhang Erhu sighed slowly, threw the spear in his hand to the side, and slowly sat on the steps under his feet against the wall, seemingly calm and abnormal, but a pair of tired eyes gave people a feeling of exhaustion.

The man slapped his thigh, "......! He seemed to be sorry, and he seemed to blame himself for his inability.

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The town of Xiema was saved, but at the cost of the lives of more than 1,600 soldiers of the cavalry battalion and the deaths and injuries of more than 3,100 soldiers of the original independent battalion.

As a result, Temutel, who was in Humontshuai's tent, was so angry that he smashed three tables.

Because of Qiu Xin's sacrifice, Yan Wuji became the highest-ranking person in Xiema Town at this time, so it was natural that the two battalions were temporarily under his unified command, and Liu Zhilan temporarily acted as the deputy commander of the independent battalion, and Yan Wuji was personally promoted.

Although the establishment of the Xiao Cavalry Battalion and the Independent Battalion is no longer full, for some reasons, Yan Wuji did not advocate merging the two units into one formation, which made the soldiers of the Independent Battalion shout for wisdom At the same time, the generals of the Xiao Cavalry Battalion also began to respect him.

The temporary silence of the Humeng camp allowed Yan Wuji to have time to deal with some things that should be dealt with in time, there were three things, the first was to bury the fallen soldiers, the second was to reward the meritorious soldiers, and the third was to deal with the prisoners who were still in prison.

So now on the Beiying school field in Xiema Town, rows of corpses of fallen soldiers covered with white cloth are neatly arranged on this wide field, poured with tung oil, and a soldier with a torch is lit in rows under Liu Zhilan's order, and Qiu Xin and Zhu Ziming are the fires lit by Yan Wuji himself.

"Brethren, it's a good journey!" A mournful cry came out of Yan Wuji's mouth, the man's knees knelt down in front of the spirit of the deceased, a voice sounded, and thousands of voices followed, even the soldiers who were still stationed at the head of the city and failed to participate also used all their strength to shout this sentence to the sky, so that this parting elegy could rush to the place where the deceased was, so that they could rest in peace.

Zhang Erhu knelt behind Yan Wuji, side by side with Liu Zhilan, in the sea of fire that burned, there were also soldiers of the Xiao Cavalry Battalion, the gentlemen's agreement on the battlefield, the corpse team picked up from outside the city, the first and second riding Qian Zong was also the fire he lit himself, the first riding Qian Zong had been trampled on the war horse and could not recognize the appearance, if it wasn't for the general armor that belonged to the Qianzong, I really didn't know how to find her, and now at least Zhang Erhu would not feel so sorry in his heart.

At this time, he didn't think that Yan Wuji was still anything short of a qualified commander, and maybe he hadn't reached the height of Hao Zifeng, so he didn't think that the commander of an army couldn't show his emotional side.

On the contrary, only a general with feelings will be loved by the soldiers under his command, just like now, he has been completely convinced of Yan Wuji, this is no longer because of the "absolute obedience" military regulations, so that he does not disobey Yan Wuji's orders, but is willing to this young commander full of human feelings.

Whether to kill people first or to boost morale first, Yan Wuji actually thought about it in private for a night, he is no longer the hairy soldier who stabbed me and I stabbed you with a sword, what he wanted to consider was how to maximize the use of the existing resources in his hands, at this point, he had unconsciously moved closer to an excellent commander.

If Qiu Xin knew, he would definitely smile from ear to ear in the sky.

"Bring people in!" Yan Wuji's final decision was to stand up for it first, because Liwei could make the soldiers accumulate anger and be afraid, which was equivalent to a slap in the face.

And then reward, let them from the apprehension of the talent to the mood in an instant, this great contrast, can make the soldiers feel the good of their own general, and they are more willing to support and follow their own general to live and die.

This is the usual method of beating a stick and then giving a candy to eat, although he is a little disdainful, Yan Wuji still has to admit that this method is indeed very effective.

So when two rows of soldiers dragged eleven Humeng people who had broken their tendons and tendons into the field, the generals of the Yan army who knew it well had already regarded them as dead people.

These eleven Humeng people were the Extreme Martial Cultivators who rushed to the east city wall yesterday, but when they laughed heartily and slaughtered on the city wall, they didn't expect that they would end up at this point today, and the initiator was holding the long willow leaf knife that was carried cross-body at his waist, staring at them for a long time.

These eleven people wanted to face Yan Wuji and say some cruel words, or beg for mercy again, but unfortunately, as soon as they came up, they were asked to kneel down facing the still burning fire, and a few people tried to struggle to turn around, but they were slapped by a few big-eared scrapers that followed.

After a period of dizziness, he obediently knelt down!

From beginning to end, Yan Wuji only watched from the sidelines, and waited until they all knelt down before he spoke: "In that sea of fire, thousands of heroic souls of my Yan army, give you half a stick of incense, and confess to them in every way you can think of, if you are sincere, I can consider sparing your life." ”

Yan Wuji glanced at the Humeng captives with a blank face, among them, only Aluka showed joy, the corners of Yan Wuji's mouth curled, and said: "Aluka, translate to them, I will take credit for you." ”

Aluka hurriedly wanted to turn around and thank him, but he only turned his face sideways, and a big ear scraper fanned him, and the force was so heavy that he directly fanned him to the ground, but Aluka didn't dare to have a little temper at this time, and while getting up, he tried to squeeze out a little smile at the Yan soldier who slapped him.

"Hurry up and translate!" The soldier was about to fight again, and Aruka shrank his neck and nodded hurriedly.

A murmuring of Hummon came out of his mouth and fell on the ears of the other ten, some of whom were beaming, but most of them were angry and roaring, as if to rebuke Aluca.

Ignoring them, and turning a deaf ear to their rebuke, the Vultures began to bow down to the sea of fire in front of them in what he considered to be the most pious posture, and three others began to bow down as well.

As for the other seven people, some looked up at the sky proudly, some kept shouting angrily, and some wanted to struggle to get up, wanting to rush towards Yan Wuji, but it was the spear in Yan Jun's hand that greeted him, and smashed it with the body of the gun, and instantly heard two "click" sound of broken bones.

I saw the man's legs fall to his knees again in a very deformed shape, and a terrible wail came out of his mouth.

Seeing this, the two of them hesitated, and couldn't help but tremble and joined the ranks of Aluca, for what was happening in front of him, Liu Zhilan just pursed his mouth, with a look of disdain, secretly despised the two Humeng people who pretended to be very backbone.

I have to say that Yan Wuji's way of making all the Yan soldiers present have a sense of revenge, which is an almost perverted psychology, Yan Wuji of course understands, but he thinks that once in a while is not only conducive to releasing the backlog of grievances of the soldiers, but also allows people to get an almost wild pleasure in a short time.

This was something he had discovered during his war with the Humonites, and he wanted his soldiers to have that almost perverted wildness, so he didn't alike it, just limited the number of times.

At present, there are six people who have succumbed, except for one who is still lying there crying like a dead pig, and four others are still maintaining the appearance of preferring to die.

Yan Wuji waved his hand to a small colonel next to him, and the junior colonel strode up with the two of them, and came to the side of the Humeng man who scolded the most fiercely, and a soldier "pong" the ground, and smashed the clay pot he was holding on the man's head, the clay pot was torn apart on his head, and the tung oil in it instantly soaked through the clothes on his upper body, and was still flowing on the pants under him.

The man looked at the tung oil in horror from the previous anger, and two irresistible thrusts came from behind him, slowly pushing him step by step towards the sea of fire in front of him.

With the blessing of tung oil, the woolen clothes of the Humeng people were completely wrapped in flames in an instant, and how loud they scolded just now, how loud they screamed now, but this scream lasted for about ten breaths, and it was annihilated by the flames without a trace.

The voices of the remaining three people had become thin as early as when the man was poured tung oil, and at this moment, seeing his companion die so tragically, no matter how fierce Rao was to death, it had become just talk.

No one will not be afraid of death, this is the principle that Yan Wuji has always firmly believed, and all the courage to see death as if it were home is a backwater battle because of the chance of survival.

If he already knows that if he continues to die, and that the way of death has been clearly shown to him, then he is not human.

So while the three were still hesitating, another person was smashed from his head without warning two cans of tung oil, and then he was thrust into the fire amid his cries and pleadings.

And the remaining two people dared to hesitate at this time, even the guy who fell to the ground and wailed before couldn't care about the sharp pain in his legs, and hurriedly learned from the previous Aluka and the others, kowtowing and bowing, but their expressions were more panicked than pious, and their trembling lips kept muttering, although they didn't know what they were talking about, but it was certain that they were scared to death now.

The corners of Yan Wuji's mouth pulled up a sneer, at this time he didn't have any interest in looking at it anymore, he turned his head sideways and whispered two words to Liu Zhilan, and after the latter listened, he looked at Yan Wuji in surprise, and there was a strange look in his eyes, but it was only a moment, and he took the order.

Liu Zhilan came to the front, he didn't know what he whispered, and Aluca, who was still kowtowing, heard it, and his face instantly bloomed with ecstasy, and he thanked Liu Zhilan for a thousand thanks, and the remaining eight people were escorted out of the school by a group of soldiers.