In the north, twenty miles west of Yunzhong County, the troops are retreating.

The sky clouds and red sun in the west are setting, there are shaky figures coming over to drag the corpses on the wooden fence down, pull out the javelin that runs through the flesh, raise your eyes, the spread of the soldiers, the eagle flag is from the field of vision towards the rear neatly retreated, there is black smoke swept up the dim sky around, across the two-mile front, there are still flames burning, Zhang Yang spit out a mouthful of blood, wiped his mouth, and weighed the short-handled javelin and walked back.

"The Great Qin people retreated, cleaned up the corpses, and piled them up outside the wooden fence......"

The staggering footsteps were walking, he commanded the soldiers around him, the dark red blood stains around him were intertwined with the corpses, someone took a lot of effort to separate the two corpses, the Han soldiers were stabbed through the body by a short sword, but they hugged each other tightly, and their teeth bit off the neck of the Great Qin soldiers, there are many such tragic situations, most of them are the soldiers of Yunzhong County, most of them do not have much combat experience, at the beginning of the war, they just fought with blood, rushed up to fight with the enemy, and firmly stuck to the first line of the wooden fence, Three thousand people for nearly a month, nearly half of the dead and wounded.

The dead and the undead were lying in Zhang Yang's field of vision, stretching away in the dim skylight, the less injured were being pulled out of the corpses by their companions for treatment, and the figures of many medical craftsmen who were forcibly looted in the city carried medicine boxes and ran between several people, which was still not enough.

Zhang ...... General ......"

A groaning soldier was lying on the ground covered in blood, weakly stretched out his arm to pull the walking foot and neck, raised his neck tremblingly, looked up at the bloodstained Zhang Yang, and muttered softly: "....... We...... Yes...... Hold on? ”

Zhang Yang squatted down, held the hand tremblingly, his eyes were red, and he nodded depressedly: "Yes!" ”

"That'...... That's good......" The wounded soldier smiled with blood all over his mouth, his smile frozen, and the soil beneath him was stained red.

At this moment, there were still many seriously injured lives silently broken, the soldiers who collected the corpses wept down their eyes and piled up the corpses of their comrades and enemies outside the wooden fence, forming another line of defense, the collapsed and broken wooden wall was being repaired and re-erected, and in the dim vision, flocks of crows flew to stand on the wooden pillars, woo-wah...... Wow...... The cry of death was like a bleak dream.

Soon, night fell.

The camp lit a speckled bonfire, and the whole camp was silent, the flickering firelight reflected the faces full of grief and numbness, and in the darkness someone got up and walked towards the figure sitting alone.

The flames crackled and burned.

Zhang Yang looked at the short sword and javelin of the Great Qin people in his hand, and looked at it silently for a while, thinking of the previous battle in his mind, which made him feel desperate.

At the beginning of June, he took 1,500 black mountain horsemen to contact with the other party, and suffered a big loss under the javelin and dense shield, and waited until he led the foot soldiers to catch up, with nearly 10,000 to 20,000, launched a wave of frontal attacks, but the opponent's array was like a wall of advancement, the two sides first shot each other with a rain of arrows, and then relied on the foot soldiers to hold the shield to approach, charge, but the spear in the hand of the opponent's foot soldier in more than ten steps, suddenly thrown out, easily penetrated the shield to kill the soldiers behind, and then in the way of short soldiers, wielding a short sword and raising the shield to fight.

The black mountain cavalry on the outside was also entangled by a cavalry throwing spears, and there was no way to detour or rescue, and immediately decided, Zhang Yang Mingjin withdrew his troops, and in the following month, he continued to take a defensive posture and deal with the Great Qin army, at first the other party was just after the trial.

On the 16th of June, the offensive was launched, the head was a heavy infantry wearing a thick short-arm cuirass and a large shield, Zhang Yang with 3,000 soldiers with the idea of consumption, and the opponent fought to the death outside the wooden fence, there was no formation, all the perseverance to spread blood and corpses everywhere, the black mountain rider shouted to the side to rush into the enemy formation, disrupted the opponent's formation, after losing hundreds of people, had to withdraw from the battlefield, Zhang Yang constantly dispatched a team of soldiers to fill the gap, with a tenacity in the dusk after falling, the enemy was repulsed.

On June 18, after a day's rest, the Great Qin army advanced again, this time, a large number of centurions with red horizontal crested feathers and iron helmets with a flag-raising soldier led a squad of hundreds of people to break into the rear of the wooden fence, and the 6,000 Youzhou elite infantry brought by Zhang Yang also entered the battlefield in the form of a team, and fought head-on with the opponent.

On June 20, Zhang Yang also began to run around the battlefield with his own soldiers, and a letter asking for help was sent.

On June 25, when he began to retreat on all fronts, defending while fighting, his lead was scattered, he didn't know where to go, and he kept retreating on the battlefield, Zhang Yang prayed that he would appear somewhere on the battlefield......

……

Syllable!

The dead branch was broken and thrown into the fire in Zhang Yang's hand, and the sound of footsteps from far and near interrupted his thoughts, and the burly figure threw an axe to the side and arched his hand: "General Zhang...... It can't be beaten, there are more than 7,000 comrades, and now there are only 4,000 people left, and even the general's cavalry does not know where to go, so simply retreat into the city to defend. ”

Zhang Yang looked at the man, his name was Cao Tuo, he was a Dubo in the army, and he was also brave, and when Da Qin rushed into the wooden fence, he led his corporal to kill a centurion and the flag bearer.

“.…… It cannot be returned. Zhang Yang picked up the dead branches on the ground and took a deep breath: "Reinforcements will come soon, let the brothers hold on for a few more days, and it will not be better than us to fight this Shangdaqin people." ”

Over there, the figure took a step forward, and the voice shouted out: "But where are the reinforcements?" All the soldiers and horses in the clouds have come over, and they are almost dead! If the fight continues, the old brothers from Youzhou will also die-"

More footsteps came around the bonfire, and countless soldiers approached, their eyes focused on Zhang Yang, who was sitting by the fire.

"Even if you die, you have to keep it!"

Zhang Yang stood up abruptly, staring at Cao Tuo with slightly red eyes, "Retreating means that we have no ability to protect the people behind us, we are soldiers, and we should shed blood for this land!" ”

"......." Cao Tuo turned his face away and fell silent.

At this time, Zhang Yang over there continued to speak, his tone was slightly softened, and he looked at every face around him: "....... Some of you are afraid of death, and I am afraid of death, but I am even more afraid of being disgraced, and if the enemy runs rampant in our land, and if it is spread out in the city, the foreigners will laugh at us and say, "Look, they cannot fight it, but they will only shrink up." ”

"It's not just my own face....... it's also a shame on the Han people. In the afternoon, one of my comrades was dying, and he grabbed me and asked if I could hold on. Zhang Yang clenched his teeth, trembled slightly, and made a suppressed voice: "....... I said yes! After saying that, he died laughing......"

In a low and suppressed speech, on the other side, Cao Tuo lowered his head and picked up the axe, and the surrounding soldiers were silent holding their weapons. Zhang Yang wiped a line of wet marks from the corners of his eyes, under his beard, and grinned: "No matter what, we have to keep it......"

“.…… Just because I'm Han. ”

"How can you fall into majesty before a foreigner—"

His voice drifted in the night wind.

The night was quiet, after a long time, the figures dispersed silently, Cao Tuo carried the axe and glanced at Zhang Yang in front of the firelight, bowed, in the camp, the sound of sharpening knives sounded in the quiet night, some people tore off the cloth strips and tied their palms and knife handles together, or they looked at the blade silently, their faces were hideous, and some people were sleeping with weapons and grinning......

Zhang Yang closed his eyes, sat down, reached out and took out the unfinished letter, bit his fingers, and continued to write with a solemn face.

Brother Feng Xianwu......

……

The sky was shining.