The old ancestor of the Chen family looked up at the sky, in his life, he should not have the opportunity to go to the inner courtyard of the palace to kill 100,000 forbidden troops in the imperial city with one sword.

"Old thing, I can't catch up with you in my life." The old ancestor of the Chen family scolded with a smile and strode away in the direction of the purple flower that bloomed on the ruins.

Zi Yuan'er's death did not make the queen of southern Xinjiang have the idea of withdrawing the army, on the contrary, taking advantage of the only one hour left in the art of resurrecting the soul, the hundreds of thousands of immortal divisions on the battlefield launched the last round of fierce attacks on the Shu Han army under the order of the queen of southern Xinjiang.

The only thing that can deter the southern Xinjiang army is Liu Zhi, who is standing alone at the head of the bridge on the south bank, after finding that this old man with white hair but no beard has no intention of making a move, the southern Xinjiang army rushed across the bridge unscrupulously and came to the north bank of the Yeqi River.

The sudden stop of the ancestors of the Chen family and Liu Zhi caught Liu He off guard, so that the southern Xinjiang army arrived on the north shore smoothly and encountered almost no resistance.

After reaching the north bank, the terrain suddenly became open, and the southern Xinjiang army no longer had to be bound by the ten bridgeheads, but could attack anywhere in the Shu Han camp at will.

If it weren't for Han Yi and the veteran Han family army with outstanding combat power, I am afraid that the Chinese army camp would be uprooted by the southern Xinjiang army.

The Shu Han soldiers who withdrew from the south bank to the north bank were already exhausted, and in the face of those immortal monsters, their combat power and morale almost fell to the bottom.

Liu He wanted to rush to the battlefield from the Chinese army's tent several times, but was stopped by Pang Tong, although the battle situation was anxious, but at least it was not immediately defeated, it all depended on the last strength in the hearts of the soldiers, as long as Mr. Tianji has not yet made a move, it means that the battle situation has not reached the point of incorrigibility, and there is even hope of winning.

This is also the reason why Pang Tong doesn't want Liu He to fight, once Mr. Tianji appears on the battlefield, even if he can win a local battle, but judging from the whole battle, the gains outweigh the losses.

Fajie returned, bringing a message that had silenced Liu He for a long time.

The guy who claimed to be the number one martial artist in the Tianji Camp all day long, but he was the first to die.

There were no tears, not even a sigh, and there was silence in the big tent of the Chinese army.

Everyone did not dare to relax before the end of this big war, all the sadness and sadness were left behind, and even the feeling of anger was suppressed in the bottom of their hearts, and everyone was like crazy, numb and crazy.

This is what war leaves behind.

The battle reports came again and again, with the good news of individual battlefield victories, but more often than not, the names of the dead one after another.

Qian Zhuan, died in battle.

Tai Meng, died in battle.

Li Qin, killed in battle.

Even Mo Li, who was the sixth in the world, died of exhaustion on the battlefield.

Liu He put his hands on the table, supporting his body that had long been unable to support it, but he didn't know how to vent.

He really wanted to give the order to summon the other brothers from the Tianji Battalion from the front line, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them.

As long as there is a war, people will die, why can they only die ordinary soldiers, they can't be people from your Tianji Battalion, and they can't be your Liu He's brothers?

But can you not leave, and don't leave me alone.

Liu He turned around, turned his back to everyone, hid his face and wept silently.

He didn't want anyone to see what he looked like, let alone make the morale that was already on the verge of collapse even lower, he didn't dare to cry, but he couldn't hold back his tears.

"One hour, you only need to hold on for another hour, and when the art of resurrecting the soul by borrowing the corpse is lifted, everything will be over." Pang Tong put his hand on Liu He's shoulder and said in a firm tone.

This is the most difficult hour in Liu He's life, from beginning to end, he hid in the big tent of the Chinese army, not daring to listen to any news, in the end, a soldier came to report the military situation to Pang Tong, he even covered his ears, did not listen to a word, and handed everything over to Pang Tong to deal with.

He was like a frightened ostrich that buried his head in the dirt, ignoring it, not wanting not to say anything.

But something that should happen will happen, whether you want to hear it or not.

Except for Qin Shuang and Han Yi, everyone else on the battlefield was killed, and the most tragic was Wei Xiao, who rushed into the enemy formation with hundreds of soldiers, and finally couldn't find the corpse.

An hour later, the hundreds of thousands of immortal divisions suddenly turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared from the battlefield.

The tide of the battle was immediately reversed, and most of the combat strength was lost, and the remaining southern Xinjiang army could no longer resist the counterattack of the Shu Han army, so they fled and withdrew to the south bank.

Pang Tong did not order the pursuit, firstly, because the poor Kou Mo pursued, and secondly, it was difficult to find a soldier and horse in the Shu Han army that could run long distances and pursue the enemy army to the hinterland of southern Xinjiang.

Even Han Yi's veteran Han Jiajun is no exception, the highest combat power in the Shu Han army, which is known as uninjured in a hundred battles, lost most of it in the first battle, all of which were killed when Han Yi besieged the famous generals who came back from the dead.

Fortunately, Han Yi was there, so that those famous generals did not turn the battlefield upside down, and most of them returned in vain and failed to play a big role.

The dust settled, but Pang Tong's mood was extremely heavy.

He could clearly feel Liu He's changes, in this battle, Liu He's biggest weakness was finally exposed, and after Wei Xiao and others died one after another, Liu He's spirit was almost on the verge of collapse.

Now that Zhong Lixun is no longer there, as the only remaining strategist by Liu He's side, Pang Tong knows that he has a great responsibility, he holds on to the last glimmer of hope, and asks softly: "Next, what are you going to do?" ”

Liu He didn't speak, picked up the pen and wrote a few strokes, then stood up and walked out of the tent.

Pang Tong walked to the table and looked down at the few words left by Liu He, with a solemn expression.

Pacify southern Xinjiang, unite with Eastern Wu, first destroy Cao Wei, and then attack Eastern Wu and level southern Xinjiang.

Pang Tong's gaze finally fell on the word "stepping flat", and then let out a long sigh.

The water of the night river, dyed red with blood, is like a stream flowing through a mountain stream, surprisingly calm.

Walking out of the Chinese military tent, Liu He, who was in a trance, walked to the riverside in a daze.

The surviving soldiers were all busy rescuing the wounded, and no one had time to pay attention to the Mr. Tianji who was standing on the shore.

Liu He looked at the water surface in a daze, until the water of the river gradually returned to clarity at night.

He remembered what he looked like when he first came to this world, remembered meeting Zhuge Liang by chance, remembered entering Liu Bei's army, remembered the establishment of the Tianji Battalion, and remembered that his brothers came to him one by one......

He suddenly closed his eyes and frowned, he didn't want to think about the rest of the story, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

He never thought that he would part, even if he was used to life here, had adapted to marching and fighting, and was used to seeing people die in front of his eyes, but he still couldn't accept it, and his brothers who got along day and night left him one after another.