Chapter 81: The remnant sun is like blood

Night slowly rises over the horizon, and the orange light shines freely in everyone's field of vision.

A few streams of blood soaked in the orange sunlight scattered on the ground, reflecting an extraordinarily oozing black. I don't know where the bright red blood sprayed from the neck, from the remaining residual temperature, to the cooling, it was only a noisy afternoon.

Life is like a blank sheet of paper in the face of war, and in a trance, it can be ruthlessly torn to pieces.

Hiding in the shade of a tree and dozing comfortably, asking a few old men to play a few dishes by the river, and playing with friends in the mountains and rivers have not seen much picturesque scenery. An afternoon was not long, and the laughter and playfulness passed.

But an afternoon can be long, and long can be desperate.

With his heels on the broken corpse, Xu Minghui had no time to regret violating the peace of the deceased, and he was even more disgusted by it. His voice trembled a little, but it also had a determination that he had no choice.

"The crown prince ordered the city gate to be abandoned and ordered to retreat."

The people around them froze for a moment, and they imagined how relieved and relaxed they felt when they heard the order of the armistice. Unfortunately, this was not the case, and when the order to retreat came, they meant: an afternoon of bloody fighting, and the blood of the brothers lying on the ground was shed in vain.

Grief stung their greed for life and fear of death.

The adjutant general's beard was stained with a mixture of snot and tears, his red eyes mixed with anger and sadness, grabbed Xu Minghui's shirt, and poured out his indignation in a broken heart: "What kind of order did you give, we finally managed to hold it, we are about to win!" You see that the bastards of the Tianlin Army are about to become soft-footed shrimp, and they are almost unable to wield their swords. It's a good time, General, as long as we ......"

What was waiting for him was not Xu Minghui's support, but a cold voice interrupting his words.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince ordered to retreat immediately." Xu Minghui tilted his gaze to the side, as if he couldn't bear it, "Our retreat is just a delaying tactic, and one day we will naturally make a comeback." ”

The bearded man looked at the general he respected most in surprise, and a mountain in his heart was collapsing violently. Is this still the general of the White Feather Army who regards his soldiers as treasures?

"Withdraw you. Mother. of the retreat. The adjutant general clenched his fist frantically, and he was about to hit Xu Minghui's head.

Xu Minghui did not block, nor did he dodge the fist that fell down. It's just that the other soldiers around him won't watch him being beaten, and several people grabbed the adjutant general's hand and held him firmly.

"Let him go." Xu Minghui, as always, spoke in a faint voice.

People are subjective animals, and they usually appreciate the general's calmness, but now Xu Minghui's appearance is more like a dazzling indifference.

The lieutenant picked up his tomahawk and rushed towards the densest part of the crowd.

Xu Minghui motioned to the guards beside him to stop the deputy general who seemed to have committed suicide, and tied him three times with a rope. Then, he took one last look at the corpses all over the ground and said, "The prince ordered to retreat, go." ”

Xu Minghui resolutely turned his head and retreated one after another.

After the others around looked at each other, they chose to continue to follow the general's footsteps.

The sound of gold sounded on the ruined city wall, with sadness and helplessness. Military orders are everything, and soldiers have no choice.

Some were left to stand in the way of their pursuers, and others left the battlefield with their tired and numb bodies. They are blind followers, and they have no right to be as crazy as the lieutenant general, so they can only choose Xu Minghui's domination over them.

If a prophet had passed by the blood-glittering North Gate, his wise eyes would have reflected the graves that covered the mountains.

Can the two pale Chinese characters of cruelty tell from which neck the red blood dripping from the armor is sprayed, can you tell how many families are ruined today, and can you count how many pairs of expectant eyes are behind each corpse?

I can't tell the difference, the road is endless, and I can't count it.

Rao is Tianlin army won the final victory, and the carnival did not appear, replaced by the silence of a group of people.

After all, the blood in a certain place, the piece of flesh in a certain corner, may belong to their brothers who get along day and night.

Qilin Hou couldn't be happy, this victory was not easy to achieve, and the Tianlin Army left too much blood. Along with himself, only an empty cuff remained below the left shoulder.

Xu Minghui was a fierce enemy, and in order to defeat him, Wang Lie lost a hand as a price.

He was happy with the outcome of the day, even though he couldn't bear to look back.

"Your Majesty, the last general Wang Lie is fortunate not to be dishonored, and now he has captured the north gate of the imperial capital, and there are not many remnants of the other three gates, and he will definitely be able to win a big victory today." Wang Lie returned to Emperor Qinghua.

The afterglow of the sun had not yet withdrawn from the earth, and Emperor Qinghua could still see Wang Lie's face clearly, and he could still see his empty cuffs.

I can't bear it in my heart, how can I bear it in my heart.

After Emperor Qinghua sighed lightly, he said: "Order the entire Tianlin army to rest - including you, let the remaining defeated army on the city wall be driven by others, don't chase and kill." Xu Minghui led the group of remnants of the defeated generals and couldn't do anything. ”

"The prince?" Wang Lie also breathed a sigh of relief, enduring the severe pain of a broken arm to kill the enemy, it was not an easy thing. And his severed arm was only simply bandaged, and it couldn't stand the torture.

The Tianlin Army is indeed as the deputy general of the White Feather Army said, and the enemy who is several times stronger has long since exhausted their physical strength. If you don't rest, I'm afraid it will cause unnecessary casualties.

"The rebel may have prepared his way out before the battle began, and ordered the soldiers to close the gates of the city so that not a single fly would be spared. I'll see if he's got wings. ”

If it weren't for Huang Hao's rebellion, there would have been many incidents.

Emperor Qinghua is even more ruthless in his heart, how can he be willing to let him, the culprit, escape?

"The last general obeys!"

Wang Lie received the order and dragged the remnants to complete the last task of the day.

Emperor Qinghua looked at the soldiers who cleaned up the battlefield and turned over the stacked corpses, and the sadness in his heart surged.

The dead are actually all the people of Daheng, and they are all the people of Emperor Qinghua.