Blood-stained clothes, broken corpses, neighing wounded horses, elephants eating leisurely, and the faint smoke and fire, the silent grief of the survivors, the loud wails of the disabled, the relieved laxity of the fallen to the ground, and the unbelievable cheers of the victors. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info With everything, scene by scene is really happening outside the blood-stained and slaughtered Nine True City.

"Ah Father, Ah Father, we won, we won, we actually won, we finally won, I finally don't have to die." Feng Junyan, who was covered in blood and was leaning against Feng Bing, ignored the knife wound on his hand that was still bleeding, and looked at Feng Siji, who was also dressed in blood and leaning against Liu Nianqi not far away, relieved, and vented the fear and joy in his heart loudly with great joy.

By this time, he had long forgotten the heroic declaration he had made when he came, and he no longer wanted to let this great ideal whose name he knew. The only thought in his mind was that he survived, survived to the end, and lived to see victory. He finally didn't have to die.

"Yes, we survived, we finally survived, and we survived victoriously. However, we were the only ones who survived. Feng Siji glanced at the children of the two clans who were sleeping on the ground and couldn't get up again, without a trace of joy for the rest of his life, and his heart was full of bitterness. The Feng and Liu families love dozens of people, and now there are only four of them left, and each of them is scarred. He didn't know how to face the people who leaned on the door and looked south after he went back, and how to answer the expectations of the loving mothers, good wives, and children? Even though he had made countless visits, Feng Siji still didn't dare to stay for a moment longer. Feng Siji glanced at his son, who was full of joy because he survived, and looked like himself back then, thinking a lot in his heart. Another stubble died at his own hands, just as his father had experienced in the past, and one familiar face after another disappeared before his eyes, until he fell and his son grew up. If he could, he wouldn't want to be the patriarch anymore.

"Oh Father, I, I." Feng Junyan looked at Feng Siji, who bowed his head and was silent, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. When I raised my head, I saw the two clan brothers who were sleeping on the ground forever in order to protect themselves and were stained red by their own blood. The corpses in this place, one by one, respectfully called the faces of their young patriarchs, and laughed fiercely at him, a coward who was protected by others.

Survivor, what a sarcastic title. I survived, what a lucky thing. But is it really lucky? Why can't I be happy at all?

"Oh Father, I'm sorry. I shouldn't, I shouldn't..."Feng Junyan opened his mouth several times, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"There's no need to apologize, there's no need to feel guilty. It would have been a blessing to have survived. You're still young, don't think about it so much. Ah, my father is not sad, but just a little emotional. You're a kid anyway, and they're adults. Adults should protect children just as men should protect women. As long as you can remember that they died for you, and that your life was saved by them, it will all be worth it. Feng Siji saw that Feng Junyan was full of guilt, but comforted him, but this comfort sounded more sad than inconsolation.

The battle was won, the war was over, but there were less than a thousand people left who could breathe while standing on the battlefield.

"Lord Captain, wake up, wake up, we have won, the natives have been driven away by us, we have been saved, the city is defended, those women and children will no longer fall into the hands of the natives, they are safe, safe, Lord Captain, do you hear? The city is safe, the people are safe, open your eyes and see the victory you have won. In the end, Luo Lin, who did not need to carry out the military order, found Zhao Yang who fell under the horse. Luo Lin, who looked anxious, hugged Zhao Yang's body, kept calling out to his captain, and kept asking the living people around him who they were doctors, but he didn't get an answer when he was in a hurry.

Maybe it was Luo Lin's true feelings that moved the heavens, Zhao Yang almost had no temperature body, hearing Luo Lin's shout, as if he wanted to overdraw the last wisp of temperature, Zhao Yang, who had closed his eyes, moved his eyelashes lightly when he heard Luo Lin's last words. The face that seemed to be worried about something and refused to rest, also became gentle and fell asleep peacefully after Luo Lin said that the women and children were safe.

Rollin noticed that the lieutenant in his arms seemed to hear his words, and his eyes moved. But except for the blood that flowed out of Zhao Yang's stomach, after dyeing his clothes red, it became cold and turned into solidified nourishment, and he could no longer feel the slightest breath of his captain. In the end, Zhao Yang couldn't open his eyes again and take a look at the final victory that belonged to him.

Deng Yi and his son Deng Wen are sorting out the entire battlefield. Deng Yi, who had been protected by people from the beginning, was left with less than a thousand Jin people on the entire battlefield until the end, and he did not suffer much damage except for a bloodstain. His plan succeeded, and the impossible victory was also won, but the people who didn't need to die were almost dead.

Look at the tragic battlefield, look at the remaining people who are less than a thousand left. Deng Yi didn't have time or mood to cheer for this big victory, and he didn't even say hello before coming out of the city after the battle, and while scolding the guards around him, he excitedly comforted Zhang Hui, the Jiuzhen County Guard. It was he who insisted on going out of the city, and Zhang Hui, who had reservations, was reluctant to come out, and Deng Yi couldn't blame him. He stopped the natives, he did his duty, he only needed to defend the city, he defended his integrity; He is only a civilian official, and fighting on the battlefield is not what he is good at; He also had to inform Jiaozhi that he was watched by the guards, he was still a son of the family, and he was victorious anyway. Deng Yi knew that as long as there was a victory, someone would always replace him to cheer, and Zhang Hui would not be able to leave a drop of what he ate when he was alive, so he didn't need to waste his strength on condolences.

The dead are to be buried, the wounded to be treated, and the alive to continue to defend the city, to pursue the enemy, and to regain lost territory. Those who are tired for a day also need to eat, and the heroes who have cut down for a day also need to rest. All the post-war matters need to be done by Deng Yi. However, he is nearly sixty years old, and he is very familiar with everything on the battlefield, whether he is victorious or defeated, everything can be done in an orderly manner, not to mention the most familiar victory. Not to mention Deng Yi, even if he is cleaning as usual, he is extremely familiar with everything that he cleans the battlefield after the victory. Without him, only the hand is familiar.

Not far from Feng Junyan, there stood a few survivors who had only come later. There are only a few people left who came later. The people who are alive are looking for the members of their own small team, and it can be seen that these people come from many small groups, and even some small groups are directly dead, and there is no one left.

The seven or eight men standing there looked at the wounded in front of them with heavy faces. A half-boy was half-kneeling on the ground, carefully holding the wounded man.

"Great boss, if you have anything else to explain, just say it, the brothers are listening." Among the seven or eight people standing, a man squatted down, carefully helped the injured man, and whispered as he looked at the injured man who kept coughing up blood.

"Yizhen, the Oolong Village will be handed over to you in the future. This time, I hurt my brothers, and they have all fallen into the grass, but they still come to this trip to troubled waters. More than 100 brothers will not be left until now, only a few brothers, I am sorry for everyone. The man said with a guilty face.

"What did the big boss say, as a man of the Great Jin Dynasty, although he went up the mountain to be a hero, and what he did was a businessless business of cutting paths and looting, but there was still blood in his bones. We can bully these people, but we can't allow the barbarians of Fanbang to bully. This time, the heroes of the big mountains and small villages in Jiaozhou have come, how can we be an exception to the Oolong Village. Besides, the big boss is also to make our oolong village live a little better, how can it all depend on the big boss. The man holding the wounded shook his head repeatedly, and the few people standing nodded in agreement.

"I know that my brothers don't want me to go guilty, and he can only repay this kindness in the next life. After I die, I hope that all my brothers will take care of Qin'er and his mother for the sake of the past, so that they can live well. The injured man, that is, Pang Ying, said intermittently while coughing up blood.

"Don't worry, I will definitely take care of the oolong village for Qin'er. Wulong Village was founded by the big boss, you are not there is Qin'er's, who wants to take Qin'er's things, just ask me about the knife in my hand first. The man named Yizhen, that is, Ji Chu, glanced at the people around him, and viciously fixed a look at the people in the crowd who had other thoughts.

"Don't worry, we will help the young master manage the Oolong Village!" was glared at by that season, and the people around him immediately took a stand regardless of whether they had ideas or not.

"Qin'er." The injured man glanced back at the teenager behind him.

"Ah Father, you say, Qin'er listens." The boy wiped a handful of tears and said with a convulsion.

"Qin'er, after my father leaves, you have to take care of your mother for me. Although I should be incompetent, and now I am a coward, you must not forget the ancestral teachings. It is important to remember that a gentleman does something and does not do something. Come, from now on, your Uncle Ji will be your father, and in the future, the affairs of Wulongzhai will depend on your father, and you must ask your father for advice when you act. The man intermittently instructed his son one last thing behind him.

"Big boss, how does this make. I was born with a cheap life, my life is saved by you, and I would have died without you. The identity of the young village master is noble, I am a lowly person, how can I be the father of the young village master. When Ji Chu heard the man say this, he refused at the time.

"Yizhen, don't you even agree to my temporary wishes, and you can't leave if you want me to go?" The man spit out a mouthful of blood fiercely, and then directly asked the young man to kneel, and then watched the young man buckle his head three times at Ji Zhi, and passed away with peace of mind.

"Big boss, big boss."

"Ah, Ah, Father."

For a while, sadness returned.

Big boss, oolong village. Are these people who came behind here actually grass bandits? , the negative sense is mostly a reader. Feng Junyan heard those people talking, and he was silent in his heart.

Xie Qing didn't chase far with the team, in the end, but there were only hundreds of cavalry, and after a fight, there were less than three hundred people who could still sit on horses. Seeing that the natives had fled far away, Xie Qing was afraid of being ambushed, so he turned his horse's head and returned to the natives' camp.

In the camp of the natives, dozens of Jin women and more than 100 female corpses of Chiguo were found. When the dozens of women who were alive were found, most of them were tied hand and foot and thrown into the tents of the local nobles. When they were found by their own countrymen, the eyes of these tortured women all emitted a light of relief.

Xie Qing searched the entire camp of the natives, rummaged through all the camp tents, and still didn't find what he was looking for, so he could only pump the horse under his crotch vigorously, looking at the natives who had long been out of sight, and ran around the entire camp fiercely.

The battle is over, but the treatment of the wounded can only be simplified. The original women of Jiuzhen City had already been sent away by Zhang Hui, and at this time, there was not a single woman in the entire Jiuzhen City. Feng Junyan was directly arranged by Deng Wen to take care of the surviving women who did not find their families because they were only slightly injured and the children were children. I don't know if Deng Wen didn't dare to see these people again, so he directly arranged for more than ten of the youngest young men to take care of them, and Feng Junyan was directly assigned by Deng Wen to be the head of these people.

The war is over, but the wounds left by the war have not healed so quickly.

"Sisters, aunts, sisters, just eat a little. Shall we go home after eating? Feng Junyan and Feng Bing carried a poke of freshly cooked porridge to the big house in the city where women and children were temporarily housed, signaled the dozen or so people who had been guarding them to retreat farther away, and said softly to the devastated women and children in front of them. The house is the biggest and best place except for the county guard's mansion, but the dozens of numb women and children in front of them, compared with this spacious house, how incongruous it looks.

"It's a pity that no one answered him except for a sob."

"Sister, let's drink some porridge first." Feng Junyan handed the bowl in his hand to a woman, but before he could touch her hand, the woman was so frightened that she struggled.

"Don't come, don't come. Go away, go away. ”

A bowl full of white porridge fell on Feng Junyan's injured wounds, making his teeth clench. But in order not to frighten these people in front of him, he still held back. It's just a scald, compared to the pain in his heart, Feng Junyan would rather be scalded ten thousand times.

"Auntie, eat a little." Feng Junyan once again filled a bowl of porridge and came to a woman in her thirties who was still quite conscious, but before Feng Junyan could find out, another woman rushed up from the ground while Feng Junyan was not paying attention, and slammed into the pillar behind Feng Junyan. Fortunately, Feng Bing, who was following Feng Junyan, was quick and fiercely blocked it with his chest.

"Let me go, let me die. My little mother is dead, Lang Jun is dead, everyone is dead, what's the point of me living. The woman struggled from Feng Bing's arms as she spoke, but Feng Bing grabbed her arms in spite of the bloody arms that the woman had caught. More than a dozen teenagers who had retreated from the distance also immediately stepped forward and watched the people die.

"Feng Xiaolangjun, they have been looking for death several times just now, if we hadn't blocked it to the death, there would have been a river of blood here." A boy who was not a few years older than Feng Junyan stretched out his bloody hand that was caught like himself and said.

"Auntie, everything is over, it's all over. We have won, the natives have been defeated by us, you have been saved, please advise everyone, and comfort those who are insane, okay? The woman in front of Feng Junyan finally took the bowl in his hand, giving Feng Junyan a glimmer of hope.

"Xiao Langjun, you don't have to worry about us, just wait a few days." The woman took the bowl in her hand, glanced at the young Feng Junyan and said.

"Let them do whatever they want, or die, at least now by their own hands." After the woman finished speaking, she carefully fed the porridge in her hand into the mouth of an eight or nine-year-old girl lying on top of her.

"Mother, I hurt." The little girl forcibly took a careful bite of the porridge that reached her mouth, and said with a frown.

"Liuniang doesn't cry, my mother is here, it's good to wake up after eating and sleeping. The bad guys have been driven away, they have been driven away. If you don't believe it, you ask this brother, who has already driven them away. After speaking, he raised his head to look at Feng Junyan.

"Brother, is what Mother said true? Will no one ever bully Liuniang again? The weak little girl raised her head and looked at Feng Junyan with hope.

Looking at the frightened and expectant eyes in front of him, Feng Junyan endured the bloody heart in his heart, and nodded his head a little.

"Well, well, the bad guys have been beaten away. There will never be bad guys to bully Qi Niang in the future. If you don't believe it, if you ask these brothers, they will also protect Liuniang well, do you say yes? When the dozen and a half teenagers around saw Feng Junyan talking about them, they had to lower their heads and make their vows heavily.

"Yes, we will, not only Liuniang, but all the people here, we will protect and not let anyone be bullied by bad people."

"Liuniang, I believe my brother won't lie to us. Ah Dad was arrested by the bad guys in order to protect me and my mother, but Liu Niang was not angry, and was finally discovered by the bad guys. They all bullied Liuniang and Grandma, there are a lot of them, Liuniang hurts, it hurts, but Liuniang knows that Grandma is by Liuniang's side, Liuniang is not afraid of anything, Liuniang is not afraid of pain, no matter how painful Liuniang is, she will not cry in front of the bad people, but Liuniang thinks about her father, and Liuniang will never see her father again. The little girl started crying as she spoke, and soon the real house was full of crying, and every convulsion was fiercely tugging at the hearts of Feng Junyan and the dozen teenagers present.

"I can't take it anymore!" Finally, a teenager couldn't stand the crying in the house, put his foot on the wall, and ran out of the house with a loud shout. For a while, it was like being infected, and more than a dozen teenagers were left, Feng Junyan and Feng Bing, two of them, carrying warm porridge like fools, and handing them to the woman who hugged her head and cried again and again.

"Cry, cry, just cry. If you have any grievances, just say it, I finally survived, don't think about it. So many people have already died, don't die anymore. Feng Junyan took the bowl full of porridge, looked at the woman who was crying, and turned his head secretly.

"I'm sorry, we're so useless." Looking at this sad scene, Feng Junyan murmured in a low voice.

"Xiao Langjun, we don't blame you." A voice of relief came to Feng Junyan's ears.