Shiraz City, which was already riddled with holes, suffered another nightmarish blow this night.

The building materials that had just been brought from afar were reduced to ashes, and next to the ruins of the newly built tavern, the fat shopkeeper sat on the ground in despair, and in the workers' workshop near the east gate, family members carried the bodies of their relatives who were already cold with numb expressions.

"Why are you dead?"

Last night, the heaviest loss was the Confucian soldiers, more than 2,000 people actually died more than 400, until dawn, the people recruited by the government extinguished the raging fire in the barracks, and the corpses of the students with blurred flesh and blood or burned were neatly placed in the courtyard.

Sitting on the ground, crying heartbreakingly, he almost fainted, but he was the most harsh and unpopular Confucian soldier general Xue Ne on weekdays.

In the loss of voice and crying, the tears even washed away the thick blood scab that this tough guy splashed on his cheeks last night because of the fight, and the sad voice was really sad and crying when he heard it.

Lined up in a team to bid farewell to their comrades-in-arms, and the Confucian soldiers who were found felt a great sadness haunting their hearts, and their heads were like a thousand pounds of heavy burden, and everyone couldn't raise their heads.

The 2,000 Confucian soldiers were defeated by the whole army of 89 Arab barbarians, and after the Tai students, who fled from the desert and were usually above the top, came to their senses, their hearts were as if they were tormented by an oil pot, and a strong sense of shame gnawed at everyone's heart.

Especially listening to Xue Ne's heart-rending cry, the guilt in everyone's hearts made them unable to raise their heads.

"General, the time has come, it's time to send your comrades away!"

On Xue Ne's side, Song Jing persuaded and held Xue Ne's arm, who knew that when he broke away from Song Jing's hand, Xue Ne still knelt on the ground and cried.

Just when Song Jing and Yao Chong were helpless, the sound of cold and hurried horses' hooves came from outside the camp, and a forty-year-old government soldier Guo Yi Du Lieutenant was stunned and rushed in, shouting at the assembled Confucian soldiers: "One hundred thousand urgent, I am going to see you Zhonglang General soon!" ”

Stunned for a moment, Yao Chong, who was accompanying him, immediately shouted: "Here, here!" ”

Through the shocking white cloth sheet, looking at Xue Ne, who bowed his head and cried bitterly, the Captain Guo Yi who came was also stunned, hesitated for a moment, Captain Guo Yi was also anxious, but he knelt on the ground, made a military salute, and shouted anxiously: "General Xue Lang loves soldiers like sons, and the last general admires them." ”

"But now is not the time to be sad, the Arab barbarian cavalry is like a black cloud crushing the city, Shiraz is crumbling, and the lives of more than 100,000 people and thousands of soldiers in the city are all tied to the thoughts of adults! Now that you are the Supreme Commander of Shiraz, cheer up and lead the men to the death in the Arab Huba! ”

"Cheer up, how do I cheer up?"

Only then did he raise his head, but Xue Ne roared with tears in his eyes, before the expedition, the King of Min had said, fold a Confucian soldier, compensate three times the equivalent silver, this time died almost five hundred, even if one is a hundred catties, he also has to compensate the King of Min 80,000 taels of silver, this time is not the discovery of the American continent, the era when Europeans frantically imported silver to China through maritime trade, 80,000 taels of silver is still very valuable, enough for him to fight to a product of Taiwei, open 50 years of Yulu.

It's like having a lifetime mortgage, no wonder Xue Ne is so sad.

"Cheer up, sir!"

Seeing that Xue Ne was grief-stricken, Song Jing hurriedly and sadly dissuaded him, and Captain Guo Yi, who came, knelt on his knees, grabbed the ground with his head, and kowtowed with the same sad voice.

"My lord, if you don't stand up, more people will die!"

Captain Guo Yi kowtowed six or seven times, and then Xue Ne was called back from his grief, wiping a handful of tears, Xue Ne still had a trembling face, and asked with a choked voice: "How is the battle at the East Gate?" ”

Overjoyed, Captain Guo Yi hurriedly rubbed his hands and narrated: "The eight Commanders of the East, West, South, and North have all gathered at the East Gate, waiting for the Zhonglang General, Lord Ge Huan died in battle last night, and everyone urgently needs the Lord to take the lead and deploy tactics, and if it is a little later, the Arab Hulu will start attacking!" ”

can be regarded as relieved from grief, Xue Ne waved his hand to the soldiers on the side sadly: "Quick, prepare a horse for me!" ”

After a night of hard work, the sweaty war horse was pulled out again, rode on the horse, and drove to the East City Gate side by side with the Captain Guo Yi. ”

At the mention of this, Captain Guo Yi couldn't help but have a dark face, and the rich sadness was also on his face, his expression was gloomy, and he sighed and explained: "Last night, the Arabs seemed to be crazy, repeatedly attacked the East City Gate, and turned themselves at the Captain Xie Junyou Xie, our army lost 315 people in battle, and suffered heavy losses!" ”

There were only 1,200 people in the Shangdu Zhichong Mansion, and three hundred and fifteen died, and a quarter of them were lost, and even the most brave Commander Zhichong who killed the enemy last night was dead, which shows the fierceness of the battle.

However, the speaker had no intention, a heavy loss touched the pain in Xue Ne's heart, and he glanced back at the neatly arranged white cloth sheets, and Xue Zhonglang would cry on the horse again.

Farewell to Xue Ne, the death-like silence lasted for a long time, and finally, several regiments stood up heavily, beckoned his subordinates to start burning the corpse, and the smoke rose again, and for a long time, a body with a cold window that had been studying hard for more than ten years turned into Feihui and went straight to the clouds.

In this era, scholars are very precious, and no one knows why King Min made this decision. After collecting the ashes of his comrades, as if expecting his future, the surviving Confucian soldiers walked dullly towards the new tent area set up behind.

Everyone seems to be discouraged.

But in an atmosphere of mourning for all the people, the only surviving Chinese gong above his head was suddenly struck violently, and the deafening sound of the gong suddenly attracted the attention of the remaining more than 1,000 Confucian soldiers.

But it was Song Chuhe, the fat man, standing on the watchtower last night.

It's just that it is completely different from the appearance of the hippie smiling face on weekdays, Song Jing's thick face is completely solemn at this time, and even contains incomparable anger, under the stunned gaze of more than a thousand comrades-in-arms, this angry fat man roared extremely loudly.

"Shame no?"

"Are we soldiers? Let less than a hundred Arab Hu sheikhs kill our five hundred brothers, on weekdays, where are we who talk about killing and serving the country? I also want General Xue to lead less than twenty elite cavalry to avenge our killing of the enemy! Can you bear this breath? ”

"The Confucian soldiers are famous, and now they don't even need us to defend the city, can you swallow this shame when you become a soldier?"

"What can I do if I can't bear it?"

Bottom, looking at this fat man who is completely different from usual, at the bottom, the deer man who is more than 1.85 meters tall pinched his orchid fingers, and was the first to shout in frustration: "We are too students, we are not soldiers in the first place, how can we fight with those fierce and brutal Arab stupid men?" ”

"Yes, those Arabs are not people, they are animals, and the pillars are so thick that they have been cut off with a single blow with their scimitars."

"Brother Jiao was split in half last night, how can you fight them?"

"I think we'd better find a way to disband and return to China as soon as possible."

Last night, the fear of the Arabs resurfaced, and in the midst of a frustrated discussion, the Confucian soldiers once again walked towards the end of the tent with their heads down, and Song Jing, who watched this scene, was stunned, and once again struck the drum hammer found from the toilet bowl on the gong.

Dangdang's deafening voice once again made more than a thousand Confucian soldiers stop in shock, and looked around, Song Chuhe yelled angrily again.

"The soldiers of King Tielin of Fujian are also trained with a knife and a gun, why can't we do it, we are too students, the most elite scholars in the entire Fujian country, even if we are soldiers, we must be stronger than those mud legs who don't know a single word, more tough, we should train spontaneously, strong ourselves, this time the shame is enough, next time, I Song Chuhe will never pin my fate on others to save my life!"

Song Chuhe's roar was heartbreaking, and his deafening words also made a group of students who were usually easy to say bow their heads heavily, thinking about Song Chuhe's words.

Unfortunately, jealousy and depravity are always a curse on the wise, and after a moment of silence, the group leader Xin Mao will be the first to ridicule with disdain.

"Fat Song, don't seduce people's hearts, and don't look at your identity, where is your turn to tell the truth here."

"The major matters of training are up to us, the officials, to decide, and we don't need you to be embarrassed here."

"You lose your fat first."

"Big guy, let's go, let's go back to the camp, let Song Fatzi be nervous here by himself."

In the midst of their shouting, groups of Confucian soldiers once again dispersed in frustration, and Yao Chong and Li Ming, who were waiting downstairs, were dumbfounded.

"You, hey, don't go!" Anxious, Yao Chong tried to pull the arms and sleeves of the passers-by, but Li Ming was much more deflated, and shouted angrily: "Mourn its misfortune, be angry with it, and the eldest father is really reasonable!" ”

In the blink of an eye, more than a thousand Confucian soldiers dispersed, and looking back at Song Jing who had climbed down from the watchtower, Yao Chong couldn't help but spread his hands in frustration and said, "Brother Song, what should I do about this?" ”

"If they don't come, we'll train ourselves!"

Instead of showing a trace of frustration on his face, Song Chuhe was even more resolute, looking at the two of them with blazing eyes and saying: "Thirty-six people are going to the Western Regions, and six torches are going to the Huns!" Han Youban Chao can create immortal achievements, the marquis worships the prime minister, we put pen to paper, why can't we create a foundation? ”

"Let's go, let's put on our armor and go out to!"

"Well, I'll go too!"

After saying something impassionedly, Song Jing turned around and walked towards the arsenal, without thinking about it, he shouted Li Ming followed, and saw the two of them walk out more than ten meters in a blink of an eye. Yao Chong still looked at him dumbfounded and shouted, "Really go?" It's just the three of us, it's too embarrassing, isn't it? ”

"Hey, wait for me!"