I believe that many years later, the veterans of Yongcheng will still clearly remember this changing day.

It was the middle of a gloomy autumn day, and the gray-black clouds joined with the dark peaks in the distance, like a great net that trapped the heavens and the earth. The autumn wind swept through the cold chill of the forest, carrying withered leaves around the ground, sweeping up a patch of yellow sand from west to east.

There were only a few archers standing on the wall of the east gate, and the army of the prince did not even bother to look at it, so they went straight to the 20,000 reinforcements five miles away.

I stood in the corner of the tower and turned my head to look inside the city.

On the long street across the door, there were soldiers standing in the dark press that could not be seen at a glance, they held halberds in their hands, their expressions were solemn, and six thousand people were huddled together but silent.

Standing in the front row of the soldiers are a hundred warriors who have been trained by Wu Feng for three years, and they can travel 200 miles a day with armor, and their physical strength and speed are not comparable to ordinary soldiers. For three years, they have accumulated strength in silence, and now three years later they will become a sharp blade piercing the heart of the enemy!

Wu Feng ignited a rocket and raised his arms to shoot into the sky. The three city gates opened in an instant, and hundreds of crazy bulls with horned knives rushed out. For a time, the ground shook, the sand and dust rolled, the infantry of the two countries scattered in a hurry, and the frightened war horses and leather carts rampaged through their ranks. The enemy's military formation outside the city was in chaos in an instant.

In the panic, thousands of arrows were fired from the city tower, and thousands of enemy soldiers fell to the ground before they could react, and the terrible cries reverberated one after another in the wilderness of the eastern suburbs.

After the rain of arrows, 200 leather carts came out from the central city gate, and 6,000 soldiers under the leadership of Wu Feng and 10,000 elite soldiers who arrived in time cut off the enemy's rear road.

From noon to dusk, the shouts, fights, and screams of the city did not stop for a moment.

Under the attack from both sides, the Qin army became more and more fierce, and the Bashu soldiers were defeated and retreated, and they could not form an army. Many people jumped into Weishui to escape, but were shot dead by the archers who arrived.

This is what war looks like......

I quietly retreated from the tower, without the joy of victory, without the surging tide of my heart, only the confusion after the tension and the infinite confusion of the war.

A stupid ambitious man and two greedy and self-conscious nations have teamed up to orchestrate this tragedy of corpses and bloodshed. Why did the superior have an unrealistic delusion and ask tens of thousands of young lives to be buried with him, who gave them this power?

Before the sun sets, the war is over. The Bashu coalition army was defeated and fled for more than 30 miles in one go.

At dusk, the soldiers were doing the final cleanup on the battlefield, and the generals returned to the city to drink and celebrate.

I burned incense and bathed, changed into a pure white witch robe, draped my long hair, and gently drew a soul-suppressing seal on my forehead with cinnabar, and then quietly took a soul-sending lamp and went out of the east gate.

People have souls, souls are qi, souls are shapes, and after death, the soul returns to heaven and the spirit enters the earth. But the souls of those who died in battle were blinded by resentment, and without the guidance of the shaman, they could not find their way home, and could only wander forever in endless darkness.

Most of the corpses of the Qin army on the battlefield have been transported, and the remaining corpses are mostly Bashu people, due to the large number, the soldiers have no way to bury them one by one, so they can only use cars to transport the corpses together, and then set fire to them.

The corpses of missing arms and missing heads were grouped together in one place, along with a number of severed arm heads. Although they are not necessarily compatible, out of reverence for the dead, the soldiers still take the trouble to pick up the wreckage on the battlefield.

The air was filled with a pungent smell, and I stood in front of the blazing fires, silently chanting witch words. The wind blew up my white robes, and in front of the red fire, I transformed myself into a white banner that summoned spirits......

Cold blood slowly flowed from the corpse, and countless puddles of blood of different sizes accumulated on the pitted plain. They are like a pair of blood-red eyes, faintly indicting the cold and unforgiving sky above their heads and their own tragic fate.

"The soul returns, the north can't be ...... for longer"

Under the moon, I chanted the words of witch blessings, gently swayed the soul-sending lamp, and guided tens of thousands of souls all the way to the south. Behind me, the night wind swept the fallen leaves, making a sassy whimper, which became the sorrow of the dead soul when it fell on my ears.

The soul returns, seeking the next life, don't be a foreign war soul again......

Sending the soul across the Weishui, I blew out the soul lamp, turned around and walked back.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of ** from the reeds by the Weishui. I was shocked and walked slowly with the lamp.

"Who's there?"

A black mass was curled up in the reeds, and I took a closer look by the moonlight at the water's edge to see a sedent-covered sergeant, with two feathered arrows stuck in his thigh, and trembling as he fell to the ground.

I hurriedly ran over, turned the person around, and asked in a low voice, "Are you from Qin or Bashu?" ”

"Qin Ren ......" his face was bloodied, and his voice was hoarse, "water...... Give me water......"

Water? I came out without a handkerchief, so I had to put my sleeves in the river to wet them, and then carefully wringed the water on his chapped lips: "How is it, can you open your eyes?" What is your name? I asked as I wiped the blood from the soldier's face with my sleeve, "Wait a minute, I'll call ......"

How could it be him! When I saw the blood-stained face, I was stunned.

How did Prince Stinger end up here? Didn't Wuxian already send someone to kill him? Could it be that they have failed!

Just as I was full of doubts, the prince opened his eyes, and after turning my face with a feeble look, he let go of his clenched hands and lay on his back in the weeds; "So I'm dead...... he sighed, closing his eyes.

I stood up and took a few steps back, caught a glimpse of a broken sword on the ground, and quickly picked it up, pressing it against the prince's chest.

The noisy battlefield in the day is now only the last pile of burning corpses, and the soldiers who cleaned the battlefield have all gone at any time.

"Stand up for me!" I put my sword against him and shouted.

"Are you here to show me the way?" He closed his eyes and smiled with relief, as if a man who had been chasing all his life had finally reached his destination.

"Yes, I'm here to draw souls for you." My tone was abruptly cold.

"I'm dead, everybody's happy, right? You see, there is not a drop of rain on the way to the soul. With great difficulty, he stretched his hand into the air, as if trying to grasp something.

"Yes, everybody's happy. No one will shed tears for someone like you, so it will not rain at all on your way to the soul. I ripped off his leather armor and raised my broken sword, aiming the tip at his bare chest. I had never killed anyone with my own hands, and I wanted to pierce him in the chest with a sword, but the hand holding the sword trembled violently. Ah Shi, think about the innocent dead little tiger teeth on the shooting range, think about the Yao girl who died tragically without her tongue, think about the piles of stumps and broken arms like mountains, he is the enemy of everyone, he deserves it, kill him, kill him!

The prince glanced at the sword I was holding against his chest, did not struggle or dodge, only smiled and said to me: "When you died, many people cried, right? Tell me what the rain looks like. I've heard shamans say that the rain on the path of the soul is warm and has colorful colors, right? Is that right? You tell me! ”

He stared into my eyes, and my throat suddenly began to harden: "A person like you doesn't deserve to see the colorful warm rain, and you don't deserve to know what the rain looks like!" I threw away the broken sword in my hand and spun back and forth in the same place several times in a state of agitation. If he had been the domineering, cruel and ruthless prince of the past, I would have plunged my sword into his chest, but now he is like a wretched soul, for no one wants to weep for him.

After thinking about it, I finally had to sigh and tell myself, that's it, he is now the general of the defeated army, and Qin Bo has also ordered the deposition of his crown prince, leaving him alive should not pose a threat to Gongzili.

"You're not dead yet." I pressed the wound of the prince's stinger, and the pain made him tremble all over, "Look, you still hurt, it means that you are not dead." ”

The prince's eyes widened at the words, and he looked at me with a look of horror.

"These two arrows are not injured, you wait for me here, and I will go and find you some herbs to stop the bleeding. When it gets dark later, you should leave quickly, and never go back to Qin. ”

"Why did you save me?" He struggled to his feet and half-sat up.

"Because killing you won't get those people's lives back! If you really want to see the colorful warm rain with your own eyes on the soul path, think about how you will live next. ”

The prince lowered his head, and after a while, he choked up and spit out two words: "Thank you." ”

When I was looking for herbs, I was still struggling with whether it was right or wrong for me to leave the prince alive today, but when I returned to the Weishui River again, I found that the prince was gone. It is impossible for him to escape without horses alone, and the only possibility is that Bashu's spies found him and rescued him. I walked around the riverbank, and when I was sure he was gone, I went back to the city alone.

By the time I had packed up, it was time to go to bed, and I was lying on the bed, but my head was buzzing, and I couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning. When it was almost dawn, I was finally confused for a while, but I dreamed that the prince was walking on the dry and cracked soul-attracting road, and asked me over and over again, why no one cried for him? Why is there no rain?

The next morning, I went to the wooden building in a trance to look for Wu Feng, wanting to tell him about the discovery of the prince by the Weishui yesterday, but before I reached the door, I met Wu Feng who was in a hurry with a servant.

"You came just in time, the two countries of Bashu sent envoys, and now they are outside the east gate, you and I will go and have a look!" Wu Fengdao.

I nodded, thinking to myself that the letter must have arrived at this time.