As the light faded, two lonely figures emerged in the center of the battlefield.

The Golden Wolf King landed on his right knee, half-kneeling on the ground, his hands tightly covering his right ribs, and blood kept oozing from between his fingers. Between his rapid breaths, mouthfuls of blood were spit out.

General Zhongli stood beside him with a sword in one hand, the tip of the sword lightly resting on the shoulder of the Golden Wolf King. There was no hatred or pity in his eyes, only calm and a faint sadness.

The two horses circled helplessly around their master, not knowing how to help.

There was a dead silence on the battlefield.

The steppe people were stunned, they couldn't accept that the invincible Golden Wolf King could actually fail.

The people of San'in were also stunned, and they shouted with joy before they could open their mouths, only to find that the general was already deep in the enemy's ranks.

It was as if time had stopped at this moment.

When the grieving Golden Wolf Army has not yet shouted out the voice of revenge, when the anxious Sanyin people are preparing to charge to rescue the boss. A voice came from General Zhongli's mouth.

The voice was loud and deep, overpowering all the noise of the battlefield and spreading throughout the four fields.

"Golden Wolf King, when you were a child, you were hateful, and you practiced swordsmanship hard. I see your tenacity."

"Golden Wolf King, when you bravely went into the wolf's den alone to save the herdsmen. I see your mercy."

"Golden Wolf King, you single-handedly slew a hundred warriors to save the tribe from oppression. I have seen your bravery. ”

"King of the Golden Wolf, when you were besieged by ten times as many enemy forces for three months without surrendering. I see your perseverance. ”

"King Golden Wolf, you love your people, and the population of the steppe has skyrocketed during your reign. This showed me your kindness. ”

"Golden Wolf King, you are fighting in all directions, and countless tribes have surrendered for you. It shows me how ambitious you are. ”

"Golden Wolf King, you are a hero, a well-deserved hero, a hero of the grassland. Although you and I are hostile, I still have great respect for you."

"Golden Wolf King, I will bury you here after your death, and your grave will have a monument recording your life's achievements for future generations to admire. You can go in peace..."

Zhongli looked into the distance, looked around at the countless steppe cavalry, and said.

"O people of the steppe. You have failed, and you should face up to your failures. You will not be able to break through my strong formation, let alone conjure up the rations you desperately need. ”

"No one will mock your failures. Today you have proved your dignity with blood and bravery. ”

"Those who charge forward to death are brave, but those who face reality and admit defeat are not cowardly. ”

"There's been too much blood shed on this land. Are we really going to keep fighting, to continue to create orphans and widows, to create one miserable ruin after another?"

"Put down your sword. You are not facing the humiliating surrender of a victor, you have given up the fight for the sake of a lasting peace. ”

"Here, I swear to the heavens and to the god of the red scale horse. When you lay down your arms, no one will be unlawfully killed, and no one will become a lowly slave. ”

"You can choose to go home, and I will give you rations to go home. You can also choose to stay and become my brave soldiers to continue your glory. ”

"If you choose to stay, you will have the opportunity to wear the same steel armor and forged blades as my sons, and you will receive the same military pay, and when you do your service, you will also be rewarded with wealth and land. ”

When Zhongli finished speaking, he turned his gaze to the Golden Wolf King in front of him and whispered.

"This is the promise I give you, a promise to a hero"

The Golden Wolf King looked up at Zhongli, the severe wound to his lungs had made him unable to speak. He gasped and laughed at Zhongli.

When the Golden Wolf King struggled to his feet, Zhongli didn't stop him. When the Golden Wolf King turned to look at his soldiers, he still had a smile on his face.

The Golden Wolf King put his right hand on his heart and bowed lightly to the soldiers who were still loyal to him, as if to thank them for their loyalty to him over the years.

When thousands of steppe people turned over and dismounted, fell to their knees and wept silently. The Golden Wolf King slammed his head back, stepped forward, and slammed into the sword, the tip of which pierced his heart.

When the Golden Wolf King's eyes slowly closed, he still had a smile on his face, and that smile was so satisfied.

The steppe people eventually surrendered, their courage melted by the Golden Wolf King's dying smile. More than 80,000 steppe warriors disarmed themselves, and General Zhongli kept his promises.

In the end, more than 30,000 steppe cavalry joined General Zhongli. Their only condition is to retain their military name, the 'Golden Wolf Army'.

The impact of this battle on the San'in Kingdom was far-reaching. In the following hundred years, no steppe tribe dared to invade the south, and even scattered robberies were rare.

The steppe people lost one of the best opportunities for statehood, and everything returned to the primitive tribal system.

But these are all later words, and now Zhongli has a surprise waiting for him.

The Golden Wolf King fell, Zhongli turned on his horse and ran towards the camp, and before he reached the camp gate, his eyes suddenly widened, and even his mouth opened.

Isn't that a flowing fire at the gate of the camp? Is it really a flowing fire brother who rides a horse to me silly?

Zhongli smiled, the horse's speed became faster and faster, and when he was about to get close to Liuhuo, he suddenly punched Liuhuo in the chest.

"Why are you here? The inner disciple is not happy, and he has come to play with us mortals?"

Liuhuo rubbed his aching chest and said with a wry smile.

"Helped you burn a supply battalion, not to mention inviting me to drink, and giving me a punch..."

"Look behind me, I can only save you so much, the others are already dead..."

Zhongli looked at the more than 200 wounded cavalrymen behind Liuhuo, and suddenly his eyes turned red, and the stone-like man wanted to cry excitedly.

"It's good to come back, hurry back to the camp to heal... Let's go, brother, go to my big tent..."

As if unwilling to let the soldiers see him crying, Zhongli grabbed the Flowing Fire Horse and ran towards the tent.

After the war, he was busy with affairs, and Liuhuo did not want to disturb his brother, so he urged him to hurry up and work, so he found a tent to live in next to Zhongli's big tent.

After the battle, the soldiers were extremely tired, and it was not until dawn that the camp gradually became lively. Countless clan leaders lined up to show their respect to General Zhongli, and the endless flattery made the soldiers outside the tent blush, but General Zhongli did not get bored at all, but reassured these leaders over and over again.

The steppe people who wanted to sign up for the army lined up in the camp. Those grassland people who passed the assessment happily took the assigned armor and swords, and gently stroked them as their lovers.

The tribal elders who received the rations led their people away. San'in soldiers were struggling to clean up the battlefield, pit after pit filled with corpses before they were buried.

Liuhuo stood on the battlefield and looked at the Shura Hell in front of him. The mountains of corpses had not yet decomposed, and a strong bloody aura rushed into the human hair.

The grass beneath his feet was soaked with blood, and stepping on it was like stepping on a swamp, but all that oozed from it was blood.

There were already a lot of scavenging vultures circling in the sky, and these flying beasts screamed violently, as if they were angry at the soldiers on the ground who were cleaning the battlefield.

This time the fire was considered to have experienced the war himself, and he suddenly felt that the battles he had encountered before were like children playing at home, whether it was a fierce battle on the official road or a wild man ridge attack, it was just a few hundred people slashing back and forth. Although the spell is a little more powerful, there is always a kind of petty family spirit.

Maybe it's because there's not enough blood.

The soldiers who cleaned up the battlefield began to sort the corpses. The soldiers of the San'in Kingdom had to be buried on the spot, while the steppe people believed in cremation, so they had to pile up a large amount of firewood and start burning the corpses.

Flowing Fire looked at the piles of bonfires that rushed to the sky, and looked at the corpses inside the firelight, and suddenly had a strange thought.

"It is said that the Awakened have boundless mana, but the strongest fire cultivator in the Creation Gate, I'm afraid it can't turn the corpse of this place into ashes..."

"Yesterday, my fire dragon weakened by one point for every enemy burned, and when hundreds of people were burned to death, I could hardly control the fire dragon..."

"If the enemy is willing to fill it with human lives, how much mana will I need to win?"

"In this way, the Awakened are not omnipotent..."

Just as Liuhuo was thinking wildly, Zhongli quietly walked up to his side.

"What are you thinking about?

Liuhuo turned around and saw the eldest brother coming, found a clean dirt bag, pulled him down, and the two quietly watched the soldiers clean the battlefield.

Liuhuo said the question in his heart, and this question made Zhongli very heavy.

"Brother, although I am not an Awakened One, I know a little bit about the Awakened One. My master once told me..."

"We are swordsmen, but our perception is almost poor, and we can't directly perceive the vitality of heaven and earth. You can only rely on desperate physical training, so that the body and vitality can echo..."

"That's how the sword on the sword master's weapon came about, using his own strength to stimulate the vitality of heaven and earth, and when the vitality is gathered on the weapon, the sword will naturally appear. No matter what weapon you use, the principle is the same..."

"You are much stronger than us, because your spiritual power is very special, and you can directly mobilize vitality, which is beyond our reach, but no matter how powerful you are, some basic things will not change..."

"Like, power. Or let's call it energy. Heaven and earth vitality is a kind of energy, it takes energy to burn one corpse, and it also takes energy to burn thousands of corpses..."

"You use mana to kill people, it takes energy to kill one person, and it takes energy to kill thousands of people..."

"But don't forget, your enemies have their own energy. Maybe his energy is weak, but no matter how weak the power hits you, you need the same strength to counteract..."

"One person is easy to deal with, what about a hundred people? a thousand people, what about ten thousand people?"

"That's why I've always hated you awakened people, who think you're gods, but you're just a little stronger..."