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On the battlefield at the foot of Gaolan Mountain, the living Han soldiers began to clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded soldiers, including the Huns, which was ordered by Huo Quai.

Abandon the service and stop at it.

Right now, isn't it a good opportunity to preach the benevolence of their Han like the Huns?

More importantly, this six-character policy was told to him by that person, and he will definitely follow his teachings.

In this battle, although the Han army successfully repelled the Huns and dealt them a heavy blow, the losses of the Han army were also not small, which can be said to be very large, and it can be said that almost the entire army was wiped out.

Almost all of the surviving Han soldiers were wounded, with a broken arm and a leg missing, but they were much better than those who lay on the ground and never woke up.

Shuttling between bandaging the wounds of his companions and collecting the corpses of the dead soldiers of the two armies, the servant had a thick white cloth wrapped around his chest and arms, and after the soldiers simply bandaged his wounds, he plunged into the battlefield to find someone.

Soon, on the battlefield of the left flank, among more than a dozen corpses of Han soldiers and Huns, Fuduo found Gao Buzhi lying in the pile of corpses.

Looking at Gao Buzhi's closed eyes and lifeless appearance, Fu Duo subconsciously wanted to cry, but when his tears fell, Fu Duo suddenly saw that the fingers of Gao Buzhi's right hand moved.

In the next second, Fu Duo desperately dragged Gao Buzhi out of the corpse pile, and shouted hoarsely to the Han soldiers around him.

"Come on, come on, General Gao is still alive!"

The soldiers of the nearby Han army hurriedly took white cloths and medicines to rescue Gao Buzhi, who was seriously injured by King Luhu and almost died.

King Luhu's knife cut from Gao Buzhi's chest to the position of the navel, if the knife edge was a little deeper, Gao Buzhi would be disemboweled, but fortunately, under the rescue of the soldiers with all their might, Gao Buzhi survived after all.

Looking at the tall and blood-stained servant who was carried away, he sat on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief, but it didn't take long for him to plunge into the battlefield again, looking for another person who had contributed to the battle.

But this time, Fuduo didn't find him as quickly as Gao Buzhi, and half an hour later, Fuduo searched almost the entire battlefield, and still didn't find any trace of that person.

Don't....... Really dead? But why are there not even corpses?

The disheartened servant sat down on the blood-stained ground, and helplessly roared to the sky, calling the man's name.

"Zhang Taishu!"

A miracle happened.

Not far from the servant's side, a thick arm suddenly stretched out from under the dense corpse, followed by the man's rough shout.

"What are you shouting, Lao Tzu is not dead."

Hearing this familiar roar, the servant was stunned, and in the next second, he ran towards the place where the arm was outstretched, and soon he arrived.

The thick blood had already dried on Zhang Taishu's face, but what remained unchanged was his sharp eyes and rough voice.

Fuduo came to Zhang Taishu, looking at Zhang Taishu, who was pale but alive and well, Fuduo knelt on the ground with a puff, and tears welled up from the eyes of this Hun man.

In the next moment, Fu Duo stretched out his hand and hammered it fiercely, and when he saw Zhang Taishu's chest, which he could laugh at the first time, he scolded with a smile in his tears.

"You're not dead, I still think you're ......." Fuduo's words paused, just because he noticed Zhang Taishu's missing right leg.

Looking at the servant's gaze, Zhang Taishu, who was lying in the corpse, sighed, "Don't look at it, it's gone." ”

"King Luhu, that bastard is really powerful, he was able to chop off Lao Tzu's leg, but it doesn't matter, Lao Tzu also cut off one of his arms, which is considered a draw."

At this time, the servant didn't know what to say, so he could only beckon the soldiers around him to treat Zhang Taishu's injuries, and at the same time comforted him with a little choked up, "It's okay, if the leg is gone, it's gone, as long as the person is still alive." ”

Zhang Taishu nodded with a deep face, "Yes, it's enough to be thankful that you didn't die." ”

Looking at the soldiers who rushed in front of him to bandage Zhang Taishu's wounds, he understood that if there was no accident, Zhang Taishu's military career would only come to an end.

How can a person who has lost a leg ride a horse? How can a person who has lost a leg still charge into battle......

During this time, Zhang Taishu lay on the ground very quietly and didn't say anything, but after a while, when the soldier bandaged the wound on his leg, Zhang Taishu said softly.

"I heard....... King Luhu and King Zhelan were both killed by General Huo. ”

Fuduo sat beside him and nodded with a smile, "Yes, they were all killed by the general, Lao Zhang, we should really be glad, if there is no general in this battle, I am afraid we will all stay here forever." ”

Zhang Taishu's eyes darkened when he heard this, his eyes turned bitterly in his sockets a few times, and finally he exhaled a little complicated.

"Yes, thanks to the general, otherwise we ...... Alas......."

"That's right," Zhang Taishu, who was lying on the ground, suddenly raised his head again and asked, "Zhao Ponu Gao doesn't know that you are alive, how is Li Tian there?" ”

He lowered his head and softly spat out three words.

"Dead in battle."

Zhang Taishu's heart was shocked, and the expression on his face was very complicated, as if he was a little shocked, but also seemed to be a little expected.

After half a sound, he stared at the servant who was bowing his head and asked carefully.

"All?"

"Hmm."

"Know...... Got it. ”

.........

On the west side of Gaolan Mountain, Li Tian led people to guard the mountain peak for seven hours.

Right now, with the clean-up of the Han army, Chengshan's corpse has been collected, but the dark red mountain is still so dazzling, which is the color dyed by blood.

On the mountain peak, the bodies of Li Tian and the other soldiers have been collected, and they will only be cremated and taken away together for a while.

As the saying goes, it is safe to go to the ground, but Huo Qubing will not bury these people here alone, he wants to take them with him....... A piece of home.

Although Li Tian's body was taken away, the spear that had been supporting his body before was still stuck in place.

Looking at the spear standing straight in front of him, Huo Quzhi seemed to see the man who stood on the barrel of the gun not long ago and refused to fall.

This night, Huo Quzhi has been kneeling in front of this gun, and most of the wounds on his body have been treated simply, but his face is still so pale, without him, the knife that King Luhu slashed on his left shoulder is too heavy, just a little bit, and the champion Hou will become a one-armed man.

But he survived.

At this moment, he knelt in front of the gun with an expressionless face, staring at the shining spear illuminated by the sun in front of him, he couldn't help whispering in his mouth, whispering to the gun in front of him, or the man who had left whispering.

"You haven't changed, you're still that madman."

"The madman in Dingxiang City who would rather die than retreat, the madman outside Shangjun City who dared to burn the grain and grass of the 30,000 Hun army with a thousand people, hehe, it was so difficult in the past, you have survived, this time....... It's no different from before, right...... Why didn't you make it through......"

"You said that if you leave, who else can I count on in the future, who can still help me with advice, who can remind me of the policy of using troops, who can still ...... Give me a hand at a critical moment. ”

At this moment, Huo Quzhi recalled the conversation between himself and Li Tian when he was in Xicheng.

"I'll be worthy of it, Champion Hou, Brother Li."

Thinking of Li Tian's words that day, and thinking of the back of him leaving his big tent that day, Huo Quzhi's heart ached like a knife.

Tears dripped down Huo Quzhi's handsome face, but soon, Huo Quzhi adjusted his emotions and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, not only because Zhao Ponu came behind him, but also because he had already made a decision.

Raising his head and staring at the rising sun in the sky, Huo Qu exhaled heavily, Brother Li, you can rest in peace, watch from the sky, and watch how my Huo Quzhi leveled the Huns and returned the world to a peaceful and prosperous world.

Huo Quzhi wiped away his tears, looked up at the rising sun, and the warm sunlight shone on the whole body of the champion Hou, but those eyes were unprecedentedly bright.

Someone has to die, and if we don't go, who should we let go?

Let's use our blood and lives to exchange for peace in the world for the people of the Han Dynasty.

.......

After counting the gains and losses in this battle, Zhao Ponu dragged his freshly bandaged wound to the mountain peak, and explained to Huo Qu the losses of the Han army and the losses of the Huns in this battle.

I saw that Zhao Ponu's chest and right arm were wrapped in thick gauze, and his face was also covered with blood.

Huo Quzhi, who was kneeling on the ground in front of him, lightly arched his hand, and Zhao Ponu said in a deep voice.

"General, the losses and gains are counted."

Huo Qu knelt on the ground without raising his head, and only asked one word.

"How many people are left?"

Zhao Ponu's voice couldn't help trembling, he turned his head, as if he didn't dare to look directly at Huo Qubing who was kneeling in front of him, and spit out four words in a choked tone.

"Less than three thousand."

Huo Quzhi was stunned for a moment, and then asked again.

"I'm going to be specific, how much is less than 3,000, and how many seriously injured are there among these less than 3,000 people."

Zhao Ponu was silent, and after a long while, he continued in a choked voice.

"Back to ....... Back to the general's words, our army fought a fierce battle with the main force of the Huns for one day, and 7,327 people were killed, 684 were seriously wounded, and the rest were all slightly wounded, and no one was not like this. ”

Huo Quzhi was very quiet, and after listening to this huge loss, he didn't say anything, and knelt quietly in place, not moving, as if ....... has been turned into a statue.

Of the 10,000 Han troops, 7,300 people died in this battle, that is, only more than 2,600 people survived, and there were more than 680 seriously wounded, and the rest of the more than 1,900 people were also hung one by one, and none of them were intact.

This loss....... Far beyond Huo Quai's imagination.

Zhao Ponu is still reporting.

"Li Tian, led his more than 1,600 people to defend the mountain peak on the west side of Gaolan Mountain, and after three and a half hours of fighting with the main force of 10,000 Huns, the whole army was annihilated, and Li Tian, the general of the Zhenjun Army, was martyred."

"Captain Zhichong is not recognized, he was seriously injured by King Luhu, and his life is still hanging by a thread."

"Zhang Taishu, the captain of Zhenwu, was cut off by King Luhu, but fortunately, his injuries have been stabilized for the time being."

"The military Sima Zhou Xing, who was seriously injured by King Luhu, is still unconscious, and the general's eight hundred personal guards, including the seriously injured, are still ...... Twenty-one remaining. ”

"In addition, the twenty-one members of our army, Jun Sima, died eighteen people in this battle."

In the end, Zhao Ponu had tears in his eyes and almost roared out a sentence.

"I have an army of 10,000, most of the Chinese army has been lost, and the front army has been completely destroyed! The rear army is completely annihilated! ”

Huo Quzhi's right fist clenched suddenly.