On this day, the sky on the grassland was unusually oppressive, and when I looked up at the sky, there was a gray patch everywhere I looked. There was a river of blood inside and outside the beggar department, and corpses could be seen everywhere.

The soldiers of the Chu army, dressed in sharp clothes and straddled war horses, paraded inside and outside, looked coldly at the countless grief-faced beggar tribesmen pushing the cart, carrying the corpses onto the cart, and then advancing into a ravine three miles long, two zhang wide, and three zhang deep outside the camp. The ravine was also full of corpses at this moment, and the lives that were originally fresh were thrown into the ravine by them like garbage at this moment.

Sima Ting and Sima Yi, two brothers, were stationed on a gentle slope and watched the beggar tribesmen next to the ravine holding shovels and lifting handfuls of loess and falling into the ravine. Sima Ting's eyes were cold, but his heart was surging under his strong expression. In this mile-long pit of the dead, not only lay the elite of the begging department who were annihilated yesterday and the soldiers of the Chu army who died in battle, but also the 10,000 beggar prisoners who originally put down their swords and surrendered, but more of them were ordinary beggar herdsmen!

Last night, when the Chu army faced the incoming beggar warriors, the 10,000 beggar warriors who had already surrendered suddenly broke out into turmoil. Fortunately, Ying Feng, who received Sima Ting's order, had already been waiting for him, leading 5,000 Chu army soldiers and hundreds of Holy Gate masters to ruthlessly suppress the warriors of the beggar department. Where are the unarmed begging warriors who are the opponents of the heavily armed Chu army soldiers, and it will not take long for thousands of people to be killed, but they still can't break through the encirclement of the Chu army.

However, at this moment, the ordinary beggar tribesmen who had been hiding in the camp tent suddenly rushed out frantically holding the iron tools they could find, and rushed towards the five thousand Chu soldiers with a roar. Ying Feng was also dumbfounded in the face of the ordinary clansmen who were surrounding him from all directions. After a brief hesitation, Shadow Blade gritted his teeth fiercely and ordered a killing spree.

This riot did not end until Sima Ting annihilated the beggar tara and returned to the begging department, and fought from night to dawn.

Thinking of this, Sima Ting couldn't help but secretly rejoice that after they took control of the begging tribe the day before yesterday, they would have collected all the swords and arrows in the whole camp, otherwise they would fall into the hands of these beggar tribesmen who were good at fighting, and the five thousand Chu troops who stayed behind at that time were only afraid that they would be crippled by hundreds of thousands of crazy beggar tribesmen. But even so, after a night, the Chu army was killed and wounded by ordinary people, and more than a thousand people were injured, which was almost the same as the price paid for the annihilation of Qifu Tara.

Sima Ting's heart is dripping blood, these people are all elites of a hundred battles! It is his most descendant unit, and after entering the grassland to fight, more than 3,000 soldiers have died one after another! In addition, more than 1,000 soldiers were seriously injured, and I am afraid that most of them will never return to the battlefield.

Not far away, Yang Ergou moved his huge body and trotted in front of Sima Ting and the others. Yang Ergou, who has always been very arrogant, also had a little gloomy on his face at the moment, and he arched his hand towards Sima Ting and Sima Yiyi, and said in a deep voice: "Lord Chu, Prince Yi." The bodies of the brothers who died in the war have been buried, and the wounded brothers have been arranged to be in a carriage ready to follow us home. ”

Sima Ting's face twitched, his eyes looked at the banner of the Chu army fluttering at the entrance of the beggar camp in the distance, and he didn't answer for a long time. Sima Yi glanced at Sima Ting, sighed in his heart, waved his hand at Yang Ergou, and said, "Got it." Then he patted Sima Ting's shoulder across the horse and sighed: "Old Seven, don't be sad." How can there be no immortal in war! Every year, the Xianbei ethnic groups in the west invade the frontier, which time is not to take the lives of tens of thousands of people of the Great Jin Dynasty. This time, we suffered no more than 5,000 casualties, that is, we annihilated the beggar tribe of the largest tribe in the western Xianbei, and even controlled the entire western Xianbei grassland through Bohanji, which can be said to have solved the problem of the western Xianbei once and for all, and at least it can be exchanged for decades of peace for the frontier, which can be regarded as a complete victory. ”

Sima Ting turned his head and smiled at Sima Yi, and sighed, "Third brother, I'm fine." I just remembered that most of the people who died were Jingzhou people who followed General Zhou to the north to enter the Guanzhong, and no one could have imagined that they would not be able to go back to Jingzhou for seven or eight years. This time he buried himself in the grassland, but he couldn't return to his hometown after all. ”

Sima Yi also trembled in his heart, the 30,000 Chu troops who went out that year, except for a few people who had nothing to worry about, which one was not dragging the family, these seven or eight years have passed, and the old father and mother in the family don't know if they are still there, and those who have wives and children at home don't know what happened to their wives, and the children should grow up, right? …… However, after all, they still have a concern in their hearts, and they and Lao Qi no longer have any worries in Jingzhou, but the eldest brother ......

Sima Yi smiled miserably, slowly let out a breath, with a faint smile on his face, and said softly: "Yes! We haven't been back for a long time, and we don't know what Xiangyang City has become now compared to eight years ago......"

Sima Ting grabbed Sima Yi's arm, shook it heavily, looked at Sima Yi's eyes firmly, and said word by word: "Third brother, one day, we will go back!" We will go back! Saying that, Sima Ting yelled at the 30,000 Chu troops under the gentle slope: "Brothers! Someday! We will definitely go back to Jingzhou! Go back to Xiangyang! ”

Sima Ting's voice spread far away with the blessing of his incomparably strong internal force, and all the soldiers of the Chu army were desperately raising their bodies on the horse, raising their heads, and staring blankly at Sima Ting who was roaring loudly on the gentle slope, only to hear Sima Ting suddenly singing Chu Song with his throat:

"The autumn wind rises and the white clouds fly, the grass and trees are yellow and the geese return to the south.

Lan has Xiuxi, chrysanthemum has Fang, and Huai Jiaren can't forget.

The pan-building boat is in the Fen River, and the middle of the river is Yangsubo.

The flute drums are singing and singing, and there is a lot of joy and sorrow.

When is it young and strong, but old and old! (Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, "Autumn Wind Speech)"

All the soldiers of the Chu army sang loudly with Sima Ting, and the tragic and surging voice made almost all the soldiers of the Chu army have tears on their faces for a while, and they don't know which memory they have cherished for a long time in their hearts.

Bo Hanji followed by Du Jue, followed by the four elders of the Holy Gate and a large number of Holy Gate masters, standing at the foot of the gentle slope, with tragic singing echoing in his ears, all of them were embarrassed. Bo Hanji shook his head and sighed: "Sad, strong! ”

Du Jue turned his head and glanced at Bo Hanji, and said expressionlessly: "King Xianbei, you won't understand their hearts. ”

Bo Hanji was speechless for a while, so he had to laugh a few times.

The governor was desperate for Sima Ting's heroic and heroic figure on the gentle slope, his eyes were full of relief, and when the passionate singing gradually stopped, he slowly walked up the gentle slope with a group of Holy Gate masters. Bo Hanji was stunned, and also went up the gentle slope with the governor.

Sima Ting turned his head to look at Du Jue and Bo Hanji, jumped off the horse with a light smile, nodded with Du Jue, and said to Bo Hanji: "King Xianbei." After Lone passed through the Bohan Department this time, the whole army was about to return to Guanzhong to rest. In the future, this western Xianbei grassland will depend on you. ”

Bo Hanji hurriedly leaned over and arched his hand: "Xiao Wang, you must not disappoint the prince of Chu." It's just that the current situation is undecided, and the prince of Chu will withdraw his troops, just afraid of ......"

Sima Ting smiled, stretched out his hand to stop Bo Hanji from continuing, and with a wave of his hand, Liu Ruyue and Nan Yijian stepped forward at the same time and leaned over. Sima Ting pointed at the two of them and said, "This is Elder Liu Ruyue, Elder Nan Yijian. I'm afraid that when you first take charge of the Xianbei grassland, someone will be unfavorable to you. So let the Overlord send these two men to protect you. These two are both Elders of the Holy Gate, and their martial arts are at the pinnacle, even if there are thousands of troops trying to kill you, they can keep you safe! ”

Bo Hanji forcibly suppressed the confusion in his heart, smiled and thanked Sima Ting and Du Jue repeatedly, and then saluted Liu Ruyue and Nan Yijian. He has seen these two people with his own eyes, and with these two people, he is not afraid that someone will suddenly break into his big tent one night and cut off his head with a knife. However, he has no soldiers under his command, how can he suppress the leaders of the various departments with just two masters? You must know that poison is not a long-term solution, what if one of the patriarchs suddenly hangs up?! It must always be backed by strong force.

Sima Ting smiled and said: "Also, Gu has already ordered the Great Jin General Pu Huaigui to lead 20,000 men and horses from the headquarters to go out of the customs and enter the grassland, and General Pu Huaigui is a fierce general of the Great Jin Dynasty. The men and horses under his command are all brave and good warriors of the two tribes! Presumably King Xianbei has also heard of it, right? ”

When Bo Hanji heard this, his heart finally relaxed, and his face showed a look of sincere joy. Pu Huaigui's name, he is like thunder. Seven years ago, Qi Wannian rebelled, and it was this Pu Huaigui and Yang Feilong who pushed 70,000 years to a dead end. Over the years, Pu Huaigui has guarded the frontier for the Great Jin Dynasty, and has fought with them countless times, so he naturally knows the combat power of the Qiang army under Pu Huaigui's command! With him helping himself on the grassland, he will definitely be able to clean up that group of arrogant and untamed people!

Bo Hanji seemed to have seen the scene of Western Xianbei crawling at his feet. Of course, he also wants to crawl at Sima Ting's feet. However, if he hadn't happened to meet Sima Ting, he was afraid that he would never come out, and maybe one day he would either be annexed by other tribes or wiped out by the Great Jin army. To be able to come this far, Bo Hanji already feels very satisfied.

A burst of pride suddenly rose in Bo Hanji's chest, and he said loudly: "Don't worry, Lord Chu!" As long as I am here for a day, there will not be a single soldier in the western Xianbei who set foot on the territory of the Great Jin! The most loyal vassal of the prince of Chu, the Xianbei soldier in the west! ”

Sima Ting laughed, patted Bo Hanji's shoulder and said yes. Bo Hanji smiled humbly, paused and asked, "Lord Chu, more than 50,000 people were killed in the turmoil last night, but there are still more than 100,000 people. However, the prince of Chu also saw yesterday that even if the beggar department is not a warrior, its combat effectiveness is extremely strong, and if 100,000 people make a rebellion, the consequences will be unimaginable. As...... Take this opportunity to ...... them," said Bo Hanji, making a knife gesture on his neck.

The smile on Sima Ting's face, his eyes gradually became cold, and he stared at Bo Hanji deadly, until the cold sweat on Bo Hanji's forehead flowed, and then he said in a deep voice: "Bo Hanji." Leave a glimmer of everything, we have almost killed all the young and middle-aged men in the begging department, and the rest are only some old, weak, sick and disabled, what threat can it pose? Why kill them all? Let's move them all into the Bohan Ministry! ”