The four fields are vast and far away.

The Don army began to clean up the corpses, lift the wounded, and it was all over.

Tie Shan stood there with a spear in his hand, looked up, looked at the dark sky, and felt a little sad in his heart.

"This is dead, who would die so badly?" He sighed and said.

On the ground, four or five corpses were stacked, one hand stretched out with difficulty, touched his leg, and said weakly: "Where is so much nonsense...... In your words, if I die, Li Xiyun will be very sad, and if I don't hurry up and pull out this horse commander, I will be crushed to death......"

His voice was very sudden, Tie Shanwu's spear trembled slightly, and then a smile appeared on his face, and said: "Don't worry, I want to see if Her Royal Highness the princess will use palace punishment against me if the captain of the horse is pressed like this." ”

"The way you look now, you must already look like a eunuch......" Guan Kuo wanted to be angry but had no strength.

Tie Shan laughed and removed the corpses piled up on Guan Kuo's body, a little rough, but in the eyes of others, he dragged Guan Kuo out very chicly.

Guan Kuo grinned in pain, his body had two terrible knife wounds, flesh and clothes, and mud and dust tangled together, mottled, and he whispered in pain: "Do you want to murder Ben Pony?" Li Xiyun will send someone from the Changliu Palace to cut off the one below you! ”

Tie Shan glanced at him, saw that his flesh was turned out, and the wound was very terrible, he pursed his lips, and did not answer, but carried him up and on his shoulder, dragged the spear upside down in one hand, and strode away, without looking at the corpses he had killed.

"My weapon is still on the ground...... Guan Kuo shouted weakly.

Iron Mountain was silent, and in the firelight and night, his figure seemed to be more and more upright, farther and farther away.

The people behind were a little shocked, Tie Shanwu's actions proved that he didn't care about any military exploits at all, at this moment, he cared about Guan Kuo, and nothing else made him not interested.

Those regular Tang soldiers looked at his departing back, and lost their minds in a trance, they had been in the army for many years, and it was the first time they had seen such a personality and such a fierce character, not to mention that this character was still assigned.

This made them even begin to have a somewhat different impression of the group of Iron Mountain Wu.

"Lao Tie!" Seeing him carrying Guan Kuo away like this, Useless shouted a little helplessly, and then didn't know what to say.

Tie Shan didn't look back, waited for a moment, didn't hear any words, smiled, turned around and left.

The autumn breeze was cool, blowing the torches that the abrupt people smashed on the ground, and they were extinguished in an instant.

Iron Mountain's figure disappeared.

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Guan Kuo's body was simply bandaged, but his face was still pale.

He felt very embarrassed, and he actually asked Tie Shan Wuzhi to carry it back, but if he could move, he would not let the other party do this.

Tetsuyama kept smiling at him.

"Laughing at what?" Guan Kuo said, "I also killed a person, although that person was seriously injured. ”

Tie Shan Wu still laughed.

Facts have proved that Guan Kuo does have the capital to be confident, because one-third of the people in the camp have not returned until now, and will never return.

Isn't it something to be proud of if he didn't die and killed someone?

"How does it feel to kill someone for the first time?" Iron Mountain kept wiping his iron gun with a rag, more carefully than he had that night.

Guan Kuo's face changed for a moment, then he frowned, as if he had thought for a while, and then said, "Seriously, I really don't feel anything." ”

The movement of Tie Shan Wu's hand stopped, and he stared at Guan Kuo's eyes tightly, as if he wanted to see if it was true.

After a while, he looked away and said, "What do you mean?" ”

"In that chaotic and tense scene, you will face the crisis of death anytime and anywhere, and as for the feeling of killing, in those atmospheres, it will really be very diluted." Pipe Broad Road.

"If you ask me to kill people now, maybe I won't be able to do it, but if you put me in that scene again, maybe I can kill seven or eight people."

"Save some effort to brag," Tie Shan Wu narrowed his eyes and looked at the blunt edge of the gun, and said lightly, "What if someone suddenly comes again tomorrow, take care of your injuries, and take care of them so that you can cut them down." ”

Useless finished bandaging his wounds, looked at Guan Kuo with sneer, smiled sarcastically, and fell asleep.

After such a tragic battle, at least for these people, most of the people who survived were either uninjured, lightly injured, or seriously injured, and had already slept, leaving only Tie Shanwu, who had no tired look, and Guan Kuo, who looked up to the sky with his eyes open.

No one will know, not even Iron Mountain.

Guan Kuo is remembering the bamboo slip.

That's what you have to do every day, no matter how hard and tiring it is, because the hunchbacked old Kim and his father gave him hope, and since he chose to believe that hope was real, he had to work hard.

"Seventy-four words." He thought to himself.

The autumn outside the gate is very full, almost washing away the weeds everywhere, Guan Kuo and Tie Shanwu don't know how long they have been in the barracks, but it should be a long, long time.

It turns out that no matter what, they are also from the Northern Tang Dynasty, and the Northern Tang people can't bear to treat them too badly, so they really keep going to death, and I don't know which day, the military camp sent armor, shields, and more refined weapons, although compared to the regular Northern Tang Garrison Legion with strong combat effectiveness, there is still a bit of a gap, but at least, they are finally like an army.

At this moment, Guan Kuo has already experienced three battles, and what impresses others is that two of them he was carried back by Tie Shan Wu, but he didn't die.

He liked that he wasn't dead, but he didn't like the feeling of not being dead.

Every time he returned injured, the pain of being cut by a saber can only be experienced when he has really experienced it.

At these times, he finally finished memorizing the strange font on the bamboo slips with difficulty, and came to the outside of the camp tent with fresh wounds, breathing the air outside the autumn gate.

He said he didn't know how long it had taken him to remember the bamboo slips, and he didn't know what the meaning would be, but he felt relaxed now, as if he had fulfilled his redemption and promise to his father.

The air outside was getting colder and colder, autumn was thick, and his wound felt that cold feeling, especially tingling.

He was now wearing armor, and although he was still thin, he always looked a little heroic.

In the distance, the sound of the piano, which had been silent all day, sounded again, echoing outside this vast pass, like the sound of heaven.