On the vast grassland, where knee-high tender grass has been growing, it is no longer as quiet and beautiful as before, with stumps and broken arms, scars all over the field, which converge together, like a stream towards the viscous blood flowing down the hillside, with this ancient land of Yanzhou as a drawing board, splashed with a layer of blood-colored patterns that people dare not look at directly.

Covered with a large green area, layer upon layer, and finally piled up even higher than an adult standing up straight, there were both human and horse, and some people still held the corpse of the enemy tightly until they died, preferring to roll into the abyss with it, and more importantly, they clung to the weapon in their hands, and could not break it, and lay quietly on the ground, as if asleep, and at this moment the golden sun that had risen into the sky, and for this bloody and tragic terrible picture, rendered a layer of holy golden light.

On the battlefield, there seems to be an invisible, from the ancient times of the trumpet sound, echoing between heaven and earth, singing, praise, even the wind in nature, can not help but everywhere for them to sing the solemnity and solemnity of this battle, such a battle, rare in the world, the two armies against each other, more than 200,000 people fought together, and no one flinched, until the corpses covered the entire hillside, how heroic this is!

Once known as the first elite blood army in the south, after this battle, it has been the end of the death of all the members, and Xie Houyin relied on the method of darkness Chen Cang, and finally brought the patriotic cavalry from the western battlefield, after this battle, there are only less than 10,000 remnants left, Xie Houyin looks as usual on the surface, just holding the spear entrusted to him with his life, and under the careful support of a few of his subordinates who are not seriously injured, he sat on the side, even if the lawn under him is full of slimy blood, he doesn't care at all, because as the main general who charges ahead, his body has long been soaked in blood, whether it is his own or the enemy's, so he can't sit in a clean place, for him, there is no difference, not to mention at this time, between this heaven and earth, where is there a clean place for him to sit?

Xie Houyin's heart is actually far less calm than on the surface, because to be honest, he never thought that this could be said to be a long-planned battle, and he had deduced countless battles in private, and in the end it would be so tragic, even far exceeding his estimated battle losses.

Ordinary troops, such as the Jin State, a temporary patchwork of 100,000 troops, once two or three percent of the soldiers are killed, they will break up and run in all directions, which has been proven before, and a well-trained army, even if fifty or sixty percent of the people have been killed, as long as the main general is not dead, it will also hold on, but if it is once the casualties reach seventy percent, the vast majority of the army will definitely retreat to retain their strength, but the bloody army does not, they have not taken a step back from the beginning, to the end, until the last person, have not taken a step back, everyone is facing the west and falling, even if they die, they will never retreat！

Xie Houyin couldn't help coughing heavily, he raised his head, and looked into the distance with complicated eyes, where the respectable and pathetic old man was still struggling, but unfortunately, the overall situation has been decided, and when all his subordinates have been killed in battle, he is an old man who is in his last years, and he can't turn up any storms.

The veteran general of the Bloody Army was covered with wounds, his blood-colored armor had been torn and broken, and he looked up at the sky, silently took off his helmet, lost his white hair bound by the headband, and scattered it wantonly, and then stained his shoulders with blood, making him look extremely embarrassed.

He suddenly felt a wave of dizziness hit his head, he couldn't help but shook his head gently, but it didn't alleviate the almost hypnotic feeling of dizziness, he knew that he was just too tired, at this time, he was like an old wolf in the twilight, and the wolves that belonged to him had died out with time, and the last thing left was only one who was unwilling to succumb to fate, at this moment, he no longer had any kind to rely on, he was dizzy, had no combat effectiveness, looking at the hunters slowly surrounding him, he couldn't do anything except open his mouth and let out a deterrent roar, because the claws that had been able to slice open the stomachs of his enemies had been blunted, and the fangs of his fangs that had easily crushed the throats of his enemies had been gone.

Standing on the pile of corpses full of the corpses of enemies and comrades, he was weak, but he was unwilling to fall, and in the end he could only rely on a large spear that had been planted in the corpse pile before, as a support, and barely stood up, his hand was still tightly holding the big knife that had been curled, and then suddenly a gust of wind blew, and he felt a little cold to him, who claimed to be a young man, and he understood that it was because his blood had been drained in the battle just now, and his life was about to come to an end.

He used the last of his strength, gritting his teeth, because he didn't want his trembling nest to be seen by the enemy, one of his eyes was completely covered by the blood left on his forehead, he couldn't open it, he stared at the only left eye that could still see, looked at the tragic scene around him, and in a trance, he seemed to see a figure that had only appeared in a dream in these years.

"Chang, General Chang。。。。。。 ”

The man's face was completely hidden in a very soft, but impossible to look at directly, and even so, the old man still recognized him, he was wearing his favorite light armor, his body was erect, and he was the kind of person who would sincerely think that he was a battlefield leader when you saw him.

He stood in the distance and held out his hand to the old man.

Just like back then, the scene when the two of them met for the first time, the scene that was almost forgotten by the old man, obviously he couldn't see his face clearly, but the old man knew that he was smiling, because he was always so gentle and elegant to his own people, even in the most difficult times, he was smiling while encouraging others, compared to other grumpy generals, he was an outlier, he rarely got angry with the soldiers, he liked to eat and live with them, and the bounty he got from His Majesty, he always gave it to his subordinates as soon as possible, and asked them to send it back to his hometown, so these people really loved him and supported him。

Tears mixed with blood slipped silently from his eyes, and the old man suddenly couldn't cry.

"Disgrace to you, General. ”

He leaned on the body of the gun, his feet supported the ground, he lowered his head in shame, in a trance, he suddenly felt that the pain and fatigue of this body had disappeared, he raised his head with a surprised face, and looked ahead, and in the darkness opposite, there was a huge blood-colored cavalry with no end in sight.

"Lao Zhang, Erwa, Mazi! I, I, I, am I dreaming?"

The old man's eyes couldn't help but widen, because the people standing in the forefront were all former comrades who had almost disappeared from the memory of his long life.

He looked up again and looked at the young man standing in the middle with a smile on his face, and he was stunned.

The memories that have become blurred because of the polishing of the years quickly emerged, yes, yes, that is General Chang's face!

I remember!

An indescribable joy welled up in his heart, and he forgot everything in an instant, just waved his hand, as he had done in the past, and ran over with a smile, and then bowed down in front of him and fell to his knees with his fists clenched.

"Seventh Battalion Zhao Kuo, meet the general!"

Outside, seven or eight cavalrymen under Xie Houyin dismounted, held their knives, and cautiously walked up to the pile of corpses, slowly approaching the old man with his head hanging down, as if he had fallen asleep.

This old man's bravery and fierceness, they who had just fought with the other party, that is the clearest, how dare they be careless at this time?

They couldn't help but wait for a while, and some people were even thinking about whether to shoot him a few arrows with a longbow first, until Xie Houyin's impatient coughing sound came from behind, and no one reacted, pretending to be brave enough to get within five steps of the old man.

At this distance, even if the other party broke out, he would have enough time to retreat.

He stopped cautiously, waited for two breaths, and found that the old man did not react, he took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, and took another step forward.

Just walked and stopped, for a long time, he finally walked to the old man's side, seeing that the other party had not moved like this, he finally put his mind at ease, but he immediately stretched out his hand tremblingly, and carefully probed under the old man's nose, after three breaths, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person relaxed from the tense atmosphere just now, and at the moment when he was about to raise his knife to cut off the opponent's head and go forward to ask for credit, Xie Houyin's shout suddenly came from behind.

Xie Houyin sat on the grass, holding a spear in one hand and covering his chest with the other, there, there was a knife wound cut by the old man's own hand, deep to the bone, extremely serious, and because it had injured his lungs, it was actually very difficult for him to speak, every time he breathed, blood foam gushed up, making him cough non-stop, but he still held on and shouted over there.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, leave his whole body and set up a monument. ”

He frowned, but in order to prevent the other party from hearing clearly, he still said it without hurry, this is a kind of respect for the enemy, especially this old man, is an opponent worthy of his respect, he has been thinking just now, if the two sides are equal in strength, and they are charging face to face on the plain, he dares to say that this time the loser must be them, and it is a big defeat.

Xie Houyin let go of the hand covering his chest, let the subordinates next to him run over, and briefly treated the other wounds for himself first, and after cleaning it with the hard-won wine, he applied a thick layer of gold sore medicine to the wound on the surface.

With nothing to do, Xie Houyin turned his head to look at the corpses everywhere.

He looked around, looking at the people who were scattered in all directions to clean the battlefield, compared to the huge corpse pile on the ground, which seemed a little scattered, he couldn't help but sigh heavily, he only now understood that there was no winner in this battle.

At this moment, he frowned slightly, pushed away the subordinate next to him who was carefully applying his medicine, quickly got up and walked to the side, bent down, and reached out to turn a man wearing blood-colored armor on the ground.

Because he accidentally involved the wound on the front, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and coughed violently, but his bloodshot eyes still looked at the corpse below.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, so old?"

What caught my eye was a face that was over half a hundred years old, with a hint of pain on his face, but with a kind of calmness that put life and death out of the way.

This didn't seem strange, but Xie Houyin always had an instinctive feeling that something was wrong, he thought for a moment, and couldn't help but order to his subordinates standing next to him: "Find a few more of their corpses and drag them over." ”

These people were the lucky ones who survived to the end in the battle just now, and they were not too seriously injured, and they even had the spare strength to clean up the battlefield, and in the blink of an eye, five or six more corpses were immediately moved by them to Xie Houyin.

Xie Houyin immediately asked his subordinates to take off the masks they were wearing one by one, and it was a little strange that there was no young man's face in front of him.

"It's because we want to support the Ninth Army, so the number of young and strong people can't keep up?"

Xie Houyin looked at the corpse on the ground, revealing a thoughtful expression.

With the strong national strength of the land of the six states of Daliang, to support a full nine armies, in terms of resources, it can barely be supported, but the south is not a peaceful place, these hundreds of years, the change of dynasties, years after year, the people are miserable, even if Daliang has been recuperating for a long time, but the basic population is there, even if the silver and food are enough, but there may not be so many young people to join the army.

But isn't the Bloody Army the absolute elite of the Nine Armies, from the point of view of armament, it is true, they have their own horse farm, a full set of standard armor, and a special hand * crossbow, the entire Da Liang is the most well-equipped for them, and even surpasses the mysterious guard, who has been guarding the capital of Da Liang and has never shown their fangs to the outside world, is it that even they don't have so many young people?

That's not quite right.

Xie Houyin thought about it for a while, and ordered again: "Find thirty more corpses and find them separately!"

Expand the scope and then choose it immediately, so as to get the result he wants to know, because if he has been searching in a small area and cannot find the young man, maybe it is just because the people in this camp are all old people.

The scope expanded, and it was a little troublesome to carry the corpses again, but with the efforts of his subordinates, thirty more corpses with their armor lifted were soon moved from all directions.

"There was only one young man!"

Xie Houyin walked back and forth to check, his expression was slightly surprised, this is surprised that the other party is just relying on a group of middle-aged and elderly people who have weakened, he can beat the army led by him Xie Houyin like this, the second is that the number of young and strong people in the whole army of the other party is really small and a little abnormal, although because of the population of the country, sometimes there will be a situation where there are many veterans in an army because the number of young and strong people cannot keep up, or they don't want to join the army, after all, if there are no injuries, in fact, they will not lack too many young people in terms of combat effectiveness, but the endurance is slightly insufficient, but in many casesThey are far more experienced than the youngsters, and they are easier to command, but as a bloody army, they should not be like this.

However, even a smart and sensitive person like him couldn't figure out the reason behind this at all, and he didn't think there was any big problem in it, because he only knew that the other party must be a real bloody army, otherwise it would be impossible to beat them into such a tragic situation when his own forces were superior.

Since the Drained Blood Army has indeed become history, there is no need to think about anything else, he Xie Houyin, has absolute confidence in his own plan, the dark Chen Cang, the Thousand Miles Surprise Attack, this is completely the advantage of cavalry mobility to the extreme, this battle is destined to be remembered and learned by later generations of generals, the only fly in the ointment is that the battle damage is too large, this is no way, who calls people the Drain Blood Army?

But now that the blood army is destroyed, the entire Yanzhou defense line is equivalent to directly collapsing half, and the remaining Xiong Zhen army, under the encirclement and suppression of their two armies, will be attacked by the enemy at the head and tail, and it will be difficult to support it alone, once the news is obtained, in order to preserve the strength, he must immediately start preparing to retreat to the Liangzhou boundary to lay a defense, that is to say, if he wants to further expand the results of the battle, he must immediately send people to the rear of the Xiong Zhen army, ambush on the possible retreat route, snipe the opponent's retreating manpower, and fight this time difference, if it is used well, it may be able to strangle all these two armies above the boundary of Yanzhou, and completely destroy the hope of Liangguo！

It's just that the injuries on his body are too serious, and he is afraid that he will die on the way, and in a short period of time, he should not be able to go to the battlefield again, this matter must be notified to Wei Chidun as soon as possible, and the 200,000 soldiers and horses that can be mobilized in his hands have basically been all fought out until now, and he has no soldiers in his hands, so he must rush back immediately, but compared to the result of tearing apart the Yanzhou defense line, this price is of course worth it.

After this battle, the complete annihilation of the old department known as the first god general in the south, the famous blood army, his name Xie Houyin, not only to resound throughout the south now, but also will be engraved in the history of the south by the historians, this is an undoubted thing.

Xie Houyin raised his head and looked into the distance, because of the difference in combat effectiveness, the Jin people who were in even worse condition than them were silently licking the wounds on their bodies, as if they didn't want to have too much contact with themselves.

He inhaled the air full of blood, looked at the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood in front of him, the terrifying scene like a hell, and looked at the corpses that fell to the ground with empty eyes, he really deeply understood the meaning of that sentence at this moment.

What does it mean to be a success, it turns out that it is nothing more than that.

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Today's chapter, sorry, is indeed too tiring