Yudu, the heyday of the racecourse.

This is nominally a horse farm, but everyone knows that in fact, this is the place where Xiao Yuesheng raised the gangsters of the Southern Kingdom!

Of course, now this place basically has nothing to do with Xiao Yuesheng, and has become a place where the northern tigers and wolves are entrenched.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Chongqing was in the hands of the northern tigers and wolves.

It's just that there are many, many more injured people in the square of the Dingsheng Racecourse, because there are too many northern tigers and wolves who have entered Yudu this time, and there is no place that can accommodate so many people in the field under Xiao Yuesheng's hands in Yudu, and the largest Dingsheng Racecourse can only accommodate eight or nine thousand people, so the injured have no way to enter the house at all, and can only receive treatment in the square.

Because it was still raining, tents had been erected throughout the square, and the injured could only be treated in tents, and medical staff in white coats could be seen walking back and forth in the square.

......

In the center of the square, a tall woman stood quietly, with picturesque eyebrows, holding an oil-paper umbrella, so beautiful that it was like a dream, but this woman's eyebrows always carried an indescribable sorrow, quietly listening to the suppressed cries of pain in the square, with tears in her eyes!

Who is this woman, who is this woman not Luo Ying?

In fact, the mysterious commander of the northern kingdom that is being praised by the entire Chongqing capital is Luo Ying!

I'm afraid no one would have imagined that it was this woman with a sad and compassionate face at the moment, the invincible commander who killed decisively on the battlefield and blitzed the southwest at a frightening speed!

Behind him, Batu stood with his sword in hand, guarding his side every step of the way.

"Alas......"

In the wind and rain, a cold and faint sigh sounded.

Luo Ying lowered his head and said astringently: "Listening to my brother's deliberately restrained painful humming, I feel very uncomfortable. ”

After that, Luo Ying raised his head, and the sorrow between his eyebrows was almost undisguised, in this battle, they fought very smoothly, and there were very few people killed in the battle, but they were almost all wounded!

And this kind of injury is precisely the one that can't go to the hospital!

Coupled with the fact that there are many wounded and few places to stay, only those warriors who have shed blood for the north can be treated in this rainy day, Luo Ying feels ashamed, and the taste is indescribable!

Batu hung his head silently and was silent for a moment before whispering, "The brothers just don't want to scream too loudly, and finally let their respected mistress hear it and worry about them. ”

"I know, but because I know, my heart hurts even more!

After all, it was a knife that slashed at the flesh and blood, where could it not hurt?"

Luo Ying closed his eyes gently, two lines of tears fell silently, he took a deep breath into his lungs, and after a long time, he slowly spit it out, and sighed: "I really know this feeling now, and I finally understand why Xingtian will sit outside quietly outside and look at the night in a daze after every big war."

That mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, that kind of warrior's fearlessness and dedication......

It's really not something that a human heart made of flesh and blood can bear!"

"Mistress, you've thought too much. ”

Batu said slowly: "Warrior, naturally there is a warrior's choice!"

We are not thin, treat us like brothers and sisters, we are all rough people, we don't know the big truth of those 'who are also', we only know, who is good to us, who we mix with, we will follow who to fight the country!

Mistress, you don't have to be like this, but you will look down on us......"

Warriors, their own warriors' choices!

Luo Ying's body trembled, then shook his head slightly, and said astringently: "Yes, I really don't know about real warriors.

Warriors never need the guilt of others, because they are all temperamental, so they ...... What you do is willing, if others feel guilty, they are really sorry for their kindness and loyalty. ”

After saying this, Luo Ying seemed to have figured out something, shook his head slightly, and suddenly asked, "By the way, are the medical staff and medicines enough?"

"Slightly lacking. ”

Batu thought for a while and said, "But it should be able to turn around, and the lightly injured brother can endure it a little bit!"

"No, you don't!"

Luo Ying shouted: "Go and ask for a lot of money, the most important thing we lack in the north is money, if you can't ask for it, catch me!"

The brothers shed blood for the north, and they finally survived, and I can't let the heroes chill, and I have to endure the pain after the war!"

"Yes!"

Batu glanced at Luo Ying with some gratitude, as he said, sincere people are most afraid of the ruthless lord!

Don't you see, how many heroes have shed blood and tears throughout the ages?

He was glad that he and his brother had met a good person!

No matter how many lives Xingtian and Luo Ying have in their hands, at least for their brothers who follow the world, they are good people!

Who knows, at this moment, there was a sudden noise at the edge of the square.

Immediately after, a large number of Northland warriors covered in blood walked in on stretchers carrying a large number of wounded, and the rich smell of blood that could not be dissolved filled the air of the entire square in an instant!

Luo Ying recognized at a glance that these people were the group of people who followed Ye Tianhao to hunt down Xiao Yuesheng, and at this moment, when he saw the state of these people, he knew that things might not have developed according to his imagination, his face changed at that time, and he hurried over.

In an instant, we have reached the edge of the square.

At this time, the wounded Northland warriors also noticed Luo Ying......

Then, without warning, all the samurai knelt down with a "poof", and their voices resounded in a low, mournful, and even trembling voice: "I'm sorry, Mistress, we were defeated!"

There is no crying of pain, no shouting of bitterness, the first sentence is that we are defeated!

This is the true warrior, regardless of who the enemy is, regardless of the shape of the battlefield, only the pursuit of supreme victory!

Defeat is a disgrace!

In an instant, Luo Ying wet his eyes with tears and said in a low voice: "Stand up! The man has gold under his knees, and he kneels to his parents, and no one kneels!"

As soon as these words came out, all the samurai bounced up from the ground with an almost reflexive "whoosh", and even though they were in pain, they stood straight!

Luo Ying exhaled deeply, and then asked, "Sue me, what happened?"

"It is the Holy Land of Dayan......"

One of the warriors standing at the front lowered his head and gritted his teeth, and his eyes burst with hatred to the extreme: "Originally, we were going to win, but that group of people suddenly came out, and there were nearly a thousand martial arts cultivators.

In the end, we lost!

But Brother Ye Tianhao did not retreat, and led the Eight Heavenly Generals to block those people in Wolong Valley, preventing them from breaking through and escaping.

Right now...... Every moment is filled with human lives!

None of the brothers will retreat, and we will not let them leave!"

Dayan Holy Land!

Luo Ying's heart gradually sank, he didn't expect the revenge of the Dayan Holy Land to come so quickly, he pondered for a moment, and whispered: "Batu, hold an all-staff meeting!"

There is a decisive battle that never stops......

It's coming!"

With that, he turned around and left, and soon disappeared into the rain.

“......”