The night was getting deeper, and standing alone outside the big tent, Zhao Kuo's eyes had already drifted to the Qin army fortress on the west bank of the Dan River.

Under a bright yellow moon, the Qin army fortress on the west bank of Danshui was like a winding black snake, tossing and moving, trying to extinguish the flames on its body.

However, the red flame, like the maggots of the tarsal bones, stuck to the barrier, and no matter how hard the Qin army tried, they were powerless to break free.

A little spark, gradually become a prairie fire!

The generals around Zhao Kuo have all rushed to the front line, ready to give the Qin army the final blow under Zhao Kuo's order and end the three years of hesitation.

Up to now, no matter who it is, they can see the victory of the Zhao army, at least in the battle for the barrier, the Zhao army already has an absolute advantage, even if Bai Qi wants to change his mind at this time and reinvest all his troops, he may not be able to turn the tide of victory.

Because, many nodes supporting the barrier defense line have been in the hands of Zhao Jun.

Of course, Zhao Jun's victory was limited to this barrier. Behind that barrier, there is still the Qin army, and there is still boundless darkness.

Overcoming the barrier is just a small step on the road of a thousand miles. Even the reason why Zhao Jun was able to take this small step was the result of Qin Jun's patience in many ways.

However, it is a pity that among the Zhao army, there are almost no people who can clearly realize that the victory of the barrier does not represent the victory of the overall situation, and it is even rarer for anyone to question that the victory of the Zhao army will be the result of the release of water by the Qin army.

Even, when such an idea appears, it is already an unforgivable mistake.

Fortunately, Zhao Kuo obviously knew it clearly, but for the sake of the follow-up plan, he could only pretend not to know, and he didn't even dare to reveal even the slightest thing that might happen next to anyone except Xu Li.

Perhaps, this is the loneliness that must be experienced for the general.

The only good news is that after the battle of the barrier, the level of worship of Zhao Kuo by the generals has reached a new height, which can be seen from the general when he left to prepare for the war.

Looking at the departing backs one by one, Zhao Kuo was both a little relieved and a little uncomfortable.

What a good soldier!

After this war, I don't know how many people will be able to see each other again.

Just as Zhao Kuo took a closer look at the battle on the front line, and on the west bank barrier, there was another incident.

With the issuance of General Bai Qi's order, in the rear of the Qin army, a dense rain of arrows suddenly appeared, and then, a group of elite Qin troops with bright armor and bright armor stepped on neat steps, along the road full of bloody limbs, against the dense arrow rain of the Zhao army, and took over the dilapidated fortress position.

Correspondingly, above the barrier, the exhausted Qin soldiers, who had not been rotated for a long time, were withdrawn to the camp in a staggering manner, and rows of wounded soldiers were sent to the wounded barracks on stretchers.

At this time, the wounded barracks were already wailing all over the place, countless arrowroot cloths were sent, soaked in blood and then sent away to be washed, and the gold sore medicine poured bottle after bottle as if it didn't need money, mixed with blood, and scattered all over the ground.

"Ahh

A wail came, accompanied by the crisp sound of the wooden stick placed in the mouth to prevent the bite of the tongue, being bitten alive.

A red-hot soldering iron was pressed the wounded soldier's broken wrist, and in an instant, the aroma of barbecued meat instantly spread, and then the aroma of meat turned into a burnt smell of charcoal.

True, this is not a punishment, but a treatment of wounds for the wounded.

Several people pressed the limbs and torso of the branded wounded on the bed board, preventing them from moving.

The wounded who are struggling to no avail can only use all their strength in their mouths and teeth! The thumb-thick wooden stick was broken in response.

Fortunately, the torture also ended.

"Next!" Ignoring the wounded who were still moaning and wailing, the doctor threw the soldering iron in his hand into the red-hot furnace, and then took out another red-hot soldering iron from it and instructed the people behind him.

Several soldiers then carried the wounded, who had been "treated" (or perhaps more appropriately treated), to the battalion.

There, he spent the most dangerous night alone.

No more care, no more medicine, a bag of millet was all he had.

Wails and moans would continue to echo in his ears throughout the long night. After this night, there will be soup for him to recover as soon as possible, after all, he may still be able to serve in the army after only losing his left hand.

As for those around me who have lost their right hands, I am afraid that they can only go home to farm, and naturally they will not be treated so well. As for the loss of siblings, there is no need to rescue them.

The premise of all this is that you can survive this long night, if you can't......

Even so, he was still considered lucky, at least he was given the so-called "cure". More wounded soldiers, who had not yet waited for reinforcements from the rear, were either killed with Zhao's army or died in a long bloodshed......

Of course, no matter what, the merits he has made will be remembered by the Qin State, and his family in the Qin State will also be taken care of by the state. This may be the greatest belief of the Qin soldiers who sacrificed their lives and forgot to die.

Because of this, the Qin soldiers who returned to the camp without being injured or lightly injured did not have any sadness at all, let alone complain about the delay in the arrival of reinforcements. Because they know that the more arduous it is, the greater the merit! As for life, danger? What is it compared to meritorious service?

A ragged Qin soldier, who didn't even have time to change his armor, arranged them according to Shiwu, and handed over and checked his merits one by one at the military judge. Of course, this merit is only individual, and the collective merit needs to be divided after the battle.

looked at the few strokes added to the military merit book, but every Qin soldier was satisfied. Like a stimulant, all the fatigue was removed, and the smile gradually climbed onto the face of every Qin soldier.

Immediately, he went to the quartermaster office and received a bowl of cooked millet rice, gathered around the bonfire in twos and threes, grabbed a handful of millet and sent it to his mouth, crunched and chewed sweetly, and then took a mouthful of cold well water, the cool air entered from the mouth, and rose from the abdomen, and the original heat was no longer gone.

Is there anything happier than surviving the war, returning with merit, retreating with all your body, having enough food and drink?

The Qin soldiers, who were in twos and threes, were eating, relaxing their tense nerves, and at the same time, they did not forget to brag to everyone about how they were martial above the barriers, and how they did not dare to take a step forward when they killed Zhao Jun.

"Hey, let us down so soon, and I didn't have enough merit!" One of them sighed.

"Hey, hey." One of them took out the polished rice he had just received and said, "I beheaded two armor soldiers, plus the previous merits, it is enough hairpin, and look, the captain will reward me." ”

Everyone cast envious eyes and made a noise that they wanted to contribute to the polished rice. The man refused, and he was still hungry!

"Hey, I knew it was going to be late...... the other complained a little

"You kid shouldn't be changing soon! The whole family is booming. Go back to the matchmaker and don't break the threshold of your house! An old pawn teased a young strong man.

"Uncle, no, it's almost close!"

The strong young man blushed, the long scar on his face looked even more hideous under the shy expression, and everyone was making a commotion again.

Scars have always been a man's best seal......