"Xiao Xiao ......" A miserable and long neighing of horses suddenly resounded in the sky, as if telling the unwillingness of his master's heart, as if he was complaining about the injustice of this thief, or maybe seeing off his master...... But it attracted the attention of many Zhao Jun present again.

With a "plop", the horse knelt feebly after a long neigh, and then fell completely to his master's side, and under the huge horse, a pool of blood had already melted!

Only then did everyone realize that the body of the war horse had already been covered with bruises, and even a long knife mark almost penetrated the horse's abdomen, and the internal organs leaked out. And on the road when he came, there were large areas of bloodstains, obviously not only the Qin general's, but the war horse had already been seriously injured.

God knows how this war horse has managed to hold on to the present day under such a serious injury.

Although Zhao Kuo's personal soldiers won a great victory in this battle, there were no victorious cheers on the battlefield like on the Changping battlefield. Even everyone was immersed in astonishment and sighs.

In the face of such a tragic and resilient Qin army, especially in the face of the blow of the Qin general before his death, Zhao Kuo's personal soldiers were not qualified to cheer, let alone use the cheers of victory to make fun of the defeat of the Qin army.

Yan Zhao is a generous and tragic person, and Yan Zhao is also the place where heroes are cherished and loved the most.

And the best hymn to farewell heroes is not mourning, let alone cheering, but silence, the silence from the opponent.

Not only did Zhao Kuo's personal soldiers fall into silence, but even the reinforcements brought by Zhao Ping and the city were infected by the atmosphere of the scene, and they did not dare to come out.

Zhao Kuo, who was not far away, naturally heard and saw this last scene. With a wave of his hand, he motioned for his soldiers to get out of the way, and then strode in the direction of the Qin general.

Smack...... It was the sound of water droplets.

In the blue sky, the sun was still in the sky, but it was raining in this daytime.

Stepping on the raindrops, Zhao Kuo soon came to General Qin.

In just a few steps, the rain had already collected the blood of the Qin army into a river, bubbling towards the east, that is, where Zhao Kuo was, it seemed that the dead Qin army was still controlling their blood.

It's a pity that when I stepped on it, there were only blood flowers all over the ground!

Leaning down, looking at the face that has been carved with traces of time, the hair that has been half a hundred, and the dead right eye, and the left eye that is deeply engraved with knife marks, Zhao Kuo has mixed feelings in his heart, what is Qiang Qin! From the old man to the naughty boy, they all have a heart of sacrificing themselves for the country.

Isn't such a plot running through the entire history of China? Even if the ships are strong and the artillery is sharp, even if the city is besieged on all sides, even if it is a poisonous gas attack, how can my generation ever give up......

Although the current Qin State is an enemy country, this momentum and patriotic feelings are what Zhao Kuo wants to preserve and inherit no matter what. Zhao Kuo understood: This is the root of China, it is not easy to make a thousand gold, and it is not easy to retreat from all difficulties.

It's just that in this way, I am afraid that my attempt to build a Beijing view will not be completed.

"Hey, compared to the inheritance of Huaxia, Jingguan or something, I can only wait." Zhao Kuo thought secretly in his heart.

While gently stroking the eyes of the Qin army general lying on the ground, Zhao Kuo secretly told him in his heart: "Don't worry, Huaxia will only be more brilliant and great in my hands!"

As if he really heard Zhao Kuo's inner voice, his right eye, which was originally round and round, was really closed by Zhao Kuo so easily, but the knife mark on his left eye was still terrifying.

"Order: Collect the corpses of the Qin army, purify them with water, and then wrap them in a white cloth and bury them, collect the military medals and send them back to the Qin State, and those who dare to damage the corpses of the Qin army will be beheaded!" Zhao Kuo immediately stood up and gave orders aloud to the soldiers around him.

This is already the greatest grief that Zhao Kuo can give, but unfortunately, no matter how great the grief is, it can't bring the dead back to life.

Zhao Kuo's order was quickly executed, and all the pro-soldiers dismounted one after another, and began to clean up the battlefield in groups of threes and threes.

Soon, the reinforcements brought by Zhao Ping also rushed to the scene

I wanted to join in the movement of corpses. Such kindness was rejected by Zhao Kuo.

Obviously, this is not a simple cleaning of the battlefield, but also a silent admonition.

Look at the Qin army, look at the blood stains that have flowed into a river on the ground, look at the Qin general who was stabbed several times, look at the war horse whose intestines flowed out, and see how they found hope in despair and persevered in a desperate situation;

Think about yourself, think about your heavily armored Mo knife, think about your stirrups, think about how you almost messed up a hearty victory.

Every time the corpse of the Qin army is carried, it is a torture of the soldiers and a baptism for them.

Strip off the mottled armor, collect each of its blood-soaked wooden armor, remove the restraints of the body, and then wash away the pieces of blood and dirt on the body with the most natural and cleanest rainwater;

In pairs, they were carefully carried to the tent, carefully wiped and arranged with pieces of arrowroot cloth, and then wrapped them one by one with white cloth cut from the military tent.

The rain flowed down the armor of the soldiers into the backs, and then down the backs to the storehouse and shoes, and soon the more than 400 soldiers were like chickens in soup.

But no one complained, they knew that if it weren't for the general, they would probably be lying there now. The two armies are fighting, if it weren't for the secret weapons of the generals, they would definitely not be the opponents of such soldiers, even if the Qin army was reduced by two hundred, they would not be their opponents.

Looking at the hideous faces covered in bruises under his hands, and feeling the coldness of the corpse in his hands, what is this bit of rain? Where can there be any grievances in my heart. All I thought was: It's good to be alive!

Zhao Kuo didn't leave, he stood quietly aside, watching his own soldiers wash their souls in the rain and grow their fighting spirit in the blood.

Although Zhao Kuo hopes that the scene of fighting to the death like the Qin army will never happen, but unfortunately, the world is unpredictable, and the national strength of the current Zhao State is even far inferior to the Qin State.

What's more, in the near future, in Daibei, where Zhao Kuo is about to arrive, Zhao Kuo has already brewed a big battle in his heart. And just in this battle, Zhao Kuo's "pro-soldier team" will take on important tasks.

Obviously, Zhao Kuo has high hopes for this "pro-soldier team" that came out.

Training, that is, refining the heart!