"Junhou, don't be like this, otherwise you really can't be saved!" The old wounded doctor was also taken aback.

Although the Qiang ghost injury is serious, it is more of a loss of strength, and it is not fatal, but if you really want to let the shrinkage come a few times, you will really die of exhaustion if your life is not accurate.

"Ahh Shrinking Xuan hurriedly withdrew his hand, and then Peng's sound, the Qiang ghost slammed on the unit price again.

"Prince...... You did it on purpose! "Qiang ghost burst into tears, he doesn't want to die yet!

"Let you interject indiscriminately, Benjun is talking about burying the enemy, not you!" Shrinking Xuan said speechlessly.

However, the Qiang ghost did not respond, lying on the stretcher, and only then did he dare to sleep.

The situation of the Qiang ghost is not a eucalyptus, but a common one, in the pile of bones in the corpse mountain, and many Qin troops are like this, exhausted and lying down.

It's just that when the count is over, everyone's mood is very heavy.

Of the five thousand robes, less than three hundred are still alive.

Similarly, less than 500 of the 80,000 troops of Qiuzi and Loulan are still alive.

In the entire Cheshi City, there were nearly 100,000 corpses lying in the city.

"Prince, these corpses must be disposed of as soon as possible, otherwise there will be a plague, plague ghosts!" The adjutant reminded.

There are too many corpses, and the weather in the Western Regions is too hot, if they are not dealt with, the plague will be rampant in the entire Cheshi Wang City for hundreds of miles.

"Separate the bodies of the enemy and me, and burn the corpses of the enemy soldiers, and let them drift away in their homeland with the wind. The corpses of our brothers should also be preserved, and this gentleman will take them home! He thought for a moment and gave the order.

Qiuzi and Loulan no longer exist, and these dead souls have no place to return, so it is better to let them drift away in the wind on the land of the Western Regions, which can be regarded as a kind of comfort.

As for the corpse of Qin Jun, it is the body of a hero, even if it is dead, it is necessary to take them home, return to the roots, and return to their hometowns!

"Damn, it's crazy!" East and west, King Wusun and other vassal countries close to the Cheshi King City were shocked and frightened.

No one expected that Qiuzi, Loulan and the Qin army would fight so fiercely, and the real battle was to the end.

"You should be grateful to Loulan and Qiuzi, it was they who made Daqin see your courage!" In the name of the Great Qin feudal monarch, he reconvened the lords of the Western Regions.

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Wusun, Dawan, Kangju and other countries were also silent, no one expected that this battle would be fought so fiercely in the end.

"Therefore, after this battle, I, Daqin, will not retaliate against the monarchs, and the monarchs and the great Qin will return to their previous state, but this monarch does not want such a thing to happen again!" Shrinking looked at the lords of the countries and said solemnly.

"Don't dare, don't dare!" The lords of the kingdoms hurriedly waved their hands and shook their heads.

Five thousand people killed the 80,000 main army of Qiuci and Loulan, if there were more people from Great Qin, wouldn't it be to kill them all.

"The reason for this battle, this monarch doesn't want to investigate, but please remember, wherever my Great Qin and Qin army is, no matter if you are a green forest ringing horse or the army of all countries, if you dare to see the sword soldiers again, you will be killed! If one of my Daqin dies, this gentleman will take ten people to accompany him for burial! Shrink continued.

"This ......" the kings of the kingdoms were silent, they could not care about the horse bandits on the trade routes.

"I am not asking for your opinions, but informing you. No matter what method you use, in short, in this chaotic place, you don't care about your life or death, but as long as one of my Qin people is persecuted, this monarch will be there! Shrinking looked coldly at the full house.

After this battle, he knew that the royal way of Confucianism could no longer be applied in the Western Regions, and that the hegemony of the left should be used!

Since the Western Regions are called the Land of Chaos by themselves, then he will re-establish a new order for the Western Regions!

"Since there is no opinion, let's sign the credentials!" He presented the huge national letter in front of everyone, and then signed his name and stamped his own big seal.

King Wusun, the lord of Dawan, the lord of Kangju and others glanced at each other, and then looked at the indifferent and murderous guards of the Qin army around them, and they could only leave their names in humiliation and stamped with the national seal.

At this point, the battle of the Western Regions has finally come to an end.

"Go home!" The Qin army finally withdrew.

The Qiang ghost was also seriously injured and sent back to Xianyang for treatment, and the new envoy from the Western Regions also arrived from Xianyang.

The whole army of white weed, Chang Aya beckoned, escorted a coffin to return in the direction of Xianyang, everywhere he went, hundreds of officials greeted each other, personally escorted the body of this heroic martyr back to his hometown.

"5,000 against 80,000!" In Xianyang City, Ying Zheng, Lü Buwei and Guo Weiyu were all silent.

"Spread the widow order, mourn the whole country, hold a state funeral, and suspend all foreign wars!" After being silent for a long time, Ying Zheng finally opened his eyes and issued a royal order.

"Whoa!" No one objected, such a tragic battle was worthy of all the soldiers and people of Great Qin to see them off.

When the coffin of the heroic spirit was delivered to Xianyang, Ying Zheng personally put on the white silk, went out of the city for thirty miles to greet him, and buried more than 4,000 corpses in the tomb of the Great Qin King.

"This is my Great Qin's soldier!" Ying Zheng looked at Gongzi Cheng Chan, who was standing beside him, and said indifferently.

Cheng Chan looked at the white silk Chang Gao who was all over the city and was silent, he also knew that his brother knew about his actions during this time, but his brother didn't do anything, and he didn't say anything.

This is the first time, and probably the last.

"The blood of the Great Qin soldiers cannot be shed in vain, nor can it be buried in vain because of certain desires of some people!" Ying Zheng continued to say that he couldn't let Cheng Chan make another choice, but forced Cheng Chan to make a statement.

"Think about it, once you rebel, what will happen to the 50,000 soldiers who follow you!" Ying Zheng patted Cheng Cheng on the shoulder, then turned around and left the royal tomb.

Cheng Chan's body trembled, and his brother really knew.

They had contact with Zhao and had the support of Zhao State, and the 50,000 army in his hands was the capital of his uprising, and there were many people in Xianyang who supported him.

He also thought that he could succeed, because in his imagination, this elder brother, who had just returned to China and succeeded to the throne, was only the nominal king of Qin in Xianyang, and did not have much real power.

But now, he found that he knew too little about this brother, who had more information and power in his hands than he could have imagined.

Looking at the royal tomb and the bodies of the martyrs sent into the underground palace, Cheng Chan thought of the soldiers under his command, if he rebelled, these people could still return to their hometown, can they be worshiped by future generations?

"But, brother, do you know that there are some things that the younger brother can't control!" Looking at Ying Zheng's distant back, Cheng Cheng let out a long sigh.

He never thought of rebelling, but the people around him all told him that he should be the king of Qin, and he should have reigned in the world, but he didn't even have a person of his own.

He's just a puppet with no power.