Their armor was so worn out that their faces were covered in blood and sludge, and she couldn't find them without the bright armor of the halberds.

After all, they are also old, and their faces have changed a little.

She is no longer a miscellaneous servant of the Duting Marquis Mansion, but a general who commands the three armies.

It's not unrecognizable, and it's a common thing.

This silent road, which only belonged to the trapped camp and the Euphorbia, went on for an unknown amount of time, and finally came to an end.

At the end of the hill there seemed to be several wagons that had run to the battlefield, which had been used as fortifications on the spot and snatched from each other.

And then it's not unusual.

Theirs, ours, twisted and crooked, stacked on top of each other, the rising moonlight gently sprinkled down and fell on that hill.

Gao Shun is there.

He was wounded, but he never died, but sat at the foot of the mountain exhausted, like the shadow of the mountain.

The moonlight could not shine on him.

Seeing her coming, he was uncharacteristically uncharacteristically and did not get up and salute.

"The soldiers in the camp," he said, "are here." ”

Chapter 571

When that halberd was stabbed, Yuan Shao seemed to be still the young Yuan Shao.

When he was young, he was strong and beautiful, his speech and demeanor were admirable, and he had a heroic spirit in his body when he went into battle to kill the enemy.

Yes, yes, when he led the troops to break open the gate of the South Palace, rushed into the palace to kill the eunuchs, and avenged the general, he even killed a few Yellow Gates with his own hands...... Later, then he fought in Hebei, first seeking Han Fu, and then fighting Gongsun Zhan, and tried his best to win over Wu Huan, for more than 20 years, he has been so full of pride.

Until it intersected with Zhang Liao's blade, everything suddenly changed.

The huge impact hit him hard in the chest, reminding him of his childhood experience of being teased by the proud servants of the family and accidentally falling into the water.

When on the shore, the water is a tranquil and clear blue, rippling and soft; But after falling into the water, it becomes a dark and gloomy black, turbulent and agitated, and the power is huge.

At that moment, from his scalp to the soles of his feet, he was surrounded by the power that extended from the darkness.

He couldn't speak, he couldn't shout, his throat was choked, all from the cold, hot suffocation in his chest.

But that time he struggled for a long time, and after being rescued ashore by his mother's maidservant, Yuan Shao was able to secretly make up his mind, determined to get ahead, and do something great - the future was not in his aging father, not in his arrogant uncle, and not in those stupid slaves.

The future is in him.

And now it's different.

When he was about to be unstable when he was hit by Zhang Liao's horse, many people around him immediately protected him, all of them were brave and loyal, willing to die for one of his wishes, and he was no longer the child who was afraid and angry.

He no longer has that "future".

Yuan Shao's fingers moved, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The lights were dim, and there seemed to be too many spices in the Boshan furnace, and the mist gradually floated in the tent, and when he opened his eyes, he turned into a human form, sat on the edge of the couch, and looked at him quietly.

He felt very relieved, and although his head was still on the couch, he nodded lightly and gestured to the man.

- Don't worry about me.

Yuan Shao defended himself by saying that he was only old, and if he had fought Zhang Liao ten years ago, he might not have won this battle.

- Ming Gong's words are naturally believed in the next.

The corners of Ming Gong's mouth curled, and his heart was a little more relaxed.

- Do you want to persuade me to let Tian Yuanhao out? I can't see him at the moment, so I'd better wait.

He thought about it, and then asked some trivial things uneasily.

In the Battle of Yecheng, how did San Lang perform? He is brave, but he is still young...... Let's take another look......

If you catch Mende, alas, alas...... Just leave him alive...... After all, they are childhood playmates and best friends for many years, although they have a feud, they should never ......

The man sat on the edge of the couch and looked at him worriedly until Yuan Shao finally came to his senses.

- Zhengnan, are you worried about the battle with Liu Bei?

Have you seen the battlefield full of corpses?

Many Hebei sons and daughters who can't go back to their hometown are all my fault!

But, but, in this battle, I can't retreat!

Don't worry due south, although the front army is defeated today, I still have 50,000 Chinese troops! The horses were unscathed! I still have to share a high level with Lu Lian!

Although this skin will rot, my heart will not be old!

Due south, due south, and watch me break the enemy in the future!

The lights suddenly exploded.

Lu Hangyu didn't care much, the lights in the tent were brighter or dim and didn't affect her to see things.

The news of this big battle will spread everywhere, and everyone will think that she has defeated Yuan Shao and created another miracle.

She has created too many miracles, how can the historian write it?

…… But this "miracle" is really too tragic for her.

She used to look at the list of casualties, one by one.

She would remember that person, and she would silently recite their names, their origins, and contrast the cold ink with the vague figure in her mind, and then the person's face would gradually become clear.

How they practiced, how they went on the expedition, how they secretly stuffed money and bribes for the guards in the Chinese military camp, and wanted to transfer her as a personal guard; Did they harass the little woman who was doing needlework, and was she ever passing by when she was brought back by the military judge and beaten with a stick; When they talk about their families, they brag so much that no one else can listen to them, and they don't reveal their full stuff until they write letters.

The complete report of the loss of soldiers and horses has not yet been given to her, there are still rangers on the battlefield looking around to collect the rout, and there are still many scribes in the military account who continue to count the list of casualties that have been determined, so only a part of the barracks roster has been counted in her hands.

…… The scribes taught by Tian Yu were very professional, not only would they put a brief and accurate summary of statistics on the first page of the booklet, but they would even simply use cinnabar to prominently mark the fact that she did not need to open it again.

She picked up a book, the red one, and put it down.

Pick up another volume, the red one, you can also put it down.

She fought this battle, and she gained a lot of red booklets.

They all died, and the battalion died, so even the "battalion" died together.

"General?"

“…… Little Mister? ”

Zhuge Liang seemed a little embarrassed by her unwarranted politeness and respect, and almost couldn't help but scratch his head.

"There is a banquet today, and everyone is waiting for the general."

Suddenly, she put aside the military register and got up to get her coat, "Is there anything that Mr. Xiao is looking for me?" ”

"In the past two days, the Yuan army's horse armor has not come out, and the hook and sickle battalion has returned to the camp to continue training," Zhuge Liang said very seriously, "Looking at it from below, it will gradually become proficient, and it will be a battle in a few days." ”

"Oh, oh," she replied vaguely, "that's good. ”

The little gentleman also nodded.

When she came out of the account, Zhuge Liang followed behind her and didn't say anything, but she felt that even if she saw some words, there was really no need to say them.

Yuan Shao was not carried back to Hebei for a day, and this battle was not over in one day.

Since she must continue to fight, how can she have a good time to be sad?

She still has many soldiers alive, and she still has to take them with her to finish the battle.

She has to keep the living well fed and clothed, and the dead have to live a decent and prosperous life.

She clutched this thought tightly in her heart, and when she walked out, she saw several generals approaching.

Zhang Liao was injured again, with a cloth belt tied to his head, and he himself looked like he didn't care.

Tai Shi Ci also hung the color, it seemed that he was injured by a stray arrow, and he simply bandaged it, and when he saw her, he stopped.

Gao Shun, who was listening to what Zhang Liao said, changed into an unfamiliar armor, holding a helmet in his arms, and when he saw Tai Shici stop, he also turned his head to look at her.

Gao Shun couldn't see the scars on his face, and his expression couldn't tell what kind of big battle he had experienced.

He was no different from any other night on patrol.

But suddenly his hair was much whiter.

The tents set up for feasting were very large.

They may lack such and such supplies, but there is no shortage of tents, and the tarpaulin can be dismantled and sewn apart, and it is not necessary to build it for money.

As for what to eat, she doesn't have to worry about it, someone else worries about it.

Not only was the food for this dinner paid, but even the food for the soldiers was responsible.

…… Obviously, Yuan Shao pursued and intercepted the siege of Zhecheng and was not allowed to take all the main roads, where did those materials come from?

Of course, she quickly understood.

Those families who came to Zhecheng with healthy servants and dozens of wagons are like sponges, they always grit their teeth and turn out the bottom of their last box to bet on, just to see if you are worth it.

Among them, the dozen or so families across the battlefield were especially numerous, not only did they give away the grain and grass materials that were originally reserved for their own food, but even the heavy gifts prepared for Yuan Shao were brought back and presented.

…… But it's useless, this general is notoriously difficult to please, and the handsome men and horses in fancy clothes and jewelry are only heard in the rumors, and the general is on par with Wang Mang in terms of binding force.

Now she sat at the top of the room, holding the bronze wine lord in her hand, and her expression was cold.

The scholar who was leaning on the ground pulled out his hat and crown, and he didn't dare to come out, let alone secretly raise his eyes to speculate on her verdict on his life and death.

Fortunately, after the general looked at them coldly for a while, he looked away.

She went to ask the others who hadn't come to the feast.

This made the hearts of those who tremble slightly.

What does it mean that the general did not punish them immediately, but hung them here?

She must have despised them so much that she wanted them to suffer such humiliation.

But "humiliation" is also a punishment, does this imply that they ...... At least their lives are safe?