They lined up the corpses of the warriors neatly on the ground, had someone dress them, and found similar-looking parts and sewed them together, even if many of them were found incorrectly.

There were too many people to sacrifice, and it was too late to make the sarcophagus, so they could only wrap them in the city flag of Gaokan City and wait to be transported to the Grand Square of Glory for a solemn memorial ceremony.

During the whole process of convergence, people were quiet, with only one or two wails, because they happened to find their loved ones in the process of sorting, but they quickly disappeared.

When the grief exceeds the limit of people's patience, just crying can no longer let this heavy grief vent with tears, at this time silence has become a kind of strength, so that this strong heaviness is integrated into the bones of every Gaokan person.

It was during this process that Matthew was found, along with more than 200 wounded soldiers and nurses, at the location of the wounded barracks not far behind the original city walls.

Matthew fell deep into the great crack in the city wall, was hit in the head by the shards of masonry, and passed out.

The elite Axun Regiment of the steppe people and the last elite forces of Gaokan City engaged in a desperate battle near the gap in the city wall, and three of the five fourth-level warriors were killed, one was captured, and one was seriously wounded and fell into this gap.

When the steppe people stormed the city walls, this high-ranking warrior survived with his tenacious physique and struggled to return to the city to continue the resistance.

In the process, he noticed that there was a living colleague under the corpses and rubble around him, and although the sound of breathing was very weak, it was exceptionally clear in the small space full of corpses.

He dug Matthew out and recognized Matthew's identity from the severed arm and the sumptuous armor.

So, he dragged his broken body, blocked the gap little by little with stones and the corpses of the steppe people, and then took the unconscious Matthew to hide in the darkness in the deepest part of the gap.

He could only listen to the unbridled shouts of the steppe people outside and the sound of slaughtering the wounded, but he did not dare to make a single movement.

On the other side, the remnants of the soldiers and civilians retreated to the wounded barracks, relying on rudimentary fortifications to retreat layer by layer under the continuous attacks of the steppe people.

Everyone knows what the ultimate outcome of this resistance will be.

So the veterans found the entrance to the secret room under the city walls, which was originally designed to hide soldiers, and drove all the wounded soldiers, priests and nurses under the age of 30 inside, and then covered the entrance from the outside, despite their shouts and weeping.

The battle of the wounded battalion was over after less than an hour, but not a single wounded soldier died in a hospital bed, and even without their hands, they still crushed the throats of the steppe people with their teeth, and fought to the end.

Except for the battle of the elite warriors, the steppe people lost the most troops here, and no one expected that these men who lacked arms and legs, and even had no weapons, would burst out with such ferocious combat power.

In order to vent their hatred, the steppe people vented their hatred with these mangled corpses for half an hour, and they couldn't even piece together a whole one.

When the people cleaning the battlefield found the young man hidden in the secret room, the entire floor of the secret room was filled with blood, and the thick blood water even reached the height of the ankles.

After the war, the original site of this wounded barracks was preserved and a monument was erected, which became a classroom for every intermediate college student in Gaokan City to visit and remember the martyrs.

By the time Philip returned to the city, the huge pile of corpses was gone, but there was a larger crown on the west bank of the moat.

The heads of millions of steppe people were cut off and transported here in horse-drawn carts, stacked in neat layers and taller and taller like an alternative pyramid.

The expressions on almost every skull are hideous and ugly, retaining the fear and madness of the last moments before dying.

The entire Jingguan occupies an area as large as three Ram Balls, which is higher than the walls of Gaokan City, exuding bloodshed and resentment.

Even if Philip and the others all entered the city, there would still be a steady stream of heads being transported here, and this process would probably last for a long time.

Philip did not go to see Brad in the first place, but returned to the castle to see his father.

Only at this moment did he feel that he was really a child who had not yet reached adulthood, and he still retained a fragility in his heart.

He looked at his father's calm face lying on the bed, reached out and hugged his mother Catherine, and his two young sisters, and thought of the woman who had left him, and remembered the weakness that Bruce had shown in front of him not long ago, and hot tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Little Emma sensibly wiped away her brother's tears and kissed her brother's dirty face with her little mouth, and little Bella did the same, trying to comfort her brother with her immature voice.

After a moment, Philip stopped his tears, the war was far from over, and now was not the time to lick his wounds.

"When did the priest say my father would wake up?" he asked.

Catherine also wiped her tears and explained: "Bishop Gordon personally came to examine and treat your father, there is no bruise in the skull, he can wake up at any time, but he may be dizzy for a few days, and other wounds on his body are more infected, and he is also advised to recuperate for a while." ”

Philip nodded, and he wasn't surprised that Gordon came over in person.

As the current de facto supreme commander of Gokan City, Brad the Wild Lion now represents more than just an earl in the first place.

In particular, the ambiguous attitude shown by the temple in this steppe attack, and Gordon's previous conservative response, required him to devote more attention and respect to the Wild Lion family.

At the military headquarters in Gokan City, Philip found his grandfather Brad, who was working there.

Compared with the noise and people coming and going in the past, the current military department is particularly cold and bleak.

In the final stages, almost ninety percent of the civilian officers went to war, and only a few survived, making Philip feel that the scene before him did not seem real.

The Four Masters of Gaokan City are no longer just broken bones that can be described, especially the Rock Division, the huge family in the past, is now almost completely withered.

Not only did the Marquis Nuo's father and son both die in battle, but the rock castle that had been inherited for hundreds of years was destroyed in one fell swoop, even if the surviving family members kept some property certificates in their hands, but without the accumulation of hundreds of years, I am afraid it would be impossible to recover.

Whether the strategy of the defensive battle of Gokan City was right or wrong was no longer time to calculate, and the elder Sean and Bedri had done their best and paid the price with their blood and lives.

Brad had been busy all day, not even eating lunch, and it was not until he saw off the last officer that he rubbed his stiff waist wearily and sat down on the couch.

His mouth was bitter, and he was about to call the adjutant to come in, when he noticed a steaming cup of coffee in front of him.

"It's better to refresh yourself with coffee. Philip said, putting down his teacup.

He had been standing here for a long time, but he didn't make a sound, and the close-up observation and the overly emotional outburst of the day had made him notice that his grandfather's hair had long since turned gray for the most part.

Some of the top parts are still very dark and should be dyed, but many of the roots of the hair below are white.

The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and forehead were deep and heavy, and his eyes were a little cloudy, and his face was not very good-looking, and he was very unhealthy.

It was only at this moment that Philip suddenly realized that his grandfather was really much older than when they first met ten years ago.

It's just that his still majestic figure and loud voice in the past make Philip always feel that he is still the sturdy lion.

Only today did Philip remember that Brad was already in his nineties, and even a strong person with a third-level awakening had entered a period of high-speed decline.

So, he brewed his grandfather a cup of fragrant coffee with his own hands, and thoughtfully added three pieces of sugar to it.

Brad took the coffee, put it on the table, then stood up and hugged his little grandson tightly: "I want to thank you, Philip, for saving the lives of our old fellows." ”

The first time he saw his grandfather look so solemn, Philip was really a little uncomfortable.

He patted his grandfather on the back, as he had done when he was a child, and whispered in his ear, "This is my home too." ”

Neither of them was polite, that would be too fake.

Brad took a small sip of the piping hot coffee, feeling the hot bitterness and aroma spread in his mouth, and the whole person involuntarily relaxed, letting out a moan.

Being old is being old, and if you don't accept it, the hard battle for nearly a month has made him fully exposed and feel his aging.

But he wasn't alone, and several other old fellows were like him, and even the old Duren of Shadow Hunting was not as good as him, and now he had to put baked hot sand on his knees for half an hour every night to fall asleep, otherwise it would hurt worse than death.

I'm afraid those warriors would never have imagined that the old general, whom they regarded as gods, was also tormented by illness and old age.

Because every morning when they walked up to the city wall in armor and with weapons at their waists, they were still so strong and powerful.

Only Douglas of the giant bear is a little stronger, after all, among the four people, he is the youngest one, and he has the highest talent, which is the fourth level of awakening.

It's a pity for the old brother Sean, when he saw his head, Brad felt not anger, but sadness and regret, sadness from the bottom of his bones.

Horse leather shrouds on the battlefield, and even being beheaded by the enemy, is the fate that every warrior is prepared from the moment he picks up his arms and walks into the barracks, which is not so difficult to accept, even if the enemy is a steppe person.

In nearly a hundred years of life, the elder Sean has personally cut off the heads of tens of thousands of grassland people, including ordinary grassland warriors, tribal Khans, elite Ah Xun, and even Da Xun.