Throughout the ages, history has been rolling, running through a long river, one disappearing and the other growing, changing endlessly.

Those tragic battles will be recorded by the historians bit by bit into the history of the Chaoyue Kingdom, and will never be erased.

The bloodstains in the desert have finally become visible.

In the twenty-third year of Jiahe, on the ninth day of January, the people of Xiewu City in the northwest camp decisively abandoned the city and retreated, avoiding the plan of the Xiongnu to slaughter the city.

On the 10th of the first month, the crows attacked the Xiongnu at night in the city of Wucheng, and the city was broken.

On the 11th day of the first month, Zhu'an and the defenders of the city fought desperately to resist the enemy outside the city of Wucheng, except for Zhu'an who was seriously wounded, the soldiers defending the city, the ravens, and the sand bandits, a whole 107 people, all died in this battle.

On the twelfth day of the first month, in the early morning, Mu Feibai led the masters of the major families in the rivers and lakes to the battlefield, united with the northwest garrison led by Du Luobin, retreated several miles from the enemy, recaptured the dock city, and searched for a long time under the corpses and bones, and found the seriously injured and fainted Zhu'an.

On the 14th of January, the reinforcements of the Xiongnu army arrived, the Wulin people and the northwest garrison were invincible and retreated, the Xiongnu army pursued by the victory, but was still blocked by the stubborn resistance of the Chaoyue army outside the dock city, and was not allowed to enter again, the Xiongnu soldiers were stationed outside the Wuli Plain according to the soldiers, and the Chaoyue army was always restrained from moving.

On the 18th of January, the Xiongnu Dugu Wang Jun personally conquered and was bound to enter the Central Plains.

On the 19th of January, a war broke out between the two sides, and the empress of the southern kingdom arrived with reinforcements and fought back against the Xiongnu.

On the 24th of January, the southern army was fierce, and formed an alliance with Chaoyue to resist the enemy together, and fought for several days, the Xiongnu were defeated, and the general trend had gone, and they were forced to submit a surrender document.

It was a battle in which the Huns broke the kettle, but the strength of the whole country was powerless to resist the combined army of Chaoyue and the South, the Hun army was like a fallen leaf swept by the autumn wind, the fragile front collapsed for thousands of miles, and the resistance lasted only six days, and it was unable to continue.

The treasury seems to have been emptied, how can it sustain the war for many years?

In the same month, the Xiongnu states officially surrendered and submitted to Chaoyue.

At this point, the flames of war in the northwest of Chaoyue have dissipated, and year after year, the bones everywhere will be buried by plants and trees, returned to dust, and disappeared from the world.

After a vigorous war tempering, Chaoyue also ushered in a rebirth, re-flapped its wings, ended the decades-long war disputes, and also called the court to clean up, and the atmosphere was lifted.

The end of a war is always the key to another.

Tell people to clean up their pain and start again.

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On this day, the Northwest, which has always been at war, experienced the bloodiest battle in history.

Countless generals and soldiers died in the war, and all those who were still on the front line reached the point of desperation, and finally when they were seriously injured and fainted, they waited for reinforcements.

The composition of the reinforcements is really complicated, first of all, a large number of master protégés of martial arts families who were summoned by Mu Feibai, and even his almost semi-retired father Mu Hanfeng also came forward to dispatch, and there were also a handful of Qingcheng killers transferred by Huang Quan sent by Rong Lian, although there were few people, they were all ruthless and murderous.

These martial arts people united with the retreating northwest garrison to resist the Xiongnu army, so that it could not break through the northwest defense line and invade the Central Plains, but in the end the enemy could not defeat the Huns' sea of people tactics, so they could only fight and retreat, so they pulled and pulled and fought for several days.

The majesty is mighty, and the iron ride is dignified.

Du Luobin, who led the army to fight, complained bitterly, thinking that the Huns had added another force, but he didn't think that the iron cavalry arrived and rushed directly into the opposite Hun army.

When he was wondering, in the crowd, he saw the cold-faced beauty Liu Shuhua who disappeared with Mu Feibai a few days ago, and somehow, looking at the face that was very similar to Weaving Dreams, he was relieved that the war was not over yet.

It's reinforcements!

The empress of the southern kingdom, Nanfeng Streamer, came with elite soldiers, and without saying a word, she directly helped the Chaoyue army.

This sudden reinforcement made the Huns defeated and retreated, and the leader of the Huns, Dugu Wangjun, saw that the general trend had gone, and was forced to withdraw and hand over the surrender.

The Chaoyue army was full of joy.

However, there are still nearly fifty percent of the soldiers of Chaoyue who died in this cruel war, and countless soldiers and generals were killed and wounded, and there are many, and even the bones cannot be recovered.

Several sub-battalions of the Northwest Battalion, including their commanders, almost all died in this battle.

The most worrying thing is that he was dug out of the corpse, with a bloody hole in his thigh, several broken ribs, and his breathing was terrifyingly light.

A crowd of people surrounded him in a hurry.

Mu Feibai and Du Luobin didn't dare to do it casually, and in the end, Mu Hanfeng, the head of the Mu family, came to see it in person, and said with a cold face, "Hmph, the apprentice of the medical immortal is not so uncompetitive, whoever dares to forget his worries and rob people, the king of Hades also has to weigh it", so he sent a few people to fix Zhu'an on the wooden frame and carry him away.

With such a serious injury, the military doctors were helpless, Wei Feng finally found out in his conscience at this time, seeing that Zhu'an was seriously injured like this, he panicked for a while, not only sent the medicinal materials he brought to the Zhu'an tent, but also quickly sent people to the palace in the imperial capital to collect a few thousand-year-old ginseng and send them, and intermittently hung Zhu'an's life for three days, and almost passed several times.

Fortunately, I waited for the worries that came from Fanzhou City, thousands of miles away.

After he received the news of Shuhua, he set off overnight, ran and killed several horses, and after arriving in the northwest, he was sleepless and busy all night, and finally snatched back a Zhu'an from the king of Hades, and Shuhua, who went to ask for a doctor, couldn't take a break, and directly handed a letter to the south, wanting to ask the southern empress who had a master-apprentice relationship with Zhu'an to send troops to rescue.

She really couldn't think of anyone else in the Asahuki Kingdom who could bring in a reinforcement army.

Zhu'an has done this kind of work, she has to do something, so after discussing with Mu Feibai, they went back to Jinan alone and rushed to Fanzhou alone.

But the purpose was the same, they wanted to bring in reinforcements.

It is not that there is no news about what Zhu'an has done in the past six months, however, he never thought that Zhu'an would do this, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the child he protected under his knees has grown up after all.

Looking at Zhu'an, who had walked around the ghost gate, although he scolded a few words and didn't know the severity, his heart hurt so much that his eyes were red.

What he didn't dare to do, the kid did.

Frank and open, with a clear conscience.

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The lights are dim, pushing the cup and changing the lamp, so it's not lively.

The rare victory was moving.

Zhu'an quietly withdrew from the celebration banquet in the staggered manner, and touched a pot of wine.

Standing outside the tent, he could still hear the laughter of the streamer's skillful persuasion, and he looked down with a lonely gaze.

He shook the flask in his hand, and the bright moon shattered into silver dust.

Then he dragged a wounded leg and walked slowly through the barracks alone, climbing to the highest lookout in the army.

The campfires in the northwest camp were still jumping endlessly, and on the field of the lieutenant colonel, the soldiers of both the Chaoyue Kingdom and the Southern Kingdom let down their guard, gathered happily together to drink and celebrate, laughing, and the rough and low singing was scattered in the wind outside the fortress.

No one did not rejoice in the victory of this war, and they finally picked up the wine cup in the letter of surrender of the Huns.

He turned around and looked up, and the ancient city-state behind him, which had endured storms and tragic battles, was lit up again.

Like a little starlight scattered on this vast and deep land, it melts gently in the night wind.

The walls that had been destroyed by the war had not yet been built, and the ruins were still there, but he knew that the homes that had been ruthlessly destroyed by the war would soon be rebuilt, and people would soon come out of the shadow of war and embrace life again.

But what about those who can't come back?

Everyone who has experienced the war, whether they have returned or not, has died in the war.

Everyone has only one life to give to the country, and none of those martyrs have been disappointed.

The blood-stained wasteland will be covered with vast reeds in the coming year, floating like snow flocculents, and white reed flowers will gently embrace the white bones that sleep in the ground in the gentle moonlight.

They watched, laughed, looked at their homeland, but never returned.

I am willing to send my heart to my family and country, and give the years to the mountains and rivers.

And what did he get out of this war?

Regained the glory of his father's life, and washed away the grievances of his parents?

If some of the wounds can really be healed, will it not be long before people will only scribble to remember that someone won a war for them, remember that their war with the Xiongnu was finally won by Chaoyue, but they can no longer remember what kind of tragic price they paid in order to win this war?

His eyes were sad, and he slowly poured the flask in his hand on the ground.

Even if the world forgets, he will never forget.

In the end, he survived, and all he could do was comfort the dead with a pot of thin wine.

Now looking back at this wasteland, the lights are rekindled, and it is really like a big dream after drinking.

Perhaps, I don't know for the rest of my life.

He grabbed the empty flask, leaned against the railing of the lookout, and suddenly burst into laughter.

Laughing with tears, rolling down into the wind.