After the decision was made, the Blue Dragon Army quickly assembled and prepared within a quarter of an hour.

Cheng Feiyang took the lead, Xia Chaoge followed, and the two rode on high-headed horses and set off with the army behind them.

The garrison of the Qinglong Army is about a day's journey from the garrison of the Xuanwu Army, and if it advances at full speed, it can be compressed to half a day.

When Xia Chaoge and Cheng Feiyang approached the temporary garrison of the Xuanwu Army, it was not yet dark.

They stopped on the edge of a cliff beneath a vast plain.

The sun is gradually setting in the west, and a layer of red glow is sprinkled on the vast earth.

Looking at the past from a distance, the original garrison of the Xuanwu Army was full of devastation and corpses all over the field.

There are also many Vietnamese soldiers patrolling the garrison, carrying and burning corpses.

The earth seemed to be stained with blood, and silently sang a sad song of the loss of life.

This was the first time Xia Chaoge saw the cruelty of the battlefield, and an indescribable sadness surged in his heart.

"Let's go, we need to get to the Xuanwu temporary station before dark. ”

Cheng Feiyang's voice was very heavy, revealing a sense of helplessness and sadness.

"Their bones are not cold, and they don't even have a place to bury, how can they just burn them on fire?"

Xia Chaoge, it's not that she hasn't seen dead people, in the hospital, she has seen a lot of corpses.

But each one can be treated well.

But now, so many people...

Xia Chaoge felt very uncomfortable, half a month ago, they had a military exercise together, and now...

"Military, let's go, in northern Xinjiang, such things will happen anytime and anywhere. Grief can only be hidden in the heart and learn to bear it. ”

Cheng Feiyang pulled the reins of Xia Chaoge, and the war horse turned around and took Xia Chaoge away.

Leaving the cliff, the Blue Dragon Army rushed to the temporary station as fast as possible.

No sooner had they arrived at the station than a strong smell of blood came over them.

Through the fence, Xia Chaoge could see that the soldiers inside were busy carrying the wounded.

"The Vermilion Bird and White Tiger have arrived, let's hurry in. ”

Cheng Feiyang glanced at it, turned over and dismounted, and Xia Chaoge hurriedly followed.

The two hurriedly walked into the main tent, only to see that the tent was brightly lit, but there was no one.

Cheng Feiyang hurriedly asked the soldiers guarding the door, only to learn that Xi Mingxu and they were all in the military doctor's tent.

Walking into the tent of the military doctor, a strong smell of medicine came to my nose.

The two generals, Xi Mingxu and Suzaku White Tiger, were all present at the bedside, looking at the people on the bed with solemn expressions.

The person on the bed was covered in blood, and his chest was pierced with countless barbs.

Like a piece of hedgehog skin, it looks terrifying.

Xia Chaoge recognized at a glance that the person on the bed who was pale, dying, and fell asleep was the commander of the Xuanwu Army, Luo Jiaying.

The last time Xia Chaoge saw him, he was nearly fifty years old, and he was still high-spirited and strong.

In the blink of an eye, he became so pale and thin, as if he had been drained of blood.

"How is it? Will he still wake up?" asked Xi Mingxu with a frown.

"Major General, he is incompetent, General Luo has too many wounds, the blood is not stopping, he is still inflamed, and the high fever does not go away, I'm afraid..."

The military doctor sighed, very embarrassed.

"Let Brother Duan come, he is under the tutelage of Bibo Villa, he may have a way!" Cheng Feiyang said.

At this time, the people in the tent slowly turned their heads.

Xi Mingxu's gaze paused on Xia Chaoge's body before turning away, and then said, "Call him."