"How?"

In the temporary barracks, Liu Chen frowned bare-chested, grinning on the low stool, beside him, Beigong Huan, who was embarrassed, was rolling a circle of gauze, and was quite careful to bandage his brother-in-law's hideous wounds......

Uncle Ban was obviously weak, his face was extremely pale and he was holding a pile of books, facing Liu Chen's question, Zhuangyuan Gong looked bitter, shook his head and sighed: "I have counted three times, except for the demon warriors who came to the aid of the Polar Star Sea, our Canglan Legion now has less than 300,000 people left......"

"Bang!"

Liu Chen's heart was angry, and he kicked over the brazier in front of him with hatred, which frightened Beigong Huan Dai's eyebrows, and couldn't help but exclaim, so he almost didn't tear the wound on Liu Chen's back that had just been wrapped...... And Uncle Ban Ziming's side couldn't help but hang his head at this moment. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"290,000 is less than 300,000, and 200,000 is less than 300,000...... Only you and I are left, and we can say that there are less than 300,000 people...... Ziming, is it so difficult for you to give me a real number?"

"Counting the king, there are a total of 212,379 people!" After a moment of silence, Uncle Ban's eyes turned red, and his voice was like a mosquito and a fly.

"In other words, we lost 290,000 brothers in this battle?"

"Right...... There will be more, not less!"

"Okay, I see, you go get busy first......"

"Yes!"

When Uncle Ban Ziming retreated and walked out of the handsome tent, Liu Chen took a deep breath and calmed down the turbulence in his heart, then raised his head, looked back at Beigong Huan with a concerned face, and said, "Huan Huan, have you woken up?"

"He hadn't woken up when I came over just now, the doctor said that he was fine, don't worry, Liu Mo is taking care of him......" Sideways around Liu Chen, squatting down by himself, Beigong Huan smiled softly, and clasped Liu Chen's big hand with his backhand and comforted: "Brother-in-law, this is war, it is the glory of the soldiers to be able to wrap the body in horse leather...... What's more, we won the final victory, and I believe they will also feel relieved under the Nine Springs......"

"Hehe......" raised his hand to wipe the blood stains on Beigong Huanqiao's face, Liu Chen raised his eyebrows, and said inexplicably: "Is this what people call a general who has achieved ten thousand bones?" They are praising the great victory won by King Canglan, but they have subconsciously forgotten the unsung heroes who have been guarding one after another under the banner of Canglan, throwing their heads and spilling their blood...... Nearly 300,000 people, Huan Huan...... Their wives, their parents, and their children will lose them forever......"

"Born in troubled times...... Who isn't losing along the way?"

......

"Brother Chong, have you finished counting here?"

Out of the handsome tent, Uncle Ban Ziming walked to Fu Chong's side in great loneliness, he couldn't see Fu Chong's tattooed face under the cloak clearly, but when the wind came, he clearly felt the trembling of the Xuan Warlock beside him......

"I haven't ...... yet" didn't turn his head, Fu Chong kept staring at the several carriages in front of him, and the blood that kept spilling out of the cracks in the wooden planks had already dyed the carriages red, "It's already loaded with four carts...... The soldiers are still cleaning the battlefield, and it is estimated that tomorrow will have a definite result......"

Picked up a wooden plaque stained with flesh and blood from the carriage, the name engraved on the wooden plaque has long been blurred, each such wooden plaque symbolizes a soldier of the Canglan Legion, on weekdays, the soldiers wear name tags on their waists, day and night inseparable...... Now, these piles of wooden plaques will be transported to the martyrs' ancestral hall in Canglan County, and the owners of the wooden plaques are forever left in the south in the spring......

......

"Brother Huan, mourn!"

Haoqing, the prince of the demon clan who had taken off his battle armor, changed into a brocade robe and shuttled through the temporary camp where people came and went...... The unruly young master Qiong Chenghuan in the past has disappeared, and now Ji Huan is like a villain who has lost all his gambling books, with a hideous face and tears in his eyes.

"I knew you kid was coming to see me for a joke, hair!"

Laughing and scolding, Ji Huan quietly raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, turned his head side, and saw Hao Qingqiang sitting beside him with a happy face, the two looked at each other for a long time, and finally Hao Qing sighed and said softly: "I'm sorry to be a brother, it's really late......"

"Bang!" A punch that was not light or heavy hit Haoqing's shoulder, Ji Huan smiled and said: "Don't talk about these heart-piercing things, whether you come or not, Lao Tzu is the same as when you are brothers, we have a relationship between the two of us who grew up barefoot...... Take 10,000 steps back and say, your family's decision to send troops is not something you can control now, and if you say something unpleasant, your father can't make full decisions...... You can come, brother, I know you must have paid a huge price, this love, brother received, don't say anything else, let's see!"

"Hehe, I can let Young Master Huan receive a favor, this trip is really worth it!" took out the best fruit wine from his arms, Hao Qing first looked around vigilantly, and then secretly handed the wine to Ji Huan and said: "We two brothers haven't seen each other for many years, and it is really rare to be able to meet again in the south of Caiyun...... Hurry up, don't let them see it......"

"I know that your kid is famous, hahaha, Lao Tzu likes it!"

"Come on, come on, don't talk nonsense, do it!"

"!"

......

"Cousin!"

In the curtain filled with the smell of nasal medicine, Liu Gu, who was lying on the couch, opened his eyes, and endured the sharp pain from the wound, he wanted to sit up and lean closer to Liu Mo.

Stretching out his hand to press Liu Gu back down, Liu Mo breathed a long sigh of relief, "The doctor said that you should not move, but you can't open the wound......"

"How's the eldest brother?" Every time he spoke, Liu Gu felt extremely difficult, even though the torment of the bruises all over his body had made his forehead sweat rain, but he still endured it, endured the sadness, endured the pain, "How are the others?"

"Don't worry!" Pulling the blanket towards Liu Gu's neck for a few minutes, Liu Mo smiled faintly and said, "Everyone is fine...... You take good care of your injuries, Uncle Nine is still waiting for your family letter......"

"But...... The thirteenth uncle died...... Woowoo...... You were fine before you set out...... How do you say it's gone...... Woowoowoo...... hasn't said goodbye yet, and I haven't even had time to look at him again...... "The heart-rending colic made Liu Gu, who could no longer lift up the slightest strength, lie on the bed and burst into tears, crying like a child......

Facing Liu Gu's howl, Liu Mo smiled reluctantly, and the hot tears were like broken strings and jade beads in an instant, and they flowed down his cheeks full of vicissitudes without warning...... Except for Liu Chen, who has been living in Fancheng since he was a child, the generation of the Liu family can be regarded as being brought up by Liu Shisan, although there is no blood relationship, but those family ties that melt into the depths of the soul cannot be erased no matter what......

Once upon a time, every hour to evening, Liu 13 would take the young young masters and ladies of the Liu family to drive to the maple forest in the Tibetan Soldier Valley, walking on the winding and long ancient road of Jianshan, Liu 13 told them the stories of the ancestors of the Liu family, and accompanied them to study the mystery of listening to the mountains and rivers until they grew up...... is such an old man who almost responds to their needs, and at the last moment of his life, he still uses his residual warmth to protect this group of children until the dawn full of hope. (To be continued.) )