“Woo woo woo woo…”

The horn of retreating soldiers sounded, and the Qin men looked at each other. They turned around and began to clean up the battlefield and take away their companions' bodies without any delay.

They understood the idea of ​​Kuang Chengsi City Lord and were also considering Fang Xuan.

It's actually enough today.

They killed in front of the border of the Feixian Divine Dynasty, and Fang Xuan also broke the Feixian Pass for them, and the people of the Qin Dynasty were content.

The second jihad that people think of as the world did not break out.

The battle is over.

Today's war will be recorded in history and will be passed down by word of mouth.

Everyone remembered Fang Xuan.

His elegance and gentleness are memorable, and his strength and domineering are deeply rooted in people's hearts.

He stepped on the Feixian Pass with one foot and entered the country strongly to kill the saint.

How domineering and powerful this is.

Those who witness all this always sigh whenever they think of this moment, and their blood begins to boil.

future.

They have children and younger generations, and the scenery they see today is destined to be their capital for bragging.

It’s a blessing to see it!

The Feixian Divine Dynasty did not respond from beginning to end, nor did it stop it. It was not that he did not want to, but that he did not dare. Everything was because of Fang Xuan's existence, which made this long-standing Taoist silence.

"It's finally over."

In the Holy Land of Xiling, Lan Butterfly looked at Xuan Jing and murmured in a low voice.

At this moment.

The Qin army withdrew, and they walked very slowly and their pace was dim.

"It's over." Someone fell to the ground, his hands and feet were spasming and trembling, and he no longer had the strength.

The killing started at noon until late at night.

They have used all their energy until now, and even their blood and qi are exhausted. In the end, they even use their physical bodies to fight.

"Come on, give me your hand." Every time there is such a person, there must be similar words around you.

There are also strong people who give their few magic powers to the other party so that they can recover as soon as possible.

On the way back, bloody corpses could be seen everywhere, as if in the Avici Hell, you could see some scattered Qin people lying on them, panting.

Not everyone can hold on for so long. There are basically no weak people who can fight outside the Feixian Pass. Many people have low cultivation and naturally have worse physical strength than those of the strong. They have used up their last slightest strength and have no strength in their fingers.

Xiaodou is one of them.

He sat on a blood-stained rock, often looking into the distance from the corner of his eyes, and from time to time he could hear the shouts of killing that were almost weak and suddenly strong in his ears.

Where did the battle end and have you reached the border?

Xiaodou kept asking himself this question. He wanted to move very much and was eager to go to the battlefield again, but his legs were just out of control.

In fact, it was not just his legs, he didn't even have the strength to raise his head, otherwise he wouldn't have looked at it with his eyes. In the end, the scene in front of him was completely blurred. He was very tired, really tired, his eyelids were half-hung and half-hung and then opened, and finally he fell asleep.

In the dark consciousness, he felt that he was being picked up.

But he didn't know who it was, and he also felt that this was an illusion and his consciousness was hazy.

Tu Sinan hugged her face and covered her face with blood. The knife wound on her back was deeply visible. The little bean with her little finger was cut off, and the tip of his nose was sore.

"Go home." Tu Sinan whispered.

And on the battlefield.

Li Ding was walking back, and he persisted until the end, and no longer knew how he persisted.

He packed up the soldiers' bodies and started to do it very slowly, because walking a few steps would cause the wound to pull it, causing him to take a breath of cold air, and the wound on his chest and legs hurt.

Suddenly, his eyes paused and stopped in the air.

His eyes became blurred and tears emerged. He didn't cry even though he almost died a few times today, but now he really wanted to cry.

In the distance, a figure was anxiously looking for someone, deliberately looking for him in the direction of a region. His face was covered with blood and soil, and he was full of tension. Whoever glanced at him was looking at him? That was Uncle Liu Bu!

Li Ding knew that he was looking for him, and Uncle Liu Bu knew his team structure and was looking for him according to the approximate position of the team.

He could vaguely see Uncle Liu Bu moving, as if he was thinking something.

Although he couldn't hear it, he could know what he was saying, 'Where is the person... why isn't there... there won't be any trouble... there won't be any trouble...'

"Li Ding!" Liu Bu was surprised. He saw Li Ding and found this friend's child.

"It's fine if you're okay, it's fine if you're okay."

Liu Bu checked Li Ding.

"Uncle Liu Bu." Li Ding said, his voice choked and finally cried.

Uncle Liu Bu lost his entire right arm. He was obviously supposed to go back for treatment, but for him, he dragged his wounds to look for him on the battlefield.

"Why are you crying? I'm not dead."

Liu Bu looked at Li Ding's gaze direction, knew what Li Ding was thinking, and smiled and shook his head, "You can find a way if you have no hands. Just be there, just be someone, just be fine."

He patted Li Ding on the shoulder.

He attaches great importance to Li Ding. He is the child of Li Mu, his best brother in childhood, and the grandson of Mr. Li Si, whom he respects the most. How could he not take care of him? It can be said that Li Ding is his family, a family member on the battlefield.

Before Li Ding came, Liu Bu's wife and children were all in the pass, and the children were still young and his wife was taking care of him. He just had to concentrate on fighting. Now that Li Ding is here, he naturally has to take care of him.

"Uncle Liu Bu, let's go back."

Finally, theirs went back together.

On the other side.

In the battlefield, the corpse was in the sea of ​​blood, and the husband Liu Xing pulled the pile of corpses.

He finally dug out a man.

Lean soldier.

Liu Xing cried heartbrokenly. He patted the body of the lean soldier, like a kind of regret, "I told you to eat more and eat more, why don't you listen? Why don't you listen? If you eat more and you won't die, you won't die."

He cried loudly.

"Why don't you eat eggs? Damn it, maybe you won't die if you eat them. If you die, I will leave me alone in the pass. How can I find someone to scold me when I am bored? No one will accompany me." He said something swearing, and cursing and suffering.

Finally, he hugged the thin soldier tightly. He didn't scold him, and he couldn't continue to scold him, and only he could choke and cry.

The best friend is dead.

He will never have the chance to talk to him again, and he will no longer have to leave eggs for him.

Liu Xing wishes he could live.

He was still joking with him in the morning, and laughed and said that he would not die.

There are too many separations in life and death on the battlefield. They were unable to tell the pain at the first time and could only find it after the war. However, people were already dead. There were many thin soldiers who died in this war. The Qin Dynasty won, but the price of winning this war was to pay 500,000 people.

If Fang Xuan had not been there, then there would be more Da Qin soldiers who died, and it would be impossible for the current number of deaths.

One million and a half million people survived the Great Qin Divine Dynasty and five hundred thousand died. The result was that they almost wiped out the army of the Feixian Divine Dynasty.

Is it worth it to exchange for 500,000 for two million people?

Not worth it.

No Daqin person would say that this is worth it.

That is all life, they are not a number, and the value exchanged for life is priceless, and there is no so-called good or bad.

If there is no Fang Xuan.

How many people can be left after this battle? The flying immortal god’s pilgrimage arrow will cause countless casualties, or even none of them will be left. At that time, the city will be destroyed and the people will be killed.

Tianxian City Pass, the city gate is open!

One million and a half million people walked in with injuries, each helping each other.

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Dongdongdongdongdong...

The sound of the trumpet sounds and the drums beat. This is the sound of victory, and there is only this sound, and there is no so-called cheering and joy.

Who will cheer for the victory called with life?

Maybe one day they will cheer.

That day was the destruction of the Feixian Divine Dynasty. They would cheer and shout for the people of the Qin Dynasty who had died for millions of years. After endless years, they would speak for them at that time and shout out with their voices. At that moment, they would not shout for themselves, but only for the deceased!…

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