Nightfall Chapter 71: The setting sun is like blood, and the deep sea is like ink

The setting sun is like blood. Hua Ying, the pioneer general of the Northern Army in Datang Town, stood in the hunting wind, watching the smoke and dust gradually go away in the distance, and finally relaxed, staggering and being supported by Situ Yilan.

In the field more than a hundred miles outside the valley, blood and corpses were everywhere. It was just blown by the strong wind from the north for a whole day. The smell was not too heavy, but the world was still **** after all.

Preparations for this war started in the early morning, and the cavalry began to contact before noon, and they fought until twilight, before the final decision was made. Of course, it was Tang Jun who won the final victory.

The golden tent king’s cavalrymen suffered heavy casualties. They were unconscious, and several high priests sent to the front died in the melee. At the last moment, the young slave powerhouse Ada was forcibly recalled by the national teacher and escorted him. Loeb, who was seriously injured, retreated with the remnants, and escaped the fate of being crushed by an iron cavalry.

——General Xu Chi prepared seven hundred profound armor heavy knights for this young slave, and kept waiting on the edge of the battlefield, so that he would directly rush to death when he waited for the man behind.

The King's Court of the Golden Account was defeated northward, and the Tang army began to pursue it, and the Tang army began to sweep the battlefield.

This most tragic field battle in a thousand years has naturally created the most tragic battlefield. There are arms chopped off by Piaodao everywhere, corpses with open stomachs everywhere, and a pool of ebony blood everywhere. They were all disturbing mosquitoes, and there were painful moans everywhere.

Tang Jun’s medical team was constantly walking through the wilderness. The cavalry used their superb riding skills to carry the stretcher and sent the wounded robes to the barracks. The soldiers who were the most injured would be dragged back to the Guhe Junzhai with a cart. To do further governance, people are fighting for time and fighting for more people to survive.

Cleaning the battlefield has another important mission in addition to treating colleagues, collecting weapons and armors, that is, accepting surrenders, collecting prisoners and wounded soldiers who are unable to fight anymore. Hundreds of Tang troops walked with their horses In the wilderness, it is strange. But no prisoners can be seen.

A prairie barbarian was lying in the weeds, staring at the gloomy sky, his eyes were extremely desperate, his slightly undulating chest proved that he was not dead, and his pale face was covered with blood.

A shadow fell on his face, followed by a blade.

A golden tent cavalry was crushed by the corpse of his mount, and his broken rib pierced his lungs. Blood foam kept spraying from his lips, and he was inconvenient to die for a while, and wailed again and again in pain.

When he saw those Tang Jun holding blood-punished knives approaching, instead of fear and despair, he showed a look of joy, shouting something in prairie dialect. A look full of begging.

The ordinary soldiers of the Zhenbei Army can speak savagely. The Tang Jun who came by understood this sentence and looked at each other with some hesitation. At this moment, Wang Wu limped and walked over. , Raised the knife blankly. He directly hacked the dying golden tent cavalry to death and cut off his head by the way.

A Tang Jun said: "We just don't want to give him pleasure."

"It doesn't matter whether he hurts or not. I cut off his head, not to show my kindness, but...there are so many heads to cut, I don't have time to wait for you."

After saying this, Wang Wu led the war horse and walked to the meadow in front of where the dead bodies were denser. Behind him. A large vehicle followed, with the heads of prairie people on it.

Wang Wu and his comrades really didn't want to take pleasure in the severely injured prairie barbarians. The reason for doing so was not out of humanitarian considerations, but because they needed these heads.

They want the heads of these prairie people, it has nothing to do with the calculation of merit, purely because the general mansion issued an iron order. The heads of all prairie people must be chopped off and then concentrated.

As for taking prisoners...There are no prisoners on the battlefield today.

Looking at the surrounding fields, watching the **** setting sun and the **** world. A satisfied smile appeared on Hua Ying's pale cheeks, and then he coughed, his beard splattered with blood.

As a vanguard general, his achievements today are naturally the greatest, but he really doesn't care about these, and he knows very well that he doesn't need to care about these anymore.

"You should be very clear why I have been in the frontier for years."

Hua Ying's voice was a bit intermittent and looked very tired, but she had a clear spirit.

Situ Yilan remained silent and helped him sit firmly on the meadow.

The Hua family was loyal to Li Yu. In the battle for the throne a few years ago, he played a very disgraceful role, but was forcibly suppressed by Ning Que and Queen Xian. Huashan Mountain died and the Hua family quickly declined.

I believe that after this battle, the past will be forgotten.

But Huaying can hardly forget the past.

"School...or, Mr. Thirteen, really is a cruel and ruthless person."

Looking at the tragic scenes around him, he thought about the tragic experience of the Hua family, about the dozens of Gushan County Erlang who had been sent to the front to die, and shook his head.

"If he asks the Zhenbei Army to take over the wild horses in advance, even if only to talk to the general or me in advance, I don't think so many people will have to die in these three years."

Situ Yilan was silent.

As a student in the front yard of the college, as a former friend of Ning Que and a current follower, she disagrees with Hua Ying’s views, but at this moment she can’t explain anything, because for three whole years, because of lack of Because of the war horse, Tang Jun paid too much, and too many people died today.

"But...I like it very much." Hua Ying suddenly laughed.

He continued with admiration and emotion: "Golden account is really powerful... His method should be the least dead... But in the process, he must be cold to the end. Only in this way can he use the smallest I really admire him and sympathize with him."

This passage is very complicated, and even a bit unclear, but Situ Yilan understood it.

Hua Ying looked at the grassland in the twilight far away, at the smoke and dust, at the enemies who fled in a panic, and at the Peking University camp soldiers not far behind, and finally closed her eyes.

He still has a smile on his face, a satisfied smile.

Completely defeating the cavalry of the Golden Tent King Court, watching that talented and roughly Shan Yu and the unfathomable national teacher escape like a dog, is undoubtedly the best thing for a Tang general.

Being able to see this scene, it's natural to look down.

Situ Yilan reached out to his nose and stayed for a while. After a long silence, she finally let go and laid her body flat on the meadow, signaling the waiting military doctor to come forward and deal with it.

She stood up, still hunting in the wind.

In the fierce battle, Datang Wangqi was partially burned. Scorched black and ugly, but the golden thread inside is still dazzling and brilliant in the twilight, seeming to last forever.

She looked around under the flag of the wreck and looked north again.

The remaining forces of the Golden Tent Palace are fleeing northward with all their strength.

Zhenbei Army defeated the main force of the royal court. It does not mean annihilation.

Hua Ying didn't remind her before she died, and she didn't leave a last word that she must not let Shan Yu run away, because he knew very well that this time the Golden Tent King Court would not regain its vitality.

Because those people from the grasslands moved their tribe to the south, down Tainan.

If the prairie people still stay on the front line of the Seven Castles, instead of attacking with such fierce wildfires. Even if they are defeated, there is a great chance to escape back to the depths of the grassland, just like they did for hundreds of years.

In the vast grassland, it is extremely difficult to fight after the summer, and even harder to find. By then, it will be difficult for Tang Jun to wipe out the opponent. But now the people on the prairie are going too deep south, even through Xiangwanyuan, how can they escape back?

Situ Yilan does not believe that the prairie people can escape back, nor will they allow the prairie people to escape.

She looked at the messy smoke and dust in the north, and said: "Take a rest, and then prepare to pursue."

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It was noisy in the Pioneer Camp of the Zhenbei Army, and the smell of hemp was floating everywhere, in the row of iron furnace rooms to the east. The sound of beating weapons was endless, but not many people spoke.

The whole day of **** battle made the generals and soldiers exhausted to the extreme. Tang Jun also paid a terrible price. Even General Huaying eventually died of exhaustion due to blood loss-regaining hope in desperation. After a big victory over a strong enemy, the atmosphere in the barracks is naturally good. But it was relatively silent.

The flatst meadow behind the Pioneer Camp has been isolated, and it is quieter than the camp, so the sound of the black donkey chewing grapes is very clear.

Four brothers walked to the break. Pointing to the younger brother and younger sister, he introduced to the black donkey: "That is the sixth younger younger brother and the seventh younger younger sister. I started earlier than them and ranked fourth."

The black donkey is still very reserved, nodding without saying anything, but thinking in his heart, fortunately, it is not a sophomore or third, or if it is based on the entry time, wouldn't it be necessary to see them first?

The big dark horse shook his head, ran over happily, looked around, did not see the familiar figure, and immediately lowered his head, looking disappointed.

"I don't know where Junior Brother is." Senior Brother Si explained: "...In fact, since he left Chang'an City, no one knows his whereabouts."

In this **** and tragic battle, the mysterious national teacher has never made a move. At the beginning, he took over Shan Yu, and then quickly withdrew northward with Wang Ting's most elite and loyal 30,000 Duoer.

Or because of this, Ning Que didn't make a move, and he didn't show up until after the war. No one knew where he went, just like this past spring, he disappeared again.

The **** horse was a little lost, walking to the top of the meadow, watching the sun gradually being swallowed by the ground, silent, it knew that the sun was actually swallowed by the black sea in the north.

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The sun that never sets in the grassland was the emperor of the Huangren Empire at first, then the great priest of Guangming who founded the Demon Sect, and later it was Shanyu of the Golden Tent Palace.

Shan Yu always thinks that he is the sun, even if it goes down, he will still get up again tomorrow. But today he felt that it might be difficult for him to get up again.

Thirty thousand most loyal Duoer escorted him to Weicheng. General Loeb's injury stabilized and he recovered quickly with the help of the high priest. When the young slave Ada stood silently in front of his bed, he returned With enough strength and enough powerhouses, he also has a national teacher.

But he still feels like he is struggling on the cold bottom of the sea, suffocating at any time.

Because he is scared.

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(This chapter was revised.)