Late night is like daytime.

The entire Yan people's rear army has now become a sea of ​​fire. The wind of Zhao has never favored outsiders. The wind of Zhao is loyal to the will of warriors. The dry food and grass have burned into flames, swallowing one adjacent chariot after another, or people. The Yan people and soldiers fled everywhere, and the original desertion situation was already very serious. Now, the Yan people's rear army has bombed camps again, and there are far more people who kill each other and die than those killed by the Zhao people.

The morale of the army was disintegrating, and the Yan people who traveled a long distance could not stand such an attack.

The rear army of the Yan people did not form a solid city wall to stop the Zhao people as Li Fu ordered. Instead, they collapsed first. Only the cavalrymen who came to support from the central army bit the Zhao people tightly. However, the Zhao people did not evacuate together. They evacuated in different places. The original number of people was not large. After they separated, they charged towards the dense forest. When they lost the bonfire and flames, these foreigners who did not understand geography had no way to chase the Zhao people.

Li Fu commanded the central army to command, the chariots charged, and the infantry followed, as if they had two arms stretched out from the central army and wrapped the entire rear army. After finally joining together and surrounding the entire rear army, Li Fu then ordered to narrow the encirclement and leave all the Zhao people behind! The Yan soldiers held spears in their hands, and moved in an orderly manner, constantly approaching the rear army. The encirclement became smaller and smaller, but when the soldiers came to the closest place, they did not see the living Zhao people.

The burning sounded a little harsh. The soldiers of the rear soldiers were hurrying to put out the fire. The ground was full of corpses, including Zhao people, Yan people, and one food truck after another placed together, but at this moment, they were already swallowed by the flames. Li Fu looked at the flames blankly, and his whole body was trembling. The commander in charge of protection walked to Li Fu's side. His face was covered with dust. The tears shed washed the gray and black, revealing two clean tears.

"General... the food and grass are gone, all are gone... they are gone..." He just said repeatedly, tears couldn't help falling, and the short sword in Li Fu's hand fell. He grabbed the Duwei's neck and shouted fiercely: "Who asked you to use a grain cart to join the camp?! Why put the grain cart outside?!" The Duwei was grabbed by his neck, just crying, but he didn't say anything, Li Fu suddenly threw him away.

The flames brought warmth, but the heart of the chest was so cold.

My whole body was cold.

Zhao Kuo was still on the horse's back. This was a fragile era. From armor to weapons, they were all so fragile. If the spear just stabs the enemy, it would easily break. The short sword was even more so. After just a few slashes, it could not hold on. However, in this fragile era, there were a group of the hardest people. Zhao Kuo held the horse's neck tightly with both hands. The baptism of the cold wind kept him awake. He still remembered everything he ordered.

He still remembered the place where he was going to gather in the end. He had been familiar with this dense forest for many days, but in the middle of the night, he was really unable to identify the direction. However, he did not hesitate or stop. The horse was running wildly, shuttled through the dense forest. Gradually, Zhao Kuo could hear some horse hooves, and several knights appeared behind him. They were covered in scars and could not hide the joy of seeing Ma Fuzi again.

They shouted, using Zhao Kuo's familiar words. When Zhao Kuo saw Wang Fan, Wang Fan followed him on his left side. Zhao Kuo stretched out his left hand and took the flag from his hand. Wang Fan was stunned. Zhao Kuo slowly raised the flag. The flag was already very broken, with residual blood and burned embers. Under the bright moonlight, the two big words of horse suit seemed so ferocious. Zhao Kuo's throat rolled. He wanted to shout victory, but could only roar like a wild beast.

More and more knights came one after another, and everyone followed Zhao Kuo, Zhao Fu, Zhuo Handan, and Zhao Bu. They didn't say a word, but just rode a horse and followed the horse to the bus.

Finally, we arrived at an empty highland, which was the deepest part of the dense forest. There was a stone. Zhao Kuo asked everyone to help cloth around for easy identification. Zhao Kuo stepped on his horse and neighed. This was the way to appear in Handan's construction practice countless times. Zhao Kuo did it accidentally. Zhao Kuo's horse was also very tired, very tired. He lowered his head, gasped, and did not move. Zhao Kuo rode the horse, turned around and looked at everyone.

The knights stopped one after another and looked at Zhao Kuo firmly. Zhao Kuo was counting their number. There were only fifty-three knights standing in front of Zhao Kuo. A severe pain came from Zhao Kuo's heart. This pain was far greater than the scars suffered on his body. He gritted his teeth and said nothing for a long time. The speech he had thought of for victory also came to an abrupt end, and Zhao Kuo fell into silence.

A horse slowly walked to Zhao Kuo. Handan Zao lowered his head and rode the horse. He raised his head and his face turned extremely pale.

"General...we won?"

"Win." Zhao Kuo nodded.

Handan Zao laughed, then his face subsided. He fell from the horse's back. Zhao Kuo suddenly jumped off the horse and rushed towards Handan Zao. Everyone dismounted. Handan Zao fell on the ground and was covered with feather arrows on his back. Zhao Kuo trembled and rushed to him, hurriedly picked him up, shouting: "Who knows the doctor? Go and call the doctor!! Hurry up!!"

Handan moaned in pain. He looked at Zhao Kuo with fear and tears in his eyes.

"General...I'm going to die? I'm going to die??I don't want to die, General, I'm afraid, I'm going to die....Save me, I don't want to die...I..." Handan Zao shouted in a hurry, Zhao Kuo hugged him tightly, "No, you won't die, I'll save you, you won't die...Don't worry, it's okay." Handan Zao opened his mouth and breathed violently, "It hurts so much, it hurts...General...I...I can't breathe...I...please...Save me...Save..."

"Father...Mother..." Handan Zao's whole body twitched violently, bleeding continued to overflow from the corners of his mouth, his face gradually solidified, his eyes stared at Zhao Kuo blankly, tears suddenly slipped from his eyes, but he could no longer move.

"No...no...no..." Zhao Kuo cried loudly in his arms while holding Handan Zao. The knights slowly lowered their heads. Zhao Fu closed his eyes and sighed. However, Zhao Bu, a friend of Handan Zao, was kneeling on the ground at this moment, crying. Zhao Kuo cried his hands without stopping tears, as if a blade had cut through his heart. The heart-wrenching pain made Zhao Kuo breathing in pain.

"A man with a slight belly!! I will kill you!!!"

.........

In the depths of the dense forest, there was an extra grave.

The war was not over yet, and Zhao Kuo could not take away the corpses made by Handan. The cemetery was dug very deeply, in order to avoid the beasts defiling the corpses made by Handan. Zhao Kuo personally dug out the cemetery for him. Handan was buried under the soil, and everyone piled them up in circles with stones and inserted branches. Zhao Kuo stood in front of the grave, without saying a word, seeing off for Handan. The knights lit a bonfire. They had just experienced a fight and were very tired and needed a rest.

In the following days, sixteen more knights arrived here. They were chased too quickly and could only take a detour back here. Around the built in Handan, there were a few more graves made of stones. However, there were no corpses in these graves. Their corpses remained in the Yan people's camp. Zhao Kuo cut off his wine bags and fell down one by one in front of many graves.

Zhao Fu stood in the distance, looking at Zhao Kuo, who was bandaged all over. Zhao Kuo was injured a lot. He took the lead and charged forward. Zhao Fu was a little scared when he looked at the dense wounds. During the treatment, Zhao Kuo was silent and said nothing, as if these pains were nothing at all. Seeing Zhao Kuo sitting in front of the grave, Zhao Fu finally walked to his side and sat down.

"Why isn't the one who died..." Zhao Kuo murmured.

"What did you say?" Zhao Fu didn't hear it clearly, and he asked.

Zhao Kuo frowned, slowly stood up, looked at Zhao Fu and said, "Let the soldiers rest for another day, tomorrow, rush to Bai Ren at full speed."

"only!"

In front of the grave, a line of large characters was carved with a short sword.

The bravest warrior, sleep here.
Chapter completed!