Twenty-eight thousand versus seventy thousand.

This is the situation Li Chen faced after arriving at Luofengpo.

Before the war, Li Chen had visited Luofengpo for inspection. However, Luofengpo was not only beautiful, but it was also a refreshing mountain scenery in the snow. However, when Li Chen came to Luofengpo this time, he saw devastation in front of him.

Li Chen could hardly recognize that this was the original Luofengpo.

The original white snow has been covered up by burnt black and red. The burnt black is due to the flames of war, while the red is because human blood has not been processed for a long time after it soaked into the soil, so it mixed with the soil and became an indistinguishable mass.

At this time, it was during the intermission of the war between the two sides. After all, people need to rest, and each other also needs some time to collect the corpses and adjust morale to prepare for the next wave of battles.

Li Chen was accompanied by Wu Banshan, Su Pingbei and Guzailuo. The four of them walked all the way with serious expressions.

The grassroots soldiers below were still in high spirits. Anyone who saw Li Chen coming would try their best to show their best spirit and salute and greet him.

Li Chen, on the other hand, responded one by one. Even if he was the most ordinary soldier, he would look at him with encouragement and go up to say a few words to anyone who was injured.

This is indeed a show, but showing off is only one of the purposes, and more comes from Li Chen's sincerity.

This kind of greeting and concern for everyone gave the soldiers great encouragement.

After condolences to some wounded soldiers, Li Chen suddenly asked Guzailo: "I found that most of the wounded are Daqin soldiers. Why are there so few soldiers from the Guza tribe?"

Wu Banshan and Su Pingbei both looked at Guzailo curiously. After Guzailo developed extremely efficient guerrilla tactics, no one in the Qin army would question Guzailo's command level and loyalty.

Guzailo said calmly: "If I tell you, Your Highness, most of the warriors of the Guzailo tribe have died in the battle."

Li Chen was stunned.

At this time, a stretcher happened to be carried by. When the soldiers carrying the stretcher saw Li Chen and his party, they hurriedly stepped aside and planned to put down the stretcher and kneel down to give way, but Li Chen took a step ahead to stop them.

Li Chen saw a warrior from the Guza tribe on the stretcher.

He was missing a leg and had two deep stab wounds on his abdomen. From the holes, his blood-red intestines could still be seen moving.

Even so, the soldier still lived tenaciously.

Li Chen took a breath, ignored the blood, held the hand of the Guza tribe warrior, and asked: "What's your name?"

But what Li Chen answered was a string of words that he couldn't understand.

Guzailo immediately said: "He said his name is Guzabalekleg, which means fish in Guza language."

"There are fish in Guza..."

Li Chen shook his hand heavily, then waved and said, "Send him away for treatment."

After speaking, Li Chen took the people aside to make way for them.

This scene made many soldiers around them have red eyes.

Your Highness, the Crown Prince, made way for a wounded soldier, a foreign soldier. How many people in the past and present could do such kindness?

The soldiers carried the stretcher away, but Li Chen's mood became heavier and heavier.

Turning around, he asked Guzailo a question.

"If we continue like this, no matter how we win or lose in the end, your Guza tribe will be wiped out. Have you not considered this issue?"
Chapter completed!