Speaking of the West Confrontation, after Chen Dao brought Liu Bei back to Pingcheng, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief and rested for a night. However, after everyone woke up the next day, it was really not optimistic about counting the losses between the departments.

When Qu Yi was in the battle, Chen Chong's troops had suffered thousands of casualties. With the tens of thousands of casualties of Liu Bei's right army, the entire Western Army had reduced its total number of more than 30,000 troops, and only about 140,000 soldiers could continue to fight. Although it was still a huge number, it seemed even worse in the face of the nearly 300,000 troops united by the Eastern Army and the Xianbei.

Compared with the losses of soldiers, the loss of the general Zuo of the Bafu was even more heartbreaking. Putting aside Chen Chong, Beigong Qi and others who died in battle, Liu Bei's right army was located in battle and killed the general Taishi Ci, the general She Jian of the Guardian General She Jian, the general Wei Chong and other generals of the Punishment Army, as well as Xi Lu, the chief of Yanmen Xiahou Zhan, and the general of Jinyang Siong Meng Guang were captured. These people have been fighting with Liu Bei for a long time and are very famous in the Bafu Mansion, but now they are all caught in the enemy's hands. Life and death are unknown. How can the generals in the palace not make them feel sad? Therefore, many of the generals in the army are afraid to fight and want to retreat, but they are limited to Chen Chong's prestige and dare not speak out.

Chen Chong was watching this undercurrent, but he did not make it clear. He thought: This battle is a battle of the country's foundation, and whoever retreats first will destroy themselves, so the retreat must never be carried out. But if he says frankly, it will probably be difficult to arouse the soldiers' fighting spirit, and it will cause dissatisfaction among the generals. Therefore, after some consideration, he ordered the generals to recuperate for a while, and planned to wait until Liu Bei wakes up and think about his other methods.

On the same day, Chen Chong sent envoys to the Dongren camp, claiming that he would send thousands of people to clean the battlefield and collect the bodies of the soldiers, hoping that the two armies would be able to make a temporary quit on this day. After hearing this, Cao Cao happily agreed and smiled at the envoy: "Tell Tingjian, I have been friends since I was a child, why should I make the world fight? If he leads the crowd to surrender, his power will definitely not be inferior to today."

The news reached the Western Army, which caused an uproar, and everyone saw that there was a sense of disagreement. But Chen Chong laughed and replied in public: "Meng De is kind-hearted. Unfortunately, he is full of blood and debts. Even if he now binds himself, I am afraid that he will not be able to save his life." Then he regained peace in the army.

For Chen Chong, this was just a small episode, and he did not take this matter to heart. The next day, he personally led thousands of people to the battlefield to collect the bodies.

The autumn is shining brightly and the heat has not yet subsided. When Chen Chong returned to the battlefield the day before yesterday, the entire battlefield began to emit a strong smell of corpse. The autumn grass is still green and the yellow flowers are still bright, but the death aura on the entire battlefield is already overflowing with slaughter, which makes the Westerners who are preparing to pick up the corpse feel fear and drowsy, and makes everything in the world fall into bleakness.

The people in the West began to carry bodies.

They first opened the armored neck to find the name of the deceased. According to convention, the soldiers would write the name on the armored neck to facilitate the officers and their families to claim it. Then they wrapped the body in linen cloth, wrote the name of the deceased on the linen cloth, then moved it into a carriage, and transported it back to the eastern suburbs of Pingcheng, where more than 10,000 people were digging large pits, and when they arrived, they would bury and erect the monument.

As for most corpses without names, the Westerners had to cremate on the spot. In order to prevent fire from happening, they stood the bonfire of the burning corpses beside the pool where Taishici died in battle, with a total of five. In order to rest as soon as possible, the Westerners often burned hundreds of corpses together, and the pungent smell was scattered and vaguely heard from miles away. But even so, they were not burned during the day, and until late at night, it was still as bright as daytime.

At this time, the previous group of people were already extremely tired, so they were replaced by Chen Chong and transferred Liu Bao and others to continue. Chen Chong did not go back to rest, but sat by the bonfire to look at the night around him. The sky was thin like a veil, and the stars flashed lightly and darkly, the sky was like a cover, and the sky was vast, and inexplicably blue smoke rose up, and gradually spread out by the mountain wind. The wind blew onto the military uniform, making people feel a sudden coldness. Only then did people realize that dewdrops had appeared on the clothes.

There are low bushes everywhere in the countryside, and it is easy to see pairs of bright eyes looking at this side. Looking at the foot of the mountain, there are blue phosphorescence like stars in Shandong. Some people say that they are either foxes or jackals. They come out to find food at night, but they are disturbed by others. Others say that there are so many people who died in the last battle, so I am afraid it is not a ghost that disturbs the underground. The soldiers sing again, maybe they are chasing blessings for their dead comrades. The scene adds a bit of darkness and desolation.

At this time, someone said that the Westerners' bodies would be cleaned up in about two hours, but there were still many dead eastern people on the ground. Seeing that the east side had no idea of ​​cleaning up, they asked Chen Chong what to do. Chen Chong thought for a while and said, "They are all pitiful people who can't help but burn them."

So the people in the West set up two more campfires to burn them. The heat waves here rose and fell, and it was even better than the scorching heat in June. Chen Chong couldn't sit down, so he stood up and went to a small slope to blow the air. It was just a sudden heat and cold. At this time, he felt a cool feeling in his body. The fracture of his right hand, which was clamped with branches, was even more painful like a needle. But after a while, the pain subsided again. At this time, Chen Chong suddenly heard the sound of a slut.

Chen Chong has been familiar with Han folk music for a long time, but he rarely listens to Hu Zi. At this time, he hears the sounds in his ears, sometimes clear and long, sometimes profound and vicissitudes, which are quite similar to the Guanlong Qin Opera, but they are different from it. The rhythm is slow and there is a hurry, and the melody is resentful and forgiven. The sound reaches a high place, and the sadness and tragic plays together. The sorrow and anger are intertwined, and it seems that there is a feeling of hearing a chicken dancing with a sword, listening to the drum stepping on the formation.

After listening carefully, Chen Chong felt familiar with the tune, as if he had heard it somewhere. He recalled carefully that the sound of Huzhai was slow, as if he gradually returned to the road to the river bend. The frozen river seemed to extend to the north sky traces, the sky and the earth were gray and dull, and the plants withered and withered. There were only a few tombs made of stones along the way, standing among the north wind and grass. At that time, there were not many followers around him, but they were all close friends. Now, when he heard Huzhai again, it was like a deceased person waving to himself and becoming apart, and from then on, the yin and yang were separated.

Chen Chong finally couldn't help but burst into tears and said to himself with regret: "A hundred years of life, how many unintentional separations are made? Is it a blessing or a regret to live in the world?"

He immediately asked someone to go and call the soldiers who were blowing the squads, but they were a young Jiehu man with green eyes. The man wore a cloak outside and a short knife hanging on his waist. Although he was an infantryman, his feet were wearing Hu-style deerskin boots commonly found among knights. Chen Chong asked him: "Which family are you from? What's your name?"

The man replied in fluent Chinese: "I am from Sheyan, Shangjun. My real name is Shi Xieyiyu, and now I am renamed Shi Xiu."

"Oh? What does Shisang have to do with you?"

"I am the uncle in the lower class."

It turned out to be considered an old friend's relative. Chen Chong felt a little kind in his heart and asked him, "Does the song you just played have a name?"

Shi Xiu replied: "This is a song written by our ancestors who came from the Western Regions to Longshang. The song is called "Sheyan Zhizhan Song". It not only mourns those companions who died of illness and masturbates, but also masturbates and will eventually reach their goal one day."

It turned out to be a poem about "The Road Is Difficult" by Hu people. Chen Chong nodded secretly after hearing this and naturally said, "This reminds me of a poem from Youzhou."

Seeing Shi Xiu confused, he continued, "The author of this poem is the same hometown as the general. He was only famous at a young age, but did not enter the officialdom. He died of both his wife and mother. But his poems are like green pine in the snow and Ganoderma lucidum in the mud. It can be seen that his body is in a humble house and his heart is in the nine provinces, which is quite touching."

After saying that, he couldn't help but recite:

"Gingerchid lucidum is born in Hezhou, and it is shaken because of the Hongbo. How late is Lan Rong? Severe frost is exhausted.

I am sad that the two fragrant grasses do not plant Taishan. The literary quality is precious, and the time is used to be used for good fortune.

Jiang Guan was the leader of Hengzhai, saying that friendship is magnificent and glamorous. He did not need to be wise and went far away to Jingnansha.

Holding jade and riding a dragon horse, you will not be happy and harmonious. How can you get Kong Zhongni and be the four subjects of the world?"

This is Li Yan's other poem "Poems on Expressing Aspirations". Unlike the first poem that Liu Bei loved, he no longer has the appearance of things and transcends the world. Instead, he can only sigh on his own life experience, suffering from uselessness, and it is also a pity that he is sad, so he cannot pass on the previous poem. But when Chen Chong thought about it at this time, he could clearly feel that there is a kind of life and death in it, and the spirit of magnifying mountains and rivers.

After the body of the Eastern People was burned, it was almost dawn the next day. Chen Chong asked someone to bury the ashes into the ground separately and each erected a monument. The Westerner wrote: "The soldiers are loyal and spiritual, and will always be remembered in my heart." The Guandong part wrote: "The common people are innocent and will save water and fire." Then he slowly returned to Pingcheng.

By this time, Liu Bei was also awake. Zhang Zhongjing took his pulse with him in the room, while Chen Chong, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei and others were sitting aside waiting.

After Zhang Zhongjing finished writing the prescription, Chen Chong stepped forward and asked him, "How is Xuande's health?" Zhang Zhongjing replied, "That is, the general's injuries are not serious. The general's coma these two days is mainly because of hard fighting, physical fatigue, and not enough food. In fact, the injury is probably not as serious as the dragon's head." Chen Chong covered his right hand and spoke speechlessly.

After Zhang Zhongjing handed the prescription to the maid and left with great strides, Chen Chong slowly closed the door and the room was clear. Chen Chong went to see Liu Bei on the couch, and saw him half-sitting against the wall, reclining his eyes and pondering.

Chen Chong stepped forward and briefly described the current situation in the army with him, and asked: "Xuande, now there are few casualties in the army, so I am afraid that I can't suppress the group discussion. I'm afraid you have to make the decision in the end. You said, where should you go next?"

When Liu Bei heard this, his eyes suddenly widened and he replied in a sonorous tone: "Since we have already joined the battle, so many soldiers have died in vain, how can we retreat? Didn't I have a vow before the war? Only one of Cao Cao and I can live here!"

Seeing his words provoking and fighting spirit was like fire, Chen Chong felt relieved in his heart, and then responded with a sigh: "Since Xuande has this heart, the world is not stable!"
Chapter completed!