Zheng Zhi looked at the wounded soldiers bandaged all over the ground, his face was condensed. Five hundred tribes, two hundred and thirty-seven were killed, sixty-nine wounded soldiers on the ground, and one hundred and ninety-four were left.

The two hundred wings army were all busy at this time, and they arranged the wounded soldiers, gathered their horses, killed the wounded soldiers of the Qiang people, took off the enemy's iron armor, gathered the enemy's weapons, and cut off the enemy's heads.

A total of 670 Qiang people were found, more than 500 Tang Xiang and Jian horses, and iron armored weapons were ignored.

Each of them got a small bowl of strong wine and drank it all in one go. It was not that Zheng Zhi was unwilling to give more good wine, but that the wounded soldiers had to use strong wine to wash the wounds. Even the remaining more than a hundred people had countless wounds of all sizes and sizes.

The stove fire rose, and the logistics army built a pot to make rice, but they could not smell the fragrance. The only thing that filled the air was a faint blood.

"Young Master, can you tell who Wei Ming Renming is?" Zheng Zhi and Tong Guan sat on the ground.

"Weiming family? That golden armor is Weiming family? No wonder..." When Tong Guan heard this surname, he didn't know that this was a royal family of the Western Xia family. At this time, Tong Guan understood why these soldiers of the Dangxiang were so brave.

Zheng Zhi did not answer the conversation, and Tong Guan then said, "Wei's name is Li!"

"Li Yuanhao?" Zheng Zhi blurted out that Li Yuanhao was Li Yuanhao.

"It's this Li, Li of Li of Li of the Tang Dynasty! This son should not be let go today. Renming, the name Ren is the nephew of the Emperor Li Qianshun of the Western Xia." Tong Guan heard Wei Ming Renming, and only felt regretful. If he caught this person, it would be a merit of storm.

"I will definitely kill this guy next time I meet you." Zheng Zhi answered, but he didn't want to pay too much attention. It was a blessing to be able to win. How could I think about it more?

"Okay, next time I take this guy's head in the battle formation and send it to Tokyo, the official family will definitely have a great reward. Even if he is a state governor, this governor can also help you." Tong Guan said this, not to draw a cake for Zheng Zhi, but to really win over Zheng Zhi. At this time, Zheng Zhi seemed to have become a support in Tong Guan's heart.

"My husband, the generals suffered heavy casualties at the end of this time. When you go back to Weizhou, please feel more comforting." Zheng Zhi looked at Tong Guan, who was sitting next to him, and said these words in a low voice.

"This is natural. Sacrifice for the country and treat it well." Tong Guan didn't think this was difficult. These people died in front of him, and it was natural that they were no longer a problem to comfort him.

"Thank you for your kindness!" Zheng Zhi thanked again.

Most of the cities in the northwest prefectures have a place where widows live. Zheng Zhi also entered the imperial guards and gradually learned that there is also such a place in the west of Weizhou City where orphans and widows live, most of whom are the families of the fallen soldiers.

However, this orphan grew up and would join the imperial guards again and join the battle formation again. This tradition has lasted for seventy or eighty years. Today, most of the soldiers who died in battle also have their fathers who died. This is the soul of the Western Army.

Several military men brought two bowls of rice. After Zheng Zhi and Tong Guan took it, they fed on the ground, and there were water bags next to them.

Tong Guan was roughly used to this kind of life when he was patrolling the border. Tong Guan was born in poverty and was forced to enter the palace by himself at the age of 20. Such people are already ruthless and tenacious, and they suffer hardships that others cannot bear, and they will become more and more powerful to enjoy their happiness.

The setting sun is like blood, the Weiru River is still sparkling, and countless vultures hover in the sky, and the northwest is unique to this desolation and bleakness.

Everyone camped overnight by the Weiru River, beside the corpses on the ground. They really didn't have the strength to camp in other places.

The next morning, we set off for the camp and patrol the border to the end. We didn't have to look at the fortress anymore, and everyone headed straight to Pingxia City.

Zheng Zhi sent a message from the Xiang army, and veteran Liu Fa received the battle report last night and had a general understanding of the past and subsequent events. He was even more respectful of Zheng Zhi.

Even after hearing a thousand strong vests, Liu Fa knew what kind of enemy Zheng Zhi had encountered. Liu Fa also felt a little better about Tong Guan. Tong Guan actually agreed to let Zheng Zhi fight. In Liu Fa's opinion, he was very brave and more confident in the next battle.

After entering Pingxia, Tong Guan started a long talk with Liu Fa. He first talked about this encounter. Tong Guan also had many questions.

After the talk, Tong Guan also had his own insights. This fortress needs to be built more, and it needs to continue to be built north, and it needs to be built larger and faster, and even build a solid city to be built north.

Liu Fa obviously agreed, and the two had a consensus. However, in the eyes of these things, there was only one problem in the two, that is, money, grain and manpower. Obviously, only Tong Guan has the ability to solve this problem.

I continued to set off, and after more than ten days of itinerary, I finally returned to Weizhou.

The horses are wrapped in corpses, and this ending seems to be not the worst. At least the corpse returns. The northwest has been fighting with Xixia for hundreds of years. In the battle between the victory and defeat, how many people have been in the wilderness.

Everyone was crying loudly at the gate of the city. The women and children found their husbands and father's body and pounced on them, and they were reluctant to get up for a long time. There were also many white-haired people who gave them a miserable miserable.

Zheng Zhi dismounted with Tong Guan, and Xiaozhong stood aside, unable to say a word of comfort.

The heads of the level 670 Qiang people slowly hung onto the top of the city. Such honor seemed to give a little comfort to the whole audience.

After a while, countless large boxes were carried into the open space by the imperial guards. They were all silver and copper coins inside, and Xiaozhong directly arranged for people to carry them out from the treasury of the Jingliufu, and they were sent on the spot.

Tong Guan also repeatedly provided protection, and in a few days he would make another payment in his yamen. Even Zheng Zhi had an idea in his mind, and he would make up for another payment for comfort in the future.

If there is a comparison, compared with other roads and prefectures, this comfort is really rich. If it is compared with the Jingkang War more than ten years later, it will be even more favorable to heaven. If the Jingkang War is in more than ten years later, there will be no emperor or ministers, so where can there be these pensions?

After crying for a while, a group of teenagers slowly gathered at the city gate. These teenagers looked like teenagers, with sadness and anger on their faces, and tears were also hung on them.

After gathering twenty or thirty young men, they ran towards Zheng Zhi.

When they got closer, all twenty or thirty teenagers knelt on the ground, and a leading teenager shouted: "Mr. Xiaozhong, General Zheng, the young men are going to join the imperial guards, and they are going to kill Qiang dogs. They are going to avenge their fathers. Please be kind."

The boys kneeling down and bowed to him all expressed their expressions of grief and anger, and the light of hatred was even more emitting fire in their eyes.

Zhong Shidao nodded and said, "Your father followed General Zheng to fight and returned with great victory. He made great achievements for our Song Dynasty. You should also follow General Zheng."

"Thank you for your grace. The young people will definitely fight to fight to sacrifice to their father's spirit in heaven." After saying that, the leading young man turned to look at Zheng Zhi, with hope on his face.

"Who do you call me?" Zheng Zhi was moved, but he was even more sad, thinking too much. Later generations said that the Han people had lost their courage since the Tang Dynasty. Perhaps there were many slaves in the Han people, but there were also such backbones. A man from the Yang family died and a woman went into battle. Isn't this bravery?

At that last moment, China was in turmoil, the mountains and rivers were broken, Japanese pirates swept half of China, the Central Plains were all mourned, and how many people were there to sacrifice to China blood!

Zheng Zhi, a military army in later generations, couldn't help but shed tears at this time. I think that he died in his previous life, and some people were also crying for him.

"Little Gai Yi! I am willing to lead the horse and fall into stirrups for General Zheng and stand bravely on the front line." The young man bowed down, and his heart was filled with countless courage and passion. He was a street slut, but he grew up at the city gate today.

"Your father Gai Wu has killed countless enemies. Even if you get a few stabs, you are still brave enough to kill several people. Even if you fall to the ground, Qiang Gou dares not come forward to fight again. His son inherits his father's business, and he is determined to be strong." When Zheng Zhi heard that his surname is Gai, he knew that Gai Yi was Gai Wu's son. Gai Wu was very brave and followed him. This scene was also seen by Zheng Zhi with his own eyes. At this time, it was also inspiring Gai Yi.

"The young one will definitely not lose his father's face!" At this time, there was less sadness on Gai Yi's face, and more glory. Having such a father, being a son and a man is a great glory.

"Okay, I'll make the decision. From now on, you will be the master of Shi Dutou, practice unparalleled martial arts, kill more enemies, and comfort the spirits of the ancestors in heaven." Zheng Zhi saw that this young man, Gai Yi, had a well-proportioned and tall body, had a tendon muscle, and spoke with different words than ordinary boys. His sentences were all written in words, and he was obviously able to read. His father had just died in the battle formation, but he really didn't want the young man to get rid of his body in the future. He could find him a master like Shi Jin, and he could have more ways to save his life.

When Gai Yi heard the words, he searched around and forth, and saw Shi Jin, he went forward and bowed down and called him the master.

Shi Jin could not refuse. After receiving three bows, he encouraged him a few words, and then handed over the iron spear in his hand and asked his apprentice to carry it on his shoulders.
Chapter completed!