I held it in for a night... No, Xiao Wuhen, who had been in a long time, finally became proud.

When he rushed into the battlefield, he was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. He was practicing swordsmanship, so each sword could take away the lives of one or even several enemy soldiers.

Gradually he also discovered that the enemy troops seemed to have no intention of fighting and were slaughtering.

After a while, the enemy had retreated into the camp.

"Xiao Wuhen, chase, chase until dawn!"

The sound of the bright moon came from the walkie-talkie. Xiao Wuhen looked up and saw that the golden lotus had risen to the top of his head.

"Get orders!"

"Brothers, follow me all the way to chase me until dawn! I will never return until Loulan is destroyed!"

Xiao Wuhen roared, and he crossed the corpse on the ground and rushed into the enemy's tent first.

...

It's dawn.

Mingyue re-hardened the golden lotus and returned to the banks of the Minjiang River.

The battle here has long ended. The enemy has only about 100,000 people crossing the river, but they have to face the encirclement of a large army of 250,000, and they have no choice but to retreat.

The Minjiang River did not completely thaw, and there were floating ice everywhere, and of course more... were corpses.

About 15,000 enemy soldiers were drowned or frozen to death on this ice river. Their bodies were densely packed and filled the entire river.

The more than 100,000 enemy troops on the enemy base camp were almost defeated after the army of three towns led by Xiao Wuhen entered the battlefield. Xiao Wuhen's 100,000 people clenched the enemy's butt for a night. The enemy finally fled to the small town in the center of the Forgotten Plain.

Nearly 80,000 people were killed and red-eyed, the army of the three towns was wiped out on the way to pursue.

In the commander's tent, the bright moon sat in front of the hall, and below were more than ten chief officials.

“Speak for the next deployment.”

Mingyue glanced at the generals from all walks of life, and she said lightly: "The third town, the second town temporarily withdraws from the battle and returns to the four clan city to rest."

As soon as these words came out, Scar, who had been burying his head, suddenly stood up, and his eyes were red, roaring: "Boss, why do you want us to go back?"

At the same time, Mushan also stood up and said, "Marson, we won't go back!"

Mingyue frowned slightly and said, "You have suffered too much casualties and need rest and replenishment."

Under the light, the scar on Scar's face was unprecedentedly ferocious: "But we can still fight! Although there are only less than nine thousand left in 30,000 people, but..."

"Stop talking!" Mingyue raised her eyebrows and scolded, "Are you still afraid that you will not have any credit?"

Scar was stunned and shouted to Mingyue for the first time in his life: "Boss, am I a greedy person? I want to avenge those dead brothers! Shanshan died, Haji died, Sorenta died, Bibiji died... All the old guys who came to fight Qiufeng on the hillside to fight Qiufeng were dead!"

As he said that, Scar touched his eyes, tears rolled down his cheeks. He choked and said, "I have claimed to have killed enough people in my life. I have been to the Balkans, to Afghanistan, and have seen too many life and death. I have brought Xiaowu and other brothers back almost in the sea of ​​fire... I thought I would be safe here, but unexpectedly... the brothers who had just met for half a year have disappeared again."

"Boss, I don't accept it and can't swallow this. I saw Haji's head being cut off with a knife. I saw Bibiji being cut off half of his body. When he died in my arms, I said I wanted to avenge him!"

"The boss lady..."

At this time, Xiao Wuhen, who was sitting beside him, patted his back gently and whispered: "Brother Scar, I have avenged you... Less than 20,000 enemies can escape, and almost all of them are wiped out."

Mingyue's frown slowly unfolded.

She looked around the group of generals. Although she won the final victory today, a total of 400,000 people participated in the battle. In the end, nearly 30,000 soldiers died, and the wounded were as high as 50,000...

Among them are the seriously injured who don’t know if they can survive.

Although such a loss of war cannot be said to be a tragic victory, it is definitely not a great victory!

I am afraid of comparison in everything. You must know that these generals have almost never fought a war... and have only fought two games in this life, both in the last month.

So, the only thing they can compare is the previous battle.

The previous game, the coalition forces directly defeated the 700,000 army at a slight cost of 5,000 casualties...

And this time, 300,000, no, 400,000, and against 300,000 others, nearly 100,000 casualties occurred! This has to be said, the comparison is really a bit cruel.

You should know that the last time Scar's third town rushed to the front, but his losses were only a few hundred people...

Mingyue slowly stood up, she looked up at the top of the tent, and after a few seconds of silence, she whispered: "You have never fought a war, and I don't know what the war is going on..."

"In general, wars in the era of cold weapons, especially those of us who are alive and dead, will never suffer small casualties. This is the case in the Wu and Yue wars in the past, and the Zhuolu battles are the same..."

"We have no communication with the enemy, so we can only fight to the end."

"If it weren't for the 80,000 casualties, maybe it would be the last to continue to fight, and we could only stand about 100,000 people."

"I understand your feelings, but what we are most likely to face next is that those countless dead souls with the enemy's regular troops will be reorganized again. At least half a year later, we will have already reached the capital of Wuxian Kingdom."

"So...who do you want to take revenge?

Scar hit his right fist heavily at the palm of his left hand.

Mingyue sat down again and said, "Scar, Mushan, you guys go down."

Scar sniffed, bowed to Mingyue and turned around and walked out of the camp.

Ding Ling, who had been sitting next to Mingyue, frowned slightly, and he whispered: "I'll go see him."

Mingyue sighed and nodded.

Walking out of the big tent, Ding Ling flew to the scar who was standing outside the handsome tent, looking up at the sky.

He reached out to take out the cigarette, then flicked one and handed it to Scar.

Scar took the cigarette and lit it, then took a strong breath, and then exhaled heavily.

He said in a deep voice: "Boss, are you afraid that I can't get over it?"

Ding Ling grinned: "Aren't you afraid that you can't think so, you didn't notice it? This is just showing respect for you. That's all."

Scar looked at Ding Ling calmly, and after a moment of silence, she sighed again: "Boss, stop talking, you know I feel uncomfortable..."

Ding Ling nodded slightly: "I know. You don't know. At that time, I was on the Golden Lotus and couldn't help but rush down several times. At first, I had compassion, and then the killing heart, and finally turned into a wise heart. I barely suppressed the impulse. I watched Haji and the others die."

Scar was silent for a moment and sighed: "That is the case for the general."

"No, but, everyone has their own number of days." Ding Ling looked up at the sky, thinking about what Mingyue said in his heart, and he slowly said: "For freedom, there will be sacrifices... So I have thought about it. After fighting this battle, if they have to go to the world, I will support them with all my strength!"

Scar was stunned and then narrowed his eyes.

He knew very well what Ding Ling said! What a big deal that millions of ancient tribes must integrate into the world! How much compromise does Ding Ling have to make in the world to accomplish?

After a long silence, Scar whispered: "Boss, ****, do you want to be a great man?"
Chapter completed!