Zhang Zishan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Just surrender, just surrender!" After saying that, he threw the short knife in his hand to the ground, his eyes filled with joy.

After more than half an hour of fighting, the stubborn White Lotus sect members were completely killed by five hundred dead men. The White Lotus sect's 30,000 soldiers and horses now have less than 5,000 soldiers and horses left.

The soldiers of the Fang family also suffered a lot of injuries. More than a thousand soldiers, five or six hundred horses, and fifty or sixty artillery shells were all killed in this battle, and all was used up.

, but using five thousand troops to annihilate the enemy's most elite 25,000 troops from the White Lotus Sect, this can be said to be a record that will remain in history forever.

But Xiao Yun and Zhang Zishan were not overly happy. The scene in front of them, with dead bodies everywhere, broken flags, neighing war horses, rivers of blood, and mourning everywhere, made them feel as if there was a huge stone pressing down on their hearts.

, unspeakably uncomfortable.

"What would have happened if there had been no war? They would have lived, would have gone home from time to time to see their elderly parents, taken care of their lively and jumping son, would have held a newlywed daughter-in-law, and would have met many, many things. It is a pity that they died.

, died in the fighting of the war, most of them were fifteen or sixteen years old. This was the time when their best years had just begun. Unfortunately, they were already sleeping underground before they experienced the least beautiful life.

Tears welled up in Xiao Yun's eyes. Looking at the tragic scene in front of him, he sighed: "It's good to be alive!"

"Yes, it's great to be alive!" Zhang Zishan murmured as he took over the conversation.

"Why are you crying? No one will die in a war?" A shout came from the front.

Xiao Yun looked up and saw a soldier covered in blood in front of him, holding a corpse on the ground, wailing and shouting: "San'er, wake up! You said you wanted to go back to see your mother.

Yeah, you said it, why didn’t you keep your word? Woo-woo-woo-?"

Yang Yong on the side also had tears in his eyes and cursed loudly: "What's there to cry about? How can there be no undead people in a war? If everyone cries like you, can this war be fought? Do you know if a man bleeds without crying?

?" After saying the last few words, he actually started sobbing.

The soldier sobbed: "During the fight just now, he died saving me, wuwu——?"

The person lying down was his younger brother after all. This soldier was only a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. He used to be a big living person who laughed and jumped lively. He died like this. How could he not be sad or sad?

?"

"But, why are you crying like this? Do you think you made them cry too?" Yang Yong's tone remained unchanged, but there was no more blame.

The soldier looked up and saw many of the same soldiers, all with tears in their eyes, silently wiping away tears as they looked at their brother lying in a pool of blood.

"Woo-wu-wu-I won't cry anymore, I won't cry anymore!" When the soldier saw it, he quickly put down the body in his arms and wiped away his tears. But the more he tried to hold back, the harder it became.

"Hey, don't hold it back, why don't you cry?" Xiao Yun came over at some point and sighed.

"Brother Xiao - this -?" Xiao Yun had red eyes, glanced at the corpse lying on the ground, waved his hand to Yang Yong, and scanned the faces of the four thousand soldiers one by one.

After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "Do you want to hear me tell a story?"

"Telling a story? It's too late to cry? Are you still worried about listening to a story?" Yang Yong didn't know what Xiao Yun was doing and looked at him suspiciously. However, he knew that Xiao Yun could not only play Cuju, but also fight, and his martial arts skills were very high.

I admired him very much. So although I didn't understand Xiao Yun's intention, I didn't say anything to stop him.

Xiao Yun smiled faintly, then sighed, and said: "In a country far away from our hometown, there was an enemy attack. The war broke out quickly. The soldiers of that country were just like you. Brothers and sisters all picked up

Weapons, join this battle!"

Xiao Yun's voice was hoarse, and even more so with a hint of sadness. The battlefield, which originally had some cries, quickly became silent after hearing his voice. Apart from the whistling wind, there was no sound at all.

Xiao Yun seemed to be silent in the story and murmured: "The war was very fierce. Finally one day, a soldier saw his brother fall on the battlefield. At that time, he was in the trench, and bullets whizzed from above his head."

"Flying over, he asked the lieutenant to let him go to the no-man's land outside the trench to rescue his best friend.

"You can go," the lieutenant said, "but I don't think it's worth it. Your brother has probably died, and you may also lose your life! The lieutenant's advice didn't work, and the soldier went anyway.

"Ah - gone?" Someone on the field muttered in a low voice, showing a surprised look.

"The soldier miraculously found him and carried him on his shoulders. On the way back, the soldier was also shot, and the two fell into the trench together.

The lieutenant checked the soldier's injuries and said regretfully: "I told you it's not worth it. Your brother is already dead, and you are also fatally wounded. I'm afraid you won't live much longer."

The soldier spat out blood and said, "It's worth it, sir."

"What? Worth it? Your comrades are already dead!" the lieutenant asked in surprise.

The soldier held his brother's head and said with difficulty: "Sir, he is indeed dead, but what I did was worth it. Because when I ran to him, he was still alive, and I heard him say to me:'

Jim, I knew you were coming'".

After Xiao Yun finished speaking, he sighed silently and cursed in his heart: "Damn, if you tell such a story in such an atmosphere, aren't you looking for trouble? I'm even crying!"

The field was silent, and low cries could be heard from time to time. The sound was not loud, but it was full of sadness. More soldiers had tears in their eyes, looking at Xiao Yun and then into the pool of blood.

The brothers walked towards the ordinary brothers silently.

"Brother, I'm coming!" Thousands of soldiers on the field shouted this.

In the distance, Su Erxiao and Xiaoyue listened to Xiao Yun telling such a story. Xiaoyue wiped her tears and said: "This bad guy doesn't know where he heard so many stories. Every time he told them, his eyes filled with tears.

Do I hate him so much?"

Su Erxiao chuckled and said, "I think my sister is in love with him, right?"

Xiaoyue was so upset that she blushed and said coyly: "Sister, you are making fun of me. I think my sister thinks so too, right? Otherwise, how do you know what others are telling lies?"

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Chapter completed!