The heavy rain had stopped at some point, and there was only a cold north wind left on the river, but Zhang Shun was standing at the bow of the boat, again like a javelin, without moving, without saying a word, just staring ahead, dazed at the intersection of the sky and water, but no one dared to go forward to talk to him. Everyone looked at him with a strange look.

After returning to the ship, everyone counted it. Almost all three thousand people were injured, but only about 200 brothers died in battle. They destroyed hundreds of enemy warships, and the enemies they killed were even more unmeasurable. No matter where they were, it should be considered a great victory, but no one could be happy to face such a battle.

First of all, most of these brothers are fellow villagers, relatives and friends, and more than 200 people are familiar with each other after death. Everyone will feel sad at this time. In addition, Fan Wenhu escaped and Longweizhou lost his opponent, which made these people know that they have no reinforcements since then, and the Xiangfan war basically has no possibility of a reversal. So even in the face of such victory, no one feels relaxed. They have already felt that the Tartars' steel knife has been pressed on their throats. Does anyone who can laugh at this time still have a heart?

But they didn't know what Zhang Shun was thinking at this time.

Most of the 200 people who died in battle died when they finally launched an attack on Longweizhou. Zhang Shun, as the sender of this order, could not feel heartbroken. Although most of those people were not recognized, this still couldn't make him feel relaxed. Of course, he knew that people would die in war, but he still didn't expect that the loss of life on the battlefield would be so easy and simple. A spear stabbed out and he could dodge it, but the people behind him immediately fell down, and people kept falling down when the sword flashed by. These scenes were repeated in his mind like a movie. He really didn't expect that the battle in the Cold Weapon Age was so crazy and bloodthirsty.

The rain was too bad, otherwise I might have been able to take down Longweizhou with the Breaking Cannon, but what after I took it down? Can he defend it? This was a problem he had never thought about before the war, and he had not even thought about it when he issued an order to attack. But now it seems that it was his initial indifference that caused so many people to die, which is unchangeable.

This is not a game, no archive, not a movie, no director shouts, everyone can stand up from the ground to prepare for dinner. There is no regret in the real battlefield, only forward. It is the first time he felt his insignificance and sadness, but at the same time he understands more that he cannot fall down, because there are so many people waiting for him to lead him to a way out.

Give me some more time, give me more time, and I will definitely be able to make more and more terrifying weapons. I will not make such mistakes again, but what is the use of these words now?

Brothers, you are waiting for me there, I will not delay for a long time. As long as you kill Liu Zheng and avenge this bloody sea, I will go to find you. At that time, I will kneel down and kowtow to you and apologize to you!

"Three, don't stand here, be careful to catch a cold! So many people are watching you, you are our backbone." Suddenly, Zhang Gui's voice sounded in his ears. Zhang Shun opened his eyes and saw his elder brother standing beside him, while Guo Polu, Monkey and other prestigious brothers were also on the side, looking at him with concern.

"Brother, I'm fine. I just want to see here and keep every detail of it in my mind. One day we will come back. At that time, we will get back the blood debts they owe today, as well as the capital and profits."

"Don't worry, third brother, we will definitely come back. Then we will cut off all the Tartar heads to make scriptures and put Liu Chi's heads on top." The monkey was the first to scream, his eyes were red. This time, his two cousins ​​died in front of Longweizhou Village.

"San brother, we will do whatever we say, fight the Tartars to the end! Never stop!" Countless people shouted, and there were still people saying something, but Zhang Shun couldn't hear clearly at this time, but all this was enough.

Zhang Shun didn't say anything. He just felt that something was blocking his throat and couldn't swallow it, which made him unable to say a word, so he could only nod his head fiercely.

"Third brother, I won't say anything else. You know I'm stupid and can't speak. But please remember, no matter how you want to kill the Tartars in the future, I, Guo Polu, will be considered you in my life." This comes from Guo Polu's words, which also forced Zhang Shun to turn around and look over.

But after seeing this, I suddenly discovered a strange phenomenon. The person who seemed to have his own supporting role mask was always ignored intentionally or unintentionally. At this moment, he suddenly seemed to be half-broken, and still had the same face, but it exuded a kind of confidence and firmness. Zhang Shun believed that no one would ignore this person from now on. In this bayonet battle, he finally found himself.

Many people have been looking for themselves all their lives. They don’t know where they are going or what they are going to do. They are confused and confused in the world. However, once they find their goals and know what they want to do, they will be transformed into another person. The confidence and determination will surprise everyone.

"Polu, I'm sorry, my third brother said before that I won't let you swing a knife, but who knew that you were allowed to go into battle in the first battle and was injured."

But Guo Polu smiled gracefully and reached out to pat his dragon-slaying sword. "If I hadn't rushed forward and swung the sword, I wouldn't know who I was. In this battle, I finally understood why my parents and mother fought in this place for more than ten years, and I would like to thank my third brother."

This made Zhang Shun nod. He believed this sentence and believed that Guo Jing would be happy afterwards. But at the same time, he thought of another thing. Xiangfan resisted the 15th year of the Mongol Yuan alone, and Diaoyu City could last for eight years when the whole country fell. Lu Xiufu and Li Tingzhi also had Wen Tianxiang who wrote the song of righteousness. When the Southern Song Dynasty was destroyed, there were still 100,000 people willing to go to the sea to die and not bow to the Yuan people. There was never a shortage of heroes in this era, and these were the backbone of this nation. As long as this backbone was not interrupted, they still had time.

"Okay, let's have a fight. Some things even if you know that you can't disobey, you have to do it. I'll be such a fool and fight to the death for this backbone."
Chapter completed!