With the order of Li Mu, each battalion cleaned the battlefield and then prepared to set up the camp and continue to advance. Before dark, he would reach the camping site.

Lin Wanyue pulled out the spear that he had stuck on the Huns, and the body that had lost its support fell heavily to the ground.

Lin Wanyue held a sticky spear and kicked the Huns' corpse aside. When she came to the big tree, the trunk was covered with blood. Lin Wanyue stretched out her hand to touch the trunk, and there were deep and shallow scars on it left by her spear.

At this moment, a sense of fear came to Lin Wanyue's heart: If Lin Yu had been one step late just now, he might have died...

This feeling is wonderful, and it is a feeling of happiness and assumptions.

Fortunately, I escaped from death again.

The assumption is: if I died just now, it would be a good destination...

Two thoughts were entangled in Lin Wanyue's heart, tearing Lin Wanyue.

"Hey, brother, I am Wang Dali of the Second Army!"

Lin Wanyue's thoughts were once again pulled back. When he saw a man of big and thick standing beside him, wearing infantry clothes, his clothes were clean except for a little old. He was grinning at himself.

Lin Wanyue snorted coldly and turned around and left the place, ignoring Wang Dali's enthusiasm.

Lin Wanyue naturally did not see Wang Dali standing there with his flushed face and angry eyes.

The battlefield was quickly sorted out, two piles...

The two hills made up of corpses of the Huns and soldiers from the country were almost as high as that of the...

Lin Wanyue looked at the two piles of corpses and felt heavy in her heart: Li Guo did not take any advantage in this battle, and the casualties were almost half of them...

Thinking of this, Lin Wanyue sneered in her heart: It was because the people in the military camp who were like Wang Dali, who had their clothes clean after a battle, so there were such great casualties! The real warrior rushed to the front and did not even get a coffin in the end! The military achievements of winning the battle were obtained by those who were like Wang Dali...

Even if the army as enlightened as Li Mu would not be able to bury the soldiers who died one by one after the encounter during such a marching battle.

The logistics troops pulled off the blood-stained brands hanging on the chests of the fallen soldiers. General Li Mu waved his hand and two piles of corpses were ignited.

Lin Wanyue's military camp was on the road again, and two piles of burning corpses behind her emitted a special smell that filled the nasal cavity of every survivor.

Before the sun set, Lin Wanyue's troops finally arrived at the camping site. The logistics soldiers washed the wooden signs they collected before and hung them in a fixed place in the military camp.

Lin Wanyue came to this open space where few people came and sat in front of the shelf with densely packed famous brands. These wooden signs used to be alive.

When the wind blows, the famous brands on the shelf sway and collide with the wind to make a crisp sound...

Every once in a while, these brands are sent to a special city. They are hung on the notice board and waiting for their families to take the brand back.

Lin Wanyue also has a piece of it, with the front of it saying the troops to which Lin Wanyue belongs and the name of it, and the back of it saying Chanjuan Village, Daze County.

Little did I know that Lin Wanyue was the only one left in Chanjuan Village.

Many times when it was late at night, Lin Wanyue quietly walked out of the tent and looked up at the starry sky. She would also think: If one day she only had this famous brand left, it would prove that she had existed. If one day her famous brand was also hung on the public notice board in the city, would there be someone she didn't know who couldn't bear to see that her famous brand had no one to receive it for a long time and bury it sympathetically?
Chapter completed!