Datang: My God of War identity was exposed by the princess

Chapter 125 Live to see people, die to see corpses

It is difficult to be a man, but even more difficult to be an emperor!

Now Duan Xiaofan, a little bastard, became famous in the first battle in northern Xinjiang. Not only did he have a high prestige in the army, but he was also called the unparalleled warrior among the people!

Therefore, in desperation, Li Er could only rely on his acting skills to win people's hearts.

Although Duan Xiaofan is an out-and-out prodigal son, who knows if he has ambitions in the future?
Today's Tang Dynasty is no longer as simple as the troubled times, but has reached a tragic situation where there are no soldiers to use.

So at this time, Li Er had to be cautious.

Even Duan Xiaofan made great military exploits for Datang.

Even if he tried his best to turn the tide in the battle of Weishui.

Even if he is still fighting with Turkic cavalry at this time.

However, Li Er still couldn't trust him 100%.

Because in the heart of the emperor, no one is trustworthy.

The power in your hands is above everything else!
So at this time, Li Er knelt in front of the emperor's coffin and roared to the sky.

To be honest, Qin Shubao and Li Junxian died in battle, and his heart was extremely sad.

After all, these two are his powerful thugs!
But even so, it would not make him, the emperor, kneel down.

Therefore, his behavior at this time still has some performances in it.

But no matter what, his operation moved countless soldiers.

To be able to fight and die for such an emperor is not only regretless, but even more glorious in this life!
There were also Li Jingfang, Xuanling and the others, all knelt on the ground in unison.

All of them had red eyes, and secretly decided in their hearts that even if they died, they would still fight for His Majesty's great goal!
"Pass down the order, and when Lord Cheshire brings Xiaofan back, the army will march back to Chang'an!"

Li Er wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice.

"As ordered!"

"As ordered!"

All the bigwigs in the court shouted one after another.

It's just that their eyes are full of sadness.

Can the prodigal son come back alive?
Nobody knows!
Now, everyone is helpless and can only wait.

At the same time, Chai Rourou led five thousand soldiers and galloped across the land of northern Xinjiang.

"shelf!"

"shelf!"

"shelf!"

No matter how desperately she patted the sitting horse, the speed of the march was still slow.

After all, he had just experienced a life-and-death battle, not only the man was tired, but the horse was also exhausted.

Although he rested overnight, the exhausted physical strength cannot be recovered in a short while.

Looking at the fragmented land of northern Xinjiang, Chai Rourou was extremely anxious.

Because no matter how he chased him, he never found any trace of the prodigal son.

In a blink of an eye, the sky turned dark.

But Chai Rourou refused to go back. She ordered to rest on the spot and continue searching tomorrow.

This search took five days.

In the past five days, Chai Rourou had trouble sleeping and eating.

Because she knew that if she found the prodigal son a second later, he would be more dangerous.

It has been five days since the news from the scouts, brother Xiaofan is still alive?
Chai Rourou's heart began to despair.

But she still didn't give up, she was still looking for it.

"General, blood stains are found ahead!"

Suddenly, a soldier shouted loudly.

Chai Rourou couldn't help but thump in his heart, and hurried over to check.

There was pattering blood all over the ground, spreading towards the hillside not far away.

"hillside!"

Chai Wenrou yelled, and rode his horse towards the hillside.

But when she climbed over that small hill, she froze completely in place.

Just one glance made her scalp tingle and her eyes turned red.

"Assemble! Assembly!"

Chai Wenrou's bodyguard shouted loudly.

When the five thousand soldiers stood on the hillside and looked at the picture in front of them, they couldn't help but tremble all over.

"General, those are the blood-clothed generals!"

"They're all dead, they're all dead."

"They fight to the last moment, even the last movement is the posture when they are fighting"

After a while, everyone reacted.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground below the hillside, everyone murmured with tears in their eyes.

Everyone couldn't bear it anymore, and tears welled up in their eyes.

Below the hillside lay a group of tiger and leopard knights.

There are not many of them, only five or six hundred.

But now, they are all dead.

Even if they died in battle, they still maintained their fighting posture!
Some had broken arms, but their faces were ferocious, and the other hand was still firmly holding the saber in their hands.

Although some corpses lacked heads, the heads not far away contained a piece of Turkic cavalry armor in their mouths.

Some had a big hole in their abdomen, and some even had their heads crushed.

At this moment, they were lying quietly in a pool of blood one by one.

Indescribably desolate, indescribably tragic!
"glory!"

Suddenly, a soldier of the Tang Dynasty knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists and shouted.

"glory!"

The rest of the soldiers got off their horses one after another, knelt down on one knee and shouted.

This is a roar from the bottom of my heart.

This is the awe that comes from the deepest part of my heart.

It is also a farewell to the living soldiers and the dead veterans!

"Collate their remains."

Chai Rourou turned his head and glanced at the lieutenant beside him, and ordered with tears in his eyes.

Then, all the soldiers arranged the corpses of the tiger and leopard cavalry soldiers one after another.

"General, the body of the blood-clothed general has not been found."

As the deputy general's voice fell, Chai Rourou finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mark it well, and if you can't find brother Xiaofan, bring their bodies back."

Chai Wenrou resisted the uneasiness in her heart and said.

Following her order, everyone started searching again.

But what followed were waves of tiger and leopard cavalry corpses.

But still no trace of the prodigal son was found.

Chai Rourou felt more and more uneasy.

But she still didn't give up, and continued to look for her brother Xiaofan.

The rations brought by the five thousand soldiers ran out, so they searched for the corpses of war horses among the corpses all over the mountains and plains to satisfy their hunger.

At the very beginning, Chai Rourou prayed that the prodigal son would live.

But as she discovered more and more corpses, she no longer expected brother Xiaofan to live.

All she wanted was to find Brother Xiaofan's body among the dead bodies all over the mountains and plains, and to take him home.

Live to see people, die to see corpses!
On the banks of the Weishui River, in the Datang military camp.

Li Er and Da Jun have been waiting here for ten days.

In the past ten days, the soldiers have cleaned up the battlefield along the Weishui River.

In order to avoid the plague, they not only had to bury their brothers and comrades-in-arms, but also buried the bodies of Turkic cavalry.

But now, the time has come for the army to return to Chang'an.

But still couldn't wait for Chai Rourou to come back.

The hearts of the people became more and more uneasy.

Chai Rourou should have come back a long time ago, but now she has not returned.

In the end what happened?
Could it be that something happened to Chai Rourou and the five thousand soldiers?

People have already dared not think about it.
(End of this chapter)