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

Chapter 32 The living, collect the corpses of those who died in battle (for collection)

I control my own life!

This is not empty talk, but the determination and courage of everyone to fight to the end.

Facing a powerful enemy, they have no choice.

Only fight to the death!

After everyone cleaned the battlefield, they came to the city wall again.

The prodigal son got a spear as he wished, and he was stroking it slowly like stroking a young girl.

Ma Yulin, governor of Yizhou, called his son Ma Zhong to his side.

"Son! You must send this blood book and distress letter to Chang'an with your own hands and hand it over to His Majesty."

"Yizhou's life and death depend on you."

Ma Yulin gently stroked his son's head, exhorting with red eyes.

"Boy, let's go!"

Ma Yulin's wife sewed the two letters into Ma Zhong's clothes with her own hands, and said with a sob.

"Father and mother, don't worry, the child will definitely bring reinforcements!"

With red eyes, Ma Zhong nodded heavily and said.

In the night, Ma Yulin and his wife watched their son leave Yizhou.

Seeing his son's figure disappearing into the night, Ma Yulin finally smiled.

Yizhou is far away from Chang'an.

How could they wait for reinforcements from Chang'an?

Yes, reinforcements from Chang'an will not come.

Even if they come, they can't wait.

The reason why Ma Yulin asked his son to rescue soldiers was just to let his son survive.

……

Inside the city of Yizhou, the lights were brightly lit.

Tomorrow's battle will be Yizhou's last battle.

Yizhou is coming to an end.

This is also their last night.

How can everyone sleep?

Duan Xiaofan led [-] tiger and leopard riders to guard the city wall.

The sleepless Yizhou people also gathered on the city wall and refused to leave.

Everyone takes turns to be on duty and take turns to rest.

"Hey~ I'm going to die tomorrow, but I haven't married a wife yet."

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy said with a sigh.

As soon as these words came out, everyone burst into laughter.

"God, you don't even take pictures of yourself in the piss. With your appearance, who would marry you!"

"I do have a wife and children, but they all died at the hands of the Turks."

"It's better to be a bachelor, with no worries..."

"Old one-armed man, do you have any wine? You're going to die tomorrow, so give us something to drink."

"You bastards, you have a lot of demands. Let me get the dog eggs."

As the old one-armed man said, he took the dog's egg and went down the city wall.

After a while, the city wall was filled with wine jars.

Everyone drank heavily on the city wall, telling the secrets and regrets that they dared not tell in their hearts.

There are regrets and unwillingness.

What's more, it's reluctance...

And the three thousand tiger and leopard riders led by Duan Xiaofan were leaning against the corner, quietly closing their eyes and resting their minds.

"Brother, the decisive battle is going to be tomorrow, let's come down and have a drink together, aren't you tired like this?"

The old one-armed man picked up a jar of wine and greeted a tiger and leopard knight.

"No need."

The tiger and leopard knight said in a cold voice, their eyes still slightly closed, and they didn't intend to open them at all.

"As a soldier of the Han family, it is my honor to die on the battlefield, how can I be tired."

Another tiger and leopard knight said seriously and seriously.

boom!
As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help being shocked.

"As soldiers of the Han family, it is our honor to die on the battlefield, how can you get tired!"

"We are not afraid of death, we are not tired!"

The old one-armed man pointed to the south and said with a big smile.

Then he lifted the wine jar with one hand and drank it down in one gulp.

Little did he know, he drank more than wine.

And those hot tears.

No one knows where the old one-armed man came from, or who his last name was.

All I know is that he used to be a soldier in Yizhou, and after losing his left arm, he worked as a gatekeeper here.

And no one knew that what he was guarding was not the city gate, but those brothers who were buried in the northern border.

As a soldier of the Han family, the greatest honor is to die on the battlefield.

Hu Baoqi's words made him feel very relieved.

Because he saw the shadow of himself from these tigers and leopards.

"Hahaha!"

"Although I am not a soldier, I am honored to be able to donate to the country!"

"Bitch, did you see it? I'm about to die in battle, so you can enjoy the glory with me!"

"Brothers, in the battle tomorrow, no matter who is alive, the body of the brother who died in the battle must be collected!"

"Old One Arm, we listen to you!"

The old one-armed suggestion was unanimously approved by everyone.

They made an agreement one after another that the living would collect the corpses of those who died in battle.

Seeing this scene, the old one-arm couldn't help laughing happily.

No one knew that he was once the one who survived, the one who collected the bodies for his brothers.

Tomorrow's battle, who will be the next me?

"The living, collect the corpses of those who died in battle."

Xia Houchun walked up to the old one-armed man, touched the wine jar with him, and drank it down in one gulp.

"The living, collect the corpses of the dead!"

Three thousand tiger and leopard riders got up and shouted.

On this dark night, they made a vow with this group of people.

Those who are alive, collect the corpses of those who died in battle!

Tiger and Leopard Rider is not in Gao Leng either, drinking and chatting with Old One Arm and others, it is very enjoyable.

Although tigers and leopards ride from the underworld, from the past.

Although the old one-armed people live in the present, in the world.

But they all have the iron bones of the Han family.

Even with the passage of time and the change of dynasties.

But the iron bones of the Han family have not changed after years of baptism!
Duan Xiaofan couldn't help being moved by everyone's agreement.

"Who said just now that he didn't marry a wife!"

The prodigal son wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes with his hand, and walked out from the corner.

As soon as these words came out, everyone laughed.

"Back to the general, it's me..."

Goudan said in a low voice shyly.

"Look at how promising you are, you deserve it because you don't have a wife!"

The prodigal son stretched out his hand to pinch Goudan's cheek, and said contemptuously.

"Picking up girls is easy to say, you just need to remember three words of Lao Tzu!"

The prodigal son stretched out three fingers, and as he spoke, he played tricks.

"General, what is the bubble?"

Goudan asked suspiciously.

Seeing everyone's puzzled expressions, the prodigal son was instantly embarrassed.

"Soaking... means taking a bath together."

The prodigal son said bravely.

Damn, I don't know how to explain this 'bubble'!
You can't tell them that it means to shoot ~ cannon, right?

As the prodigal son's voice fell, everyone laughed "haha".

The uninitiated Goudan lowered his head, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

"Remember, if you want to marry a wife, you have to be shameless!"

"Shameless, must not shameless!"

The prodigal son who doesn't know what a face is, said solemnly.

Hearing this, Goudan couldn't help but look up at the prodigal son.

He really believed it!

"Tomorrow's battle, as long as you can survive, I will accept you as a disciple and teach you the ultimate secret of how to marry an eighteen-bedroom concubine!"

The prodigal son reached out and patted Goudan on the shoulder, and said solemnly.

　Chapter 2 is here, happy brothers!
　　Also tonight, brothers passing by, if you have money, get a book coin, and if you don’t have a book coin, get a free recommendation ticket!

　　thanks~~~~~
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