When the killing sound ended, the vultures hovering in the sky screamed even more vigorously, and several vultures tried to fall from the sky and enjoy a big meal.

But he was shot down by Wu Nianjun's archers.

The vultures suddenly took off and dared not fall any further.

The soldiers were immersed in the killing, and their boiling hearts gradually calmed down. The physical fatigue and mental fatigue came double.

Many strong soldiers sat on the ground, panting heavily. Then sadness replaced fanaticism.

The elite soldiers and militia looked at the bodies of their comrades or relatives who were dead on the ground, and their eyes gradually turned red again, and they choked and shed tears.

The elite soldiers are fine. Many of them have experienced bloody battles in Beishan Fort and can control their emotions. However, this kind of battle is a bit too exciting for the militia who fought for the first time.

All soldiers were like this, not to mention the women and children who bent down and unbuttoned their armor. Some women and children suddenly burst into tears when they saw the bodies of their husbands and sons.

"Son!!! Son!!!!" An old woman with a fifty-year-old face was sitting on the ground holding her son's body, crying heart-wrenchingly.

"The head of the family." A young woman, who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, held the body of her young husband, and she burst into tears.

Such a young woman should have been married for four or five years. There may be three or four little babies waiting to be fed under the couple.

How difficult should a young woman lose her husband?

Wu Nian was alarmed by the crying sounds, and his breathing stopped. He looked up at the sad scene in front of him. Sadness and sadness surged into his heart, but these sadness and sadness made his heart harder as iron.

The fire in his chest burned more and more vigorously, and his anger filled his mind.

These wars, these similar scenes. From Beishan Fort to here, although he won consecutive victories, how many good Han men are under his feet?

Who would like to bring troops to fight?

Who wants to?!

A gentleman hides his weapons in his body and waits for the moment to move. The most powerful military force is actually not to defeat the enemy in war. Instead, let the enemy feel his strength and dare not move.

These heroes ended up in this way because of these barbarians who wanted to have a lot of Han people.

"Huh!!!" Wu Nian took a deep breath, shook his head, and stopped thinking about these things. Sadness and sadness are human nature. If there is no such thing, it would be a real hero.

Human life is like grass.

Wu Nian knew that he was not like this.

The knife in his hand only hits the enemy, not the ordinary people.

But no matter how sad or sad it is, you must move forward. Since a real man has chosen the path, he should move forward upright.

Never regret it if you die.

Wang Gui was organizing the people, saving the wounded soldiers, and collecting war supplies. Zhang Sheng returned with the pursuers.

The armor on his body was covered with blood, and there were also many traces of swords, guns, swords and halberds, and his face was a little pale. He bent down and said to Wu Nian: "General. The last general is incompetent, so Jin Huanshan ran away."

Wu Nian looked up at Zhang Sheng and said something Zhang Sheng didn't understand.

"You are still alive, the best result. Brother."

"Hmm?!" Zhang Sheng looked at Wu Nian with questions on his face inexplicably.

Wu Nian smiled and did not explain much. He just said, "Just run away. I, Wu Nian, stand up now and have the chance to kill ten thousand households in the future."

"Not only Jin Huan Mountain, but also Jin Ruiyun and others. One day, I will use 100,000 cavalry and infantry troops to capture the capital of the Mongolian Yuan."

"It doesn't matter, just let him run away. You go down and take a break. Wait a minute, we're leaving. Otherwise, if you finally kill out and get blocked by them, you'd be stupid."

"Yes." Zhang Sheng felt a sense of weakness when Wu Nian said this. After responding quickly, he found a sheepskin water bag, sat on the ground and started drinking water.

Not long after, the battlefield was cleaned up. Large trucks were filled with armor and weapons. Although Wu Nian burned out the food, he did not burn out the car.

Some women and children were crying with their bodies in their arms, and their crying sounds were hoarse.

Wu Nian took a deep breath and picked up the "Jin" flag that fell to the ground from the side, which was the flag of Jinhuan Mountain.

"Wow!!!!" Wu Nian raised the flag in his hand and waved it. The huge movement made the flag dance wildly, as if it was crazy.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Wu Nian took a breath, then poured out, opened his mouth wide, and let out a loud roar.

This huge movement immediately attracted everyone's attention, including the women and children holding their husbands and their son's bodies.

A "touch" sound.

Wu Nian raised a flag and stood on the ground. He shouted: "My fellow villagers and fellow villagers. I am very ashamed. But I still want to ask you to give up your son and husband's body."

"Because we don't have time to bury them, the Mongols will soon chase after them."

"Although that's the case, you must not wash away your sadness."

"But I have to say it."

"When Zhuangzi was about to die, his disciples would use many treasures to bury him. Zhuangzi said. I used heaven and earth as coffin, sun and moon as jade, and stars as pearls. There is no need for burial objects."

"Let your son and husband be like Zhuangzi, and be one with this mountain and river."

"And I. will lead you to continue fighting until the realization of [restoring Liaodong and expelling the Tartars]."

Speaking of this, Wu Nian said to a personal soldier next to him: "Light the torch."

The personal soldiers were stunned for a moment, then immediately tore off a little fabric from a corpse, took a wooden stick and poured oil, lit the torch with a fire fold, and handed it to Wu Nian.

Wu Nian reached out to take the torch, lit the flag of Jinhuan Mountain, and soon the fire swallowed the fabric, leaving only a bare flagpole.

Wu Nian raised the flagpole and inserted it heavily on the ground.

"Friends, follow me. People keep stopping, follow me to conquer the city and territories." Wu Nian roared, then waved his hand. Another personal soldier immediately handed Wu Nian's eight-foot-horse spear to Wu Nian.

Wu Nian reached out to take the horse spear, climbed onto the saddle, turned over the horse, and drove the war horse, slowly moving forward.

Still northwest.

The elite soldiers with sore bodies stood up and followed. Although the women and children holding their husbands, the son's body were extremely reluctant to leave, they could only give up their son. After touching the husband's body, they followed.

Twenty or thirty thousand people continued to head northwest with Wu Nian.
Chapter completed!