The night was getting darker. Standing alone outside the tent, Zhao Kuo's eyes were already drifting towards the Qin army's fortress on the west bank of Danshui.

Under the dim yellow moon, the Qin army's barrier on the west bank of Danshui was like a winding black snake, twisting and turning, trying to extinguish the flames on its body.

However, the red flame, like the tarsal maggot, clung to the barrier, and no matter how hard the Qin army tried, they were unable to break free.

A little spark gradually turns into a prairie fire!

The generals around Zhao Kuo have already rushed to the front line, ready to give the Qin army the final blow at Zhao Kuo's order and end the three years of hesitation.

At this point, everyone can see that Zhao Jun has won. At least in the battle for the barrier, Zhao Jun has an absolute advantage. Even if Bai Qi wants to change his mind and invest all his troops again,

It may not be the kind of victory that can turn the tide.

Because most of the nodes supporting the barrier defense line have fallen into the hands of Zhao Jun.

Of course, Zhao Jun's victory was limited to this barrier. Behind that barrier, it was still the Qin Army, and it was still boundless darkness.

Overcoming the barrier is just a small step in a thousand-mile journey. Even the reason why the Zhao army was able to take this small step was the result of the Qin army's patience.

But, it is a pity that among the Zhao army, there are almost no people who can clearly realize that the victory of the barrier does not mean the overall victory, and it is even rarer for anyone to question whether the victory of the Zhao army is the result of the Qin army's letting go.

Even if such an idea appears, it is already an unforgivable mistake.

Fortunately, Zhao Kuo obviously knew it clearly, but for the sake of the follow-up plan, he could only pretend not to know, and did not even dare to reveal even a little bit of what might happen next to anyone except Xu Li.

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Perhaps, this is the loneliness that a general must experience.

The only good news is that after the Battle of the Barrier, the admiration of Zhao Kuo among the soldiers has reached a new level, which can be seen from the bows made by the generals when they left to prepare for the battle.

Looking at the departing figures one by one, Zhao Kuo was both relieved and a little uncomfortable.

What a good soldier!

After this battle, I don’t know how many people will be able to see each other again.

Just as Zhao Kuo was carefully watching the battle on the front line, something happened again on the west bank barrier.

As General Bai Qi issued the order, dense rain of arrows suddenly appeared in the Qin army's rear formation. Immediately afterwards, groups of brightly armored elite Qin troops marched in neat steps along the Manchuria.

It was a corridor with bloody stumps. It withstood the dense rain of arrows from the Zhao army and took over the dilapidated barrier position.

Correspondingly, on top of the barrier, the exhausted Qin soldiers who had not been rotated for a long time were staggeringly withdrawn to the camp, and rows of wounded soldiers were carried on stretchers to the wounded camp.

At this time, the wounded barracks was wailing all over the ground. Countless pieces of Gebu were brought in, soaked in blood and then sent away for washing. Bottle after bottle of golden sore medicine was poured out for free, mixed with blood, and scattered all over the floor.

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"ah!"

A wailing sound came, accompanied by the crisp sound of the wooden stick placed in the mouth to prevent biting the tongue from being bitten into pieces.

A red-hot iron was pressed hard on the broken wrist of the wounded soldier. In an instant, the aroma of barbecue filled the air, and then the aroma of meat turned into the smell of burnt charcoal.

That's right, this is not about inflicting punishment, but treating the wounded's wounds.

Several people firmly pressed the branded wounded man's limbs and torso on the bed board, preventing him from moving even a little bit.

The wounded man struggled to no avail and could only use all his strength in his mouth and on his teeth! The wooden stick as thick as his thumb broke at the sound.

Fortunately, the torture also stopped.

"Next!" Ignoring the wounded who were still groaning and wailing, the doctor threw the soldering iron in his hand into the red-hot stove, then took out another red soldering iron and ordered to the people behind him.

Several soldiers then carried the wounded who had been "treated" (perhaps more appropriately called treatment) to the camp.

There, he will spend the most dangerous night alone.

There is no more care, no more medicine, a bag of millet is all he has.

During this long night, wailing and moaning will continue to echo in his ears. After this night, there will be soup to help him recover as soon as possible. After all, he only lost his left hand, and he may still be able to continue to serve in the army.

As for those around me who have lost their right hands, I am afraid they will have to go home and work in the fields, and naturally they will not receive such good treatment. As for those who have lost their siblings, there is no need to rescue them.

The premise of all this is that I can survive this long night. If I can't survive...

Even so, he was still considered lucky, at least he got the so-called "rescue". More wounded soldiers, before they had time to wait for the reinforcements from the rear, were waiting either to die with the Zhao army, or to die in the end.

amidst the bloodshed...

Of course, no matter what, the meritorious service you have made will be remembered by the Qin State, and your family members in the Qin State will also be taken care of by the state. This may be the greatest belief of the Qin soldiers who risk their lives.

Because of this, the Qin soldiers who returned to camp without any injuries or minor injuries did not feel any sadness at all, nor did they complain about the delay in the arrival of reinforcements. Because they knew that the harder it was, the greater the merit!

As for life, is it dangerous? Compared with merit, what is it?

A ragged Qin soldier did not even have time to change his armor, so he was arranged according to the order of the army, and handed over to the military judge one by one to check the merits. Of course, this merit is only personal, and the collective merit needs to be unified and divided after the battle is over.

Looking at the few additions to the military merit book, it made every Qin soldier extremely satisfied. It was like a shot of stimulant, taking away all the fatigue, and a smile gradually climbed onto the face of every Qin soldier.

Immediately, they went to the munitions office to get a bowl of cooked millet. They gathered around the campfire in twos and threes, grabbing a handful of millet and putting it into their mouths. They chewed it sweetly, and then drank a cold well.

Water and cool air come in from the mouth and rise from the abdomen, and the original hotness is no longer there.

Surviving a battle, returning home victorious, safe and sound, with a full stomach and cool drinks, is there any happier thing than this?

Qin soldiers in twos and threes, while eating and relaxing their tense nerves, did not forget to brag to everyone about their prowess on the barrier, killing the Zhao army so much that they did not dare to take a step forward.

"Hey, you let us down so quickly, and we haven't accumulated enough merits!" One person pretended to sigh.

"Hehe." One person took out the polished rice he had just received and said, "Beheaded two soldiers, plus the previous meritorious service, it is enough to give me a hairpin. Look, the captain rewarded me."

Everyone looked at him with envy, and made a fuss about donating the polished rice. Of course, the man refused, and he was still hungry for it!

"Hey, I knew I would come down later..." Another person complained a little

"You should be old soon! The whole family is prospering now. When I go back, the matchmaker won't break the threshold of your family!" An old soldier teased a young and muscular boy.

"Uncle, no, it was almost close!"

The strong young man blushed with embarrassment, and the long scar on his face looked even more ferocious under his shy expression, and everyone made a fuss again.

Scars are always the best seal of a man...


Chapter completed!