When the killing sound ended, the vultures circling in the sky screamed even louder, and several vultures tried to fall from the sky to enjoy their feast.

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

The vultures immediately took off into the sky and did not dare to fall again.

The soldiers were immersed in the killing, and their boiling hearts gradually calmed down. Physical fatigue and mental fatigue hit them both.

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

The elite soldiers and militiamen looked at the corpses of their comrades or relatives and friends who fell on the ground, their eyes gradually turned red again, and they even choked back tears.

The elite soldiers are okay. Many of them have experienced the bloody battle at Beishan Fort and can control their emotions. But this kind of battle is too exciting for the militiamen who are fighting for the first time.

The soldiers were all like this, not to mention the women and children who bent down and took off the armor from the corpses. Some women and children burst into tears when they saw the corpses of their husbands and sons.

"My son!!! My son!!!!" An old woman who looked like she was in her fifties was sitting on the ground holding her son's body, crying heartbrokenly.

"The head of the family. The head of the family." A young woman who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old was holding the body of her young husband, crying like rain.

Such a young woman must have been married for four or five years. The couple may have three or four little babies waiting to be fed.

How difficult must it be for a young woman who has lost her husband?

Wu Nian was startled by the cries, and his breathing stopped. He raised his head and looked at the sad scene in front of him. Sadness and sadness came to his heart, but these sadness and sadness made his heart even harder as iron.

The fire in his chest burned stronger and stronger, and anger filled his brain.

These wars, these similar scenes. From Beishan Fort to here, even though he has won great victories one after another, how many corpses of good Han men are under his feet?

Who is willing to lead troops and go into battle to fight?

Who wants to?!

A gentleman hides his weapon and waits for the moment to move. The most powerful military force is not to defeat the enemy in war. It is to make the enemy feel that he is powerful and dare not move.

These good men ended up like this precisely because of these barbarians who wanted the Han people to live happily in the country.

"Huh!!!" Wu Nian took a deep breath, shook his head, and stopped thinking about these things. It is human nature to be sad and sad. Without these, he would be a real hero.

Human life is like grass.

Wu Nian knew that he was not such a person.

The knife in his hand was only meant to kill enemies, not ordinary people.

But no matter how sad or sad, we must move forward. Since a man has chosen the path, he should move forward openly and openly.

Never regret it.

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

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

Wu Nian raised his head, looked at Zhang Sheng, and said something Zhang Sheng didn't understand.

"You're still alive, that's the best outcome, brother."

"Huh?!" He shouted with question marks all over his face, looking at Wu Nian in confusion.

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

"Not only Jin Huanshan, but also Jin Ruiyun and the others. One day, I will conquer the capital of Mongolia and Yuan Dynasty with 100,000 horse and infantry troops."

"It doesn't matter, just let him run. You go down and have a rest. Wait a minute, we are leaving. Otherwise, it would be stupid to be blocked by them again after finally fighting out."

"Yes." When Wu Nian said this, Zhang Sheng suddenly felt weak. After quickly responding, he found a sheepskin water bag, sat down on the ground, and started drinking water.

Soon after, the battlefield was cleaned up. Large carts were filled with armor and weapons. Although Wu Nian burned the food, he did not burn the carts.

Some women and children still held the bodies and cried bitterly, their voices becoming hoarse from crying.

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

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

"Ahhhhh!!" Wu Nian took a deep breath, then let it out, opened his mouth wide, and let out loud roars.

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

A "touch" sound.

Wu Nian raised the flag and stood on the ground. He shouted: "Fellows and compatriots, I am very ashamed. But I still want to ask you to give up the bodies of your sons and husbands."

"Because we don't have time to bury them. The Mongolian people will chase them soon."

"Although saying this, it will never wash away your sadness."

"But I still have to say it."

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

"Let your sons and husbands, like Zhuangzi, sleep here and become one with the mountains and rivers."

"And I will lead you and continue to fight until the [Liberation of Liaodong and expulsion of the Tartars] is achieved."

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

The soldier was stunned for a moment, then immediately tore off a bit of cloth from a corpse, took a wooden stick, poured oil on it, lit a torch with a fire stick, and handed it to Wu Nian.

Wu Nian reached out and took the torch and lit the Jinhuan Mountain flag. Soon the fire engulfed the fabric, leaving only a bare flagpole.

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

"Folks, follow me. The people will not stop, the horses will not stop. Follow me to capture the city and the territory." Wu Nian roared, and then waved. Another soldier immediately took Wu Nian's eight-foot-long horse spear and handed it to Wu.

Year.

Wu Nian stretched out his hand to take the horse's shaft, climbed onto the horse by grabbing onto the saddle, and steered the horse forward slowly.

Still heading northwest.

The elite soldiers and militiamen, who were sore all over, stood up unsteadily and followed. The women and children holding the bodies of their husbands and sons, although they were extremely reluctant to let go, could only abandon their sons and husband's bodies and touched them.

After the tears, he followed.

Twenty to thirty thousand horses followed Wu Nian and continued to the northwest.
Chapter completed!