Li Qinzai walked in the trench and watched the groans of the wounded soldiers helplessly while enduring grief.

A wounded soldier was at his feet, and blood could not stop pouring from his abdomen.

Li Qinzai knelt down and covered his wound with all his strength, but blood still gurgled from his fingers.

"Please bear with it a little longer, bear with it a little longer..." Li Qinzai said with red eyes.

The wounded soldier knew that he was hopeless, so he smiled miserably at him and said weakly: "Uncle Li, do we...do we have any reinforcements?"

"Yes, there are reinforcements. The reinforcements will arrive soon, believe me."

The wounded soldier bared his teeth and smiled: "You are a big shot,... no, you cannot lie to us small soldiers. Where are the reinforcements coming from?"

Li Qinzai said with tears: "If you persist a little longer, you will be able to see the reinforcements with your own eyes. General Su Dingfang sent a message, and his army will arrive soon."

The wounded soldier shook his head with difficulty: "It's not important anymore, County Uncle Li... I want to ask you a favor."

"you say."

"Take my... corpse back to my hometown. I... don't want to be buried here. I won't be able to enter the ancestral grave. I will just be... a lonely ghost!"
Chapter completed!