At this time, the battlefield in the Western Territory.
Not long ago, they just experienced a bloody battle with the demon army. The army of the Western Region cleaned up the battlefield normally, and there were only about 23 million people left in the entire army.
In this battle, more than seven million soldiers from the Western Region were killed.
While collecting the bodies of their comrades, the soldiers in the Western Region had tears on their tired cheeks, looking extremely sad.
Although they collected the bodies of their comrades again and again, they had already become numb.
But when picking up the corpses, they would always inadvertently think of the smiling faces of their comrades before they died, and they would inevitably feel sad.
So every time they pick up the bodies of their comrades, they shed tears of grief.
"The west wind blows coldly out of the frontier fortress, the iron horse tramples the enemy camp, the general is stained with blood for hundreds of thousands of miles, and the bones of the strong man are buried in hundreds of millions of pits... The west wind is cold in the land of Xiliang, and every household has a young man, the mother hopes that the son will not return, and the wife waits for the son
No reply..."
I don't know who sang a sad song.
It made thousands of great men shed their tears on the yellow sand, and their cries reached the sky.
After bloody battles, as the commander-in-chief of the Western Army, Ping Xihou was already covered with wounds.
He used Fang Tian's painted halberd as a crutch, limping with a sad face, looking at the missing arms and legs, humming a war song from Xiliang, and tears streaming down his face.
"Master Hou!"
"Master Hou!"
"Master Hou!"
The wounded soldiers stood up one by one and saluted.
Ping Xihou quickly raised his hand and said: "Sit down! Sit down! No need to be polite!"
Then, he asked a wounded soldier: "How many children are your parents?"
"Go back to the Marquis, I am the only one." the wounded soldier replied.
Ping Xihou was silent for a long time, patted the wounded soldier on the shoulder, and said: "Well done! After so many bloody battles, you can still sit here and talk to me. You are the elite among the elites! They are all the pride of Xiliang.
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"Look at you, you have a broken leg and several serious injuries on your body. I'm afraid I won't be able to continue the battle in the future."
"I originally wanted to send someone to take you out of the Western Territory and go to the rear to recover from your injuries, but the staff is limited. I have asked someone to prepare dry food and water for you. Can you make it back home by yourself?"
The wounded soldier became anxious: "Master Marquis, I killed nine demon soldiers and did not bring shame to the Xiliang army. Please don't drive me away!"
Ping Xihou's eyes were red and he smiled and said: "Silly boy, I don't want to drive you away, nor do I think you have embarrassed the Xiliang army. You are the hero of Xiliang and the only child of your parents. You must live and go home to show your respect.
Parents, then marry a wife and give birth to more good sons for me in Xiliang."
The wounded soldier shook his head and said: "Master Marquis, if I don't leave, I can still kill the enemy! My parents told me before I left for the battle that I had to kill the demons well. Even if I die, I have to drag a few more demons to be buried with me.
There is no need to worry about them. Killing more demons is the best reward for them. Otherwise, if the demons capture Xiliang, not only will my family be destroyed, but the homes of hundreds of millions of Xiliang people will also be destroyed!"
"So I don't want to live. I want to die in battle, and I want to bring in a few more demons to bury me with me! I beg you, Lord Marquis, not to persuade me to leave! I will never leave!"
After the casualty said this, other casualties also expressed their opinions: "Master Hou! We will never leave! We are willing to live and die with the Xiliang army!"
"We're not leaving! We're going to drag a few more demons along with us!"
"Even if we die, we will die on the battlefield!"
Listening to these voices, Ping Xihou was moved to tears, and he even choked up and said: "You are all good! You are all my warriors of Xiliang! You are also the warriors of Dazhou!"
"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"
The whole army shouted, and their morale increased.
"Report!!!"
A scout came to report.
"Master Marquis, I just received news that Bai Yuanshu, the general manager of Congshan Road's march, has led an army of 30 million people, under the banner of killing demons, to come to our aid. We are now 10,000 miles away from where we expected, about five hours later.