"Why are you laughing? Can you still laugh now?" On another place, Li Xin's cousin Li Jue looked at Yun Ze, a comrade who had half of his arm cut off, and said with a little angrily.
During the war in a few days, Yang Ming and the imperial guards caused heavy casualties among the coalition forces, but they had no choice but to do anything. From the general of Wei State Zhu Hai, to ordinary soldiers, the number of casualties in the hands of this Qin State imperial guards was even higher than the casualties of the soldiers who attacked the city.
"Are you thinking about this now?" Li Jue glared.
This strength alone is already terrifying.
"What can I do if I stay? People, I have to accept my fate." Yun Ze said that, but he stopped talking.
"Actually, you don't have to go back to Nanjun, you can stay in Xianyang." Li Jue thought for a while and said.
"You are not good, no." Yun Ze shook his head, and then said, "It's just a little troublesome. If you go back, you will be asked by your tribe members. Why are you back? It's really hard to answer."
He vaguely realized that it would be impossible for him to avenge his master in his life.
He has too many hopes from his tribe members, but now he is about to disappoint his tribe members, especially if he wants to find his two sisters he lost in childhood, he may not be able to do it.
Especially Yang Ming's ability in this battle shocked Pang Xuan. His invincible martial arts in the army, coupled with his insight into the military's power, were almost invincible when he was in battle.
As the Zhao-Wei coalition forces retracted the troops, the soldiers on the battlefield retreated one after another. Only Dian Qing left, he looked deeply at Yang Ming who was still at the bridge.
Pang Xian wanted to kill such an existence before retreating. In this way, even if the plan to raid Xianyang has failed, it cannot be considered to be of no gain.
As the Zhao-Wei coalition forces faded, the Qin army guards who could almost no longer stand on the sandbank could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. Among them, some of them were dead, some were fighting against the pain, and some were exhausted, and to some extent they were all people who had lost their combat power.
"Hey, I'm just injured now, okay? Could it be that I don't laugh and still cry?" Yun Ze grinned, as if the person who had half his arm cut off was not like him.
"I really envy Zhongcheng. If I could have half of his martial spirit, my clan members would probably regard me as pride." Yun Ze sighed. His broken arm was not unpleasant, but he had something he cared more about.
When the Zhao-Wei coalition completely retreated, Yang Ming also returned to the sandbank. Even if he had three points of the energy that could be called a terrifying recovery speed, Yang Ming could not help but feel a sense of exhaustion. Although his inner breath could not stop, a person's energy was limited after all, and he was still alone.
If the Zhao-Wei coalition forces continued to attack, they would have to withdraw from Shazhou and flee to the north bank of Jingshui.
Fortunately, the Zhao-Wei coalition forces have withdrawn, but what will happen next? Where should they go?
Meng Tian caressed his temples, and there was a wound scratched by a feather arrow. Although it was not heavy, it hurt particularly, and it made his head dizzy from time to time. There were more wounds on his body, and the iron armor was already full of holes. Because it suffered too much damage, it shed too much blood, which made him unable to participate in the battle last night.