Some of these white-armored soldiers could never wake up again after lying down.

A sense of sadness that has never been seen before spreading in the hearts of everyone.

They fought until the end.

What makes them so persistent, not giving up.

"Go and find a tent and give them some rest."

Li Shengnan reached out and touched the inadvertent tears flowing out of his eyes, and said choked.

The eight thousand soldiers of the Tang Dynasty did not have the joy of repelling the Turkic army at all.

They looked at the corpses all over the ground silently.

There are people from Dingzhou.

More of Turkic miscellaneous.

They turned their heads and looked at Qin Zichuan and others in awe, and their hearts were filled with awe and admiration.

Soldiers, this is what it should be!

The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty held up tents for Qin Zichuan and others, blocking the heavy rain.

But it cannot cover the blood under them.

The rain kept falling.

It seemed as if I wanted to rinse the blood-stained earth.

But the rain kept falling.

The blood flowed non-stop.

But it is always not clean.

...

Yesterday, they were drinking on the city wall together.

They also agreed to die in battle together and go to the underworld together.

But at this time.

All the people of Dingzhou died in battle.

All the soldiers in Dingzhou were killed in battle.

Dingzhou Governor Zhang Deyun died in battle, and his wife also died in battle.

Three Thousand White Horses Yicheng, although there is a combat power bonus of immortality.

But at this time there were less than two hundred people.

The battle was tragic.

The tragedy of men in Dingzhou.

There is no way to express it!

Maybe they won't be recorded in history.

Maybe no one will remember their names.

But they sacrificed their lives for this country!

...

Qin Zichuan was in a daze, as if he had come to the Dingzhou city wall.

He saw the lights of thousands of homes in Dingzhou.

He saw the curling smoke from every household.

He seemed to see Zhang Deyun, the governor of Dingzhou.

He seemed to see a one-armed veteran in Dingzhou.

He seemed to see the underage dog.

He seemed to see everyone smiling at him again and waved at him.

"General, come to my house to rest."

"General, come to my house for a drink of water."

...

Qin Zichuan smiled knowingly.

They were finally reunited with their families.

They finally went home.

When Qin Zichuan opened his eyes again, he was already full of tears.

The beautiful scenery in the dream was swept away, replaced by corpses all over the ground, and the sadness that could not be written in.

"General."

A white horse Yicong who had already woken up shouted worriedly at Qin Zichuan.

Qin Zichuan turned his head and looked around.

The only one hundred remaining white horses have woken up one after another.

Some are exercising their muscles.

Some are treating the wound alone.

Some others are lying quietly in a pool of blood.

The sky gradually clears up.

The earth after the rain has no fragrance of soil, only a strong smell of blood.

At this time, Li Shengnan and the others were stationed not far from the gate of Dingzhou City.

"Call everyone and go and fulfill our oath."

Qin Zichuan said, enduring the pain in his body and slowly got up.

"General, they can't wake up again."

A white horse Yicong burst into tears as he spoke.

"What's wrong with them?"

Qin Zichuan's heart immediately gave a "knock" and asked anxiously.

"They may be tired, maybe they want to be lazy, maybe they miss home."

A white horse Yicong said with a sob.

Qin Zichuan's body suddenly shook and almost fell to the ground.

They sacrificed their lives for their country!

A feeling of sorrow suddenly surged into his heart, and his mood was unspeakable.

It took Qin Zichuan a long time to recover.

"Aren't we already welcomed this day?"

He breathed a long breath and said lightly.

He wanted to laugh, and to say to them: "You are so happy that you can have a good rest."

But he suddenly burst into tears.

Two lines of blood and tears cut through his handsome and vicissitudes of cheeks, and his whole face looked ferocious.

"Find a good place for them, build a good home, and let them have a good rest."

Qin Zichuan said guiltily.

The living collects corpses for the dead.

This is their final agreement.

The only remaining more than a hundred white horses gathered together, and they used scimitars and spears as hoes.

On a small hill not far from Dingzhou City, Qin Zichuan chose the homes of the people and soldiers of Dingzhou here.

Lying down, you can look at the city they protected with their lives. It should be their best destination.

...

At this time, heavy rain in Chang'an City was pouring.

The endless rain curtain is like endless sorrow.

Inside the Ganlu Hall of the Imperial Palace.
To be continued...