At the end of a tragic battle, 3,000 soldiers from Qimin troops were killed, and less than 500 were injured. In the Turkic camp on the shore of Lake Harry, Qimin Khan was holding a memorial to the dead soldiers. The dead gathered their bodies in the tent, Rangan and Turkic nobles killed sheep and horses to pay tribute, and walked around the tent for seven weeks. One of them went to the door of the tent to cut his face with a knife, and exchanged blood and tears. The bodies of the soldiers were transported back to their headquarters and handed them over to their relatives for cremation.

By the forest, the soldiers of the Sui army who were killed were also holding the final funeral. Eighty people were killed in the three hundred Sui army and 120 injured, including the chief general Yang Yuanqing, who was slightly injured. The surviving soldiers supported the injured soldiers and observed silently for the eighty brothers who were killed.

Changsun Sheng was reciting eulogies to the fallen soldiers, "Your prestigious generals will stay on the grassland forever, your courage has blocked the ambitions of the Western Turks, you will keep the peace of the Great Sui Dynasty, you are the heroes of the Great Sui Dynasty, may you rest in peace in the spirit of heaven...."

Gesa Chief Boluo and thousands of tribes knelt down and sent their sincerest thanks to the Sui soldiers who were killed in defending their homes. Five hundred Gesa warriors were killed in battle. After they had tribute to their children, they rushed to see off the fallen Sui soldiers.

At this time, Qimin Khan Yangan came with dozens of tribal chiefs on horseback. They turned over and dismounted, knelt down in front of the fallen Sui soldiers, and silently prayed to heaven for them.

Rangan walked to Changsun Sheng and knelt down on his knees, and said in a deep voice: "Rangan almost wanted to go astray. It was the arrival of the Sui army that Rangan suddenly woke up and returned to the lost path. Please tell General Changsun that the order of the Khan of Qimin was given by the Great Sui Dynasty. I, Rangan, swear to Tengri that the Turkic army will not step into the Great Sui Dynasty in my life."

Changsun Sheng quickly helped him up and comforted him, "This is also the hope of the Holy Emperor. I hope that the Great Sui and the Turks will be brothers forever and will never invade them."

Rangan walked up to Yang Yuanqing again and bowed deeply to him, "I remember General Yang's kindness in my heart. No matter when and where, as long as General Yang stepped into the grassland, he would be my most honorable guest of the Turks. This is the promise of my Qimin Khan, and my descendants, they will keep this promise in mind."

Yang Yuanqing nodded silently and said to the soldiers: "Let me set off, brothers!"

The bodies were carried into the forest clearing and burned. Their ashes were put into cans and brought back to their relatives and their pensions. They would also be taken to the Central Plains together.

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The dead are gone, and the living will enjoy the glory of victory.

Laughing replaces sorrow, celebration replaces sacrifice, and the night of the winner is coming.

The girl's singing echoed on the banks of the Harry River. The bonfire lit up the joy in people's eyes. The air was filled with the tempting smell of meat. In front of the bonfires, the soldiers of the Sui army were pulled to their own bonfire by the enthusiastic geza people. They were the heroes in the hearts of the geza people. The housewife of the bonfire took out the best milk wine. Everyone drank horse milk wine in big bowls by the bonfire, ate roasted lamb with big mouthfuls, laughed and enjoyed the worshipful gaze of the geza girls.

Yang Yuanqing and the Turkic nobles sat in front of the largest bonfire. The firelight reflected his face red. In the firelight, a group of Turkic girls were dancing gracefully, and Asduo was also among the girls. Her eyes were shining with a gem-like luster under the firelight. She did not hide her love and enthusiasm, as if she was dancing for Yang Yuanqing alone. In her eyes, Yang Yuanqing was the only hero in the world. Oh my God! She felt that the fire of love in her heart was about to burn her.

Many people saw Asdo's passionate affection and whispered beside him.

"Our little swan is looking for their own love nest."

"Who, Aduosi?"

"Don't you see it? The enthusiasm in her eyes is about to melt General Yang."

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Yuchi Wan quickly walked through the bonfires and found the fat fish in front of the bonfires.

"Fat Fish, come here, I have something to come to you."

"What's the matter!" Fat Yu was talking to two Turkic women, a little impatient.

Yuchi Wan bit her lip tightly, pulled out her sword, and pointed at the two women, "Get out!"

The two women were frightened and stumbled and fled. The fat fish was furious and stood up and scolded: "Yuchi, what are you going to do?"

"You idiot, the general is going to make a big mistake. Do you still have the intention to find a woman?"

Fatty fish was stunned, and he scratched the back of his head, "What are you talking about?"

"Idiot, haven't you seen it yet? The Turkic princess fell in love with the general. The general is going to make a big mistake tonight."

Fat Fish couldn't help laughing, "Why, am I just a woman? What's the matter?"

Yuchi Wan gritted her teeth in hatred, "Don't you understand the general yet? He will have true feelings. What if he takes the initiative to have true feelings for this Turkic princess?"

"Then marry her! What should I do?" Fat Yu still didn't understand.

"You fat pig is fine and marry a hundred Turkic women. No one will care about you, but the general is different."

Yuchi Wan had to speak out, "The general is a Han family and the grandson of Yang Taipu. Do you still remember it? Four years ago, Yang Taipu said that the general is his heir. You said that Yang Taipu's heir married a Turkic wife. If his eldest son is half Turkic blood, can Yang Taipu accept it? Can his family accept it? The general is over. Do you still understand such an important thing?"

After all, Yuchi Wan is a woman, and her mind is much more delicate than that of men. Although she is of Xianbei blood, she understands the importance of family blood. Yang Yuanqing is her brother and a relative. No matter if she cannot let Yang Yuanqing take this wrong step.

Fat Fish then understood a little, it seemed like this, he frowned, "What should we do?"

"You go and persuade him to understand."

"I probably can't persuade him. No one can stop what the general wants to do. If I can't persuade him, what should I do?"

"You stupid fish, won't you think of a solution?" Yuchi Wan said gritting her teeth.

"Then why don't you go?"

Yuchi Wan blushed and said angrily: "When did General I have heard of it?"

Fat fish grinned and smiled bitterly, "But he won't listen even more when I speak."

"You are bold and careful. Go and persuade him first. If he doesn't listen, you will burn the Turkic princess's tent with a torch, leaving them nowhere to go."

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There was a blazing fire in front of the main bonfire, and the fire illuminated everyone's face. Chief Geza Bola sat next to Yang Yuanqing. Seeing Asduo dancing in front of Yang Yuanqing with a passionate and unrestrained look, he couldn't help laughing, "It seems that I'm going to change my seat."

Yang Yuanqing also felt Asiduo's enthusiasm. His face was a little hot. The courage and courage of the daughter of the grassland was a little hard to endure. Although Asuduo was also very beautiful and had a graceful figure, she was still a little swan that had not grown up yet. The little bit of the feeling in Yang Yuanqing's heart was extinguished by the cold water of Lake Harry again.

He had to pretend not to know and smiled at Bola, "I found that there are many women in Gesa, but not many men."

Bola smiled bitterly, "We have to compete with Xueyantuo's tribe for the horse farm every year. Most of the men died in battle, and many women left behind. Today, there were more than a hundred widows. The lack of males is the common distress of every tribe on the grassland. Children are our most precious wealth."

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Chapter completed!