In the beginning, I set up a street stall in Datang

Chapter 53
Looking at Shen Lang's scarred and exhausted looks.

Listen to their deafening snoring.

Li Xiuning's delicate body trembled in an instant, and the surging pain in her heart made her cry again.

If he was not extremely tired, who could lie in this pool of blood and fall asleep in the heavy rain?

The surrounding Tang soldiers trembled even more.

Looking at the battlefield where corpses piled up like a mountain, and looking at the blood-armored general lying in a pool of blood, their hearts were filled with deep awe.

They are real fighters!
They are the real heroes!
……

Li Xiuning got off her horse and slowly walked towards Shen Lang who was lying on the ground.

Under the wash of the rain, Shen Lang revealed his handsome and extraordinary cheeks.

"What a handsome and domineering son, is he really descended from the gods?"

Li Xiuning stared at Shen Lang's cheeks obsessively, and whispered in her heart with great curiosity.

If the gods hadn't descended to earth, how could they single-handedly save the people of Youzhou?

And how to take Youzhou back from the Turkic cavalry?

If it hadn't been for the gods to come down to earth, how could he lead the Dingzhou soldiers to block the attack of the Turkic cavalry?

And how to split the Turkic general in half with one blow?
But he has such a handsome face, whose son is it?
Who is willing to let him fight in this battlefield like purgatory on earth...

Driven by strong curiosity, Li Xiuning slowly squatted beside Shen Lang.

She stared at Shen Lang's handsome face in a daze, and couldn't help reaching out to touch it.

But just as her fingertips touched Shen Lang's skin, Shen Lang's closed eyes suddenly opened.

Subconsciously, he reached out and grabbed Li Xiuning's white and tender wrist tightly.

Facing his red eyes, Li Xiuning couldn't help but tremble in shock.

Perhaps it was because Shen Lang discovered that Li Xiuning was not a Turkic barbarian, or maybe he opened his eyes subconsciously, but he was still asleep.

He then slowly closed his eyes, and retracted his hands again.

But he didn't let go of Li Xiuning's wrist!

Li Xiuning, who was stunned in place, threw her head into Shen Lang's arms without any precaution.

"Boom!"

Following a muffled sound, Li Xiuning lay on Shen Lang's body.

As soon as the two of them went up and down, their postures were unusually ambiguous.

Listening to Shen Lang's powerful heartbeat, feeling his fiery breath.

Li Xiuning's delicate cheeks instantly became hot.

Looking at Shen Lang's handsome face so closely, she couldn't help but reach out and gently wipe away the blood on her cheek.

A strange feeling surged in her heart in an instant, like breaking into a herd of deer, which made her heart beat wildly.

At this moment, all the strength in her body seemed to be drained.

Just laying on Shen Lang's chest lightly, staring at his side face in a daze, in a daze.

"Princess, are you alright?"

This old bastard, Li Jing, interrupted this beautiful scene unexpectedly.

As his words fell, Li Xiuning immediately reacted.

He hurriedly got up from Shen Lang's body.

Just looking at the scars on Shen Lang's chest, she actually had the urge to continue lying quietly on Shen Lang's chest to protect him from the wind and rain.

At this moment, her mind was completely messed up.

Since ancient times, heroes have been sad for beauty.

How can a beauty pass the hero test?
"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and clean the battlefield!"

Li Xiuning stabilized her mind, and in order to hide her embarrassment, she reprimanded the generals around her.

"General, they..."

A soldier of the Tang Dynasty faltered at Li Xiuning.

"What happened to them?"

Li Xiuning asked with a frown.

"Reporting to the general, some of these soldiers can't breathe when they lie down."

As the words fell, everyone was stunned for an instant.

A surge of sadness instantly gushed out from the bottom of everyone's heart, making their eyes red again.

"How is that possible? Aren't they asleep?"

Li Jing asked in disbelief.

He knelt down and checked himself.

Breathe, gone.

The main artery in the neck has also stopped beating.

Then tears the size of peas burst out of my eyes.

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

Even though he has been on the battlefield for decades, he has seen countless loyal martyrs die for their country and killed countless enemies.

But at this moment, his heart, which had already become icy cold, felt an inexplicable pain.

"What happened to them?"

Li Xiuning asked with a sob on the side.

"They fall asleep and never wake up."

Li Jing burst into tears as he spoke.

Li Xiuning's body seemed to be emptied, and she collapsed to the ground with a "plop".

An unprecedented sadness instantly enveloped her.

This group of white-armored soldiers did not know where they came from, or who they were.

But they used their flesh and blood to guard every inch of the Tang Dynasty.

They desperately killed the enemy, and finally waited for reinforcements.

They can finally have a good rest.

But they closed their eyes, and Que never woke up again.

How sad, how tragic!
An unprecedented shock swept through all the soldiers in an instant.

A sadness that had never been experienced before spread in the hearts of everyone.

This group of clank and iron-boned men burst into tears one by one.

This group of white-armored soldiers who don't know where they came from, they fought to the end.

Tens of thousands of Turkic cavalry failed to defeat them, but they closed their eyes, but they couldn't open them again.

What made them stick to the end?
What makes them fight desperately to the last moment, to the death and not give up!

It is Han Jiaerlang's iron bones, it is Han Jiaerlang's belief that he will not stop bleeding and never die!
"Go find a tent, let them have a good rest and sleep peacefully."

Li Jing endured the endless desolation in his heart, and ordered to the surrounding Tang soldiers.

"what!"

After speaking, he knelt in the bloody water, raised his head to the sky and roared.

The first god of war in the Tang Dynasty, the first tough guy in the Tang Dynasty.

At this moment, facing this group of white-armored soldiers who don't know where they came from, I couldn't bear it anymore.

He raised his head and roared, crying...

But he couldn't get rid of the endless desolation in his heart.

Eight thousand soldiers of the Tang Dynasty cleaned the battlefield while shedding tears.

Looking at the pile of corpses, they didn't feel the slightest joy of repelling the Turkic cavalry, only endless desolation.

There are corpses all over the ground, including those of Dingzhou people, some of Dingzhou women, and some of white-armored soldiers.

More, but it is the Turkic cavalry!
With their military horses, how did they face the tens of thousands of Turkic cavalry?
How did they kill the more than [-] Turkic barbarians?

They turned their heads involuntarily one by one, and looked towards the place where Shen Lang and those white armored soldiers were lying.

Their hearts are filled with endless respect!
As the son of the Han family, as a soldier of the Tang Dynasty, that's how it should be!

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