Fast Transmigration: The Strongest Speech Spirit System

Chapter 178 General's Order

At night, it was as dark as turbid sewage, and you couldn't see your fingers.This is Kawahara in the cold winter of Shuobei. Ice and snow cover the bare loess high slopes. Looking from a distance, the mountains are undulating, but it is desolate and depressed.

The cold wind in Shuobei howled in the night, snowflakes fluttered like goose feathers, but in a low-lying valley, there were countless corpses lying down in the ice, snow and mud.

Looking down from the high ground in the valley, it turned out that there were countless lifeless soldiers in armor and stained with blood.

There must have been a war here. The smoke of the war has not yet dissipated. In addition to the pungent iron smell, there are still fireworks burning in the air. The blood has already stained the snow in the valley red, and the wind has already inserted it into the snow. The dirty and blackened flag, from which the word "cool" can be vaguely glimpsed.

The horseshoes were trampling, galloping from the darkness, a row of fast black shadows had already rushed along the Sichuan Road to look at this silent valley.

In the dark night, this group of people held torches, and the torches reflected their resolute faces. The sound of clanging armor and metal clattering and rubbing on their bodies seemed to indicate their unusual identities.

In the middle of the armor on their chests, there is also a vague word "cool".

These people came to the valley and galloped down, and finally got a glimpse of the scene in the valley under the reflection of the fire.

As far as the eye can see, the valley is full of countless dead corpses. These corpses piled up seem endless, and under the white snow, they are painted with bright blood, which is shocking and shocking. Everything is so tragic that it seems to be in hell on earth.

All the people were shocked for a moment, the torch in their hands fell to the ground, and was instantly extinguished by the snow. The next moment, someone fell from the horse to the ground as if they had lost weight.

Snowflakes like goose feathers fell in the valley, silently, only the wind howled in the cold, as if silently mourning.

The soldiers on the horse started to cry one by one, their resolute faces were reddened by Huo Ying, and their eyes were full of uncontrollable sadness. They were obviously good men, but they were sobbing so hard at this moment.

"It's not true." Someone murmured in the dark night, tears had already blurred his vision, "It can't be true!" The middle-aged soldier who fell from his horse stretched out his hands to hold his head , roaring at the scene in front of him like a crazy beast.

The 30 army, all...all died in the valley! The lives of the 30 soldiers...all were buried here!
Before leaving, the general told him that he would bring his brothers home after this battle, but now... and now...

The soldier was sobbing, sobbing and unable to speak, he clenched his fist tightly and suddenly smashed his hand into the snow in front of him like crazy.

"Vice General Chen!"

Someone was yelling anxiously, they dismounted quickly, and rushed forward to grab the soldier who seemed to be hurting himself. The men looked at each other with tears in their eyes, and they all saw unspeakable pain in their eyes.

"Let me go! Let me die! Let me die!" The general who was being held and pressed fell into the snow. He growled and struggled in pain, like a beast on the verge of death.

"Deputy General Chen! Even if you die now, nothing will come back! The 30 army! They will never come back! The general will never come back again!"

"Snapped!"

The lieutenant, who was crushed to the ground, broke free from the shackles and punched the soldier in front of him.

"Shut up! Shut up!" The lieutenant threw the man to the ground frantically, his fist hit the soldier who was overwhelmed by him, his red eyes were full of ferocity.

But he only punched one punch, and the soldiers behind him had rushed to separate the two.

The lieutenant covered his face and wept bitterly, so choked that he could hardly speak: "If... if we came earlier... sooner..."

However, things in the world never have ifs, since it has happened, they just keep going forward, and there is no way for people to turn back, but listening to the lieutenant general's words, everyone's eyes are wet.

Who would have thought that their victorious general, the youngest general of Nanliang Kingdom, would really fall into the trap of the enemy and let 30 troops be buried in Wuming Valley! Their patron saint of Nanliang would collapse one day!
The new wind blew up the incomplete flags, and the heavy snow from the sky slowly covered the bodies of these dead soldiers, forever freezing the expressions on their faces that were pain, fear, or death.

In the silence, someone spoke: "Lieutenant General, we must at least take the general's body back."

……

The snow water formed by the melting of glaciers converges on the Kawahara to form a river that winds down the undulating snow peaks, like a shiny belt, shining through the sunlight.

This is the Holy River, a river that has never been frozen and flows from Xuefeng to the interior of Nanliang, straddling the border between Dongli and Nanliang.

Someone was swimming in the icy holy river water.

"Hang on! Hey! Boy! You gotta hang on!"

A hoarse voice sounded in the holy river.

It was a veteran, his voice was already hoarse from the icy glacial water, his thin body was shivering, but he was still carrying an unconscious soldier on his shoulders with great difficulty.

"Ouch! The boy is quite heavy!" The veteran muttered, and finally swam to the shore. He leaned the person on his back against the shore with difficulty, pushed and pushed the person ashore, and then he himself struggled to get out of the icy water. climbed up.

"Whoa!"

After disembarking, the veteran turned over and lay down on the ice-covered shore, panting tiredly. He evened his breathing before looking aside.

He pushed the man and called him: "Hey! Boy! It's time to wake up!" As soon as the veteran pushed, the people around him turned to one side, revealing the pale face covered in blisters.

This gentle-faced soldier was pale, he was unconscious and didn't know whether he was dead or alive, but the veteran knew that he was still alive.

They are all people who survived from the sea of ​​corpses, struggling to climb out of the valley where thousands of people were buried, how could they be willing to die so easily?
The old soldier took a break, he stood up and helped the young soldier beside him up and carried them on his back. After walking like this for a while and resting for a while, they finally left the bank of the holy river and were waiting for the old soldier to find a place to carry them on his back. When this person woke up, a group of soldiers with weapons suddenly swooped down from a high slope not far away.

After a while, they arrived in front of the veteran and surrounded him, looking at him warily.

"Nanliang Army?"

The leading soldier squinted his eyes slightly, and with the spear in his hand, he picked up the lettering cloth pasted on the armor on the veteran's chest, where the word "cool" was impressively written.

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(End of this chapter)