The Prodigal Son of the Empire

One side is vigorous, and the other is decadent.

"Protect the general, protect the general!"

Qidong's personal guards protected him in the middle, and he fought and fled...

"Can we escape?"

Xia Yanchun's voice trembled, at this moment he was not riding alone, but was being led by someone.

"Yes, definitely!"

"Drive! Drive!"

The master and general fled first, and as soldiers they had the courage to fight, they only knew that people around them kept falling...

And so on until the light of day...

I can't run anymore, I really can't run anymore.

The horses were almost exhausted.

directly on the ground.

Horses have become like this, let alone people?

After a few hours of trembling with fear, it should be safe...

I don't know where I fled to.

Qi Dongqiang cheered up and ordered: "Adjutant Lin, count the number of people."

"Already counted."

"Oh, how many of us are there?"

"Less than four thousand!"

"Less than four thousand!"

"Less than four thousand!"

Qi Dong murmured, a mouthful of blood spewed out, and he collapsed to the ground.

Of the 2 horses, less than [-] survived. This loss is too great!

Especially this kind of psychological gap is unacceptable.

"grown ups,"

"grown ups,"

The surrounding generals all knelt down and cried loudly!

This battle is too useless, and has been passive from beginning to end...

Deep in the enemy's chain meter, it is difficult to pull out!

Qi Dong felt that all the strength in his body was drained, and he lay on the ground slumped.

Xia Yanchun beside him was also in the same posture, muttering, the sky finally dawned...

On the far horizon, a white belly appeared, a ray of light drove away the surrounding darkness, and a new day came.

Only in this way will the entire main battlefield be fully revealed!

The water receded and the fire went out.

What was left was a mess all over the ground, corpses all over the ground, the two sides of West Hill seemed to have become Shura Prison, with dead bodies everywhere...

But for those Vietnamese soldiers who surrendered, it was far from over.

The autumn morning was freezing to the bone, but compared to this, their hearts were even colder, because what was waiting for them was still unknown...

All the surrendered soldiers were closely watched, and they lined up in a long queue, walking numbly.

The victorious Feng'an City defenders are cleaning the battlefield...

Wang Kang also breathed a sigh of relief, and murmured, "It's finally dawn..."

[Author's Digression]: The first update.

Chapter 571 Kill them all!

The whole battle started at Yin time and ended at Mao time, less than five hours in between.

In five hours, how many people lost their lives.

Wang Kang walked slowly on the West Hill, looking at the dead bodies one by one, all kinds of tragedies...

Their faces still maintained the expressions before death, with horror, unwillingness, and painful distortions...

There is also a strong smell of blood in the air, which is disgusting!

Wang Kang closed his eyes, he felt a little nauseous.

This is inevitable.

It was also the first time for him to experience such a scene, and it required a process of adaptation both psychologically and physically.

War is cruel.

They were still alive yesterday, but today they are cold corpses.

And this result was all caused by him!

What kind of feeling is this?

Unable to speak.

"Master City Guard!"

"Master City Guard!"

The soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield saw Wang Kang scrambling to greet them!

They all knew that the reason for this great victory was because of this young city guard!

Overnight, it spread throughout the army.