Zhao Weiwang in the Warring States Period

The corpses on the river bank were basically all Qin Jun in black armor and red clothes or black armor and gray clothes. It seemed that there were quite a lot of them. Obviously, Zhao Jun's defensive counterattack had achieved considerable results.

But when Lian Po looked at these corpses, he didn't seem to have much joy on his face.

His pair of white eyebrows were tightly wrinkled into an upside-down "eight" character, his sharp eyes were slightly squinted, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone in the sky, which also illuminated the old general's face golden. It seems that there are many expressions on it, but on another look, it seems that there are no expressions at all.

There was a sound of armor rubbing along with the sound of footsteps, gradually approaching Lian Po.

After a while, Le Cheng appeared in front of Lian Po: "Le Cheng has seen the general!"

As the coach, Lian Po did not attend the scene in person in today's battle, but still chose to sit in Daliang Mountain. The specific command of Zhao Leibi's front line was actually in charge of Le Cheng.

Lian Po turned his head slightly and glanced at his deputy: "How about casualties?"

Le Cheng said: "Five thousand people die, four thousand people are injured."

Lian Po said again: "How about the casualties of the Qin army?"

Le Cheng said: "I don't know, maybe twice as many as our army."

Lian Po nodded, and said: "Today's battle is just a test in vain. Pass down the order, the whole army is on alert tonight, and the Qin army may attack at night."

"Night attack?" Le Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then responded: "No!"

Lian Po paused for a moment, then suddenly took a step down the mountain, Le Cheng and a group of Zhao Jun guards beside Lian Po hurriedly followed.

The sky gradually darkened, and the figures of Lian Po and others were slowly and completely engulfed by the darkness. Only the sound of orderly footsteps and the sound of armor rubbing could be faintly heard, gradually drifting away.

Night fell.

Not far from Zhao Leibi's position, there is a large area of ​​neatly arranged and completely connected wooden barracks in Xuan's City, which looks like a large warehouse for later generations. The soldiers of the Zhao army with weapons in their hands stood guard outside the barracks with serious faces, and no one was allowed to enter or leave at will.

Although the door of the barracks was closed, if you listened carefully, you could still hear moans and screams coming from inside.

There was a sound of footsteps from far to near, and then a group of people appeared from the darkness and came to the gate of the barracks.

The soldiers of the Zhao army guarding the gate straightened up almost at the same time after seeing the person coming, saluted as a soldier, and said in unison: "General!"

It was Lian Po, Le Cheng and his party who came.

Lian Po nodded towards the soldiers, and was about to enter the barracks, when he suddenly stopped in front of a Zhao Jun guard.

Just when everyone was stunned for some reason, Lian Po reached out to straighten the crooked helmet on the soldier's head, then patted the awkward soldier on the shoulder, and then strode in.

As soon as he approached the gate of the barracks, a faint smell of blood appeared in Lian Po's nose, and a low, painful cry came from his ears.

The old general frowned, and was about to say something, when suddenly the gate of the barracks in front of him was opened, and several people walked out carrying a pair of straw mats. They were surprised when they saw Lian Po, and subconsciously stopped .

Lian Po's eyes did not look at these people, but at the straw mats they were carrying.

This straw mat was simple and rough, and it seemed that there was a person lying in it, but the face was covered by the straw mat, and the face could not be seen clearly. From Lian Po's perspective, only a pair of motionless feet could be seen.

A few drops of scarlet blood slowly fell from the straw mat to the ground, which was particularly eye-catching in Lian Po's sight.

Lian Po walked up with a calm expression, and lifted the straw mat above.

A face about 20 years old, so young that it was just the grandson of Lian Po, appeared in the eyes of this old general. This face looked quite distorted, with wide-open eyes, and teeth deeply sunk into the lower lip In it, it was obvious that he had experienced incomparable pain before his death.

A sudden strong smell of blood rushed into Lian Po's nostrils, attracting Lian Po's attention. The old general subconsciously looked at it, and found that the abdomen of this body was pierced by some kind of weapon. Through this wound, I saw some body organs that were suspected to be intestines.

The old general sighed, stretched out his hand and slowly closed the eyelids of the corpse, and pushed back a few strands of blood-stained hair on the forehead of the corpse, and then carefully covered it with a straw mat.

"Go."

The soldiers answered yes in a low voice, then passed Lian Po with straw mats, and disappeared into the darkness outside the barracks.

Farther away, at the foot of Daliang Mountain, a few miles away from Xuanshi City, hundreds of soldiers from the Zhao Army have already dug a huge round pit there overnight, where thousands of Zhao Army soldiers who died today have been buried. , and will bury more people in the next few days.

Lian Po finally walked into the barracks.

This is an extremely spacious barracks, which are covered with many straw mats like the one Zhang Lianpo has just seen. Almost every straw mat has a wounded soldier of Zhao Jun lying on it.

The smell of blood and strong medicine, which was several times stronger than that outside the barracks just now, permeated the air here, mixing into a strange smell, so strong that it was almost breathless, but Lian Po's face But there is no strange color, but quietly watching everything in front of him.

Hundreds of people who didn't wear armor and looked strangely dressed kept walking in the camp. These people were witch doctors and alchemists of Zhao State, and they were also military doctors accompanying the army.

I saw that these military doctors stopped from time to time to ask some wounded soldiers, and sometimes squatted down to check their condition, and bandaged and changed the dressings for the wounded soldiers.

The arrival of Lian Po and his party quickly attracted the attention of the people in the camp. One of them looked similar to Lian Po, but his figure was a little stooped and thin, with his limbs exposed, and only the crotch and shoulders were covered with animal fur. A package, an old man with tattoos on his face and a strange feather accessory on his head greeted him.

I saw the old man perform a strange courtesy towards Lian Po, and said to Lian Po in a rather awkward Zhao language: "I have seen the general."

This old man is from the hometown of Zhongshan Kingdom. According to legend, he was the high priest of Zhongshan Kingdom. After Zhongshan Kingdom was destroyed by King Wuling of Zhao, all the people of Zhongshan Kingdom returned to Zhao Kingdom. This old man has followed Zhao Jun for decades, and now he is in charge of everything. Zhao Jun's medical officer is an old acquaintance of Lian Po's.

Lian Po nodded, and asked the old man, "Medical officer, how is the situation?"

The wrinkled face of the old medical officer wrinkled tightly when he heard the words, sighed, opened his mouth with only ordinary teeth and said, "Trouble, trouble. The weapons of the Qin people are also vicious, and they are also very vicious." Vicious. Many, many people are going to die!"

Lian Po shook his head, no longer caring about the chattering old medical officer, but went directly to the straw mats in the barracks.

Those lying on these straw mats were all Zhao Jun's wounded soldiers without exception, and one or two would be fine. Hundreds of thousands of people were lying here together, but it gave people a very different feeling.

Among these wounded soldiers, few were missing arms or legs, because most of those whose limbs had been cut off had already been carried to the big pit on the other side of Daliang Mountain due to excessive blood loss. .

Many people were lying on the straw mats with their eyes tightly closed, and they didn't know whether they had passed out or were out of breath.

During the short 2 minutes that Lian Po came in, four more straw mats were carried out.

Many soldiers were only slightly injured. Although there were bandages on their heads, hands and feet, their faces looked okay, and they could even say hello to Lian Po after seeing them.

The frost covering the face of the old general seemed to melt away in an instant. With a smile of Hexi on his face, Lian Po smiled and talked with the wounded soldiers who were still awake, and even joked a few words from time to time. A few traces of joy began to appear in the big barracks that smelled of parting.

A Zhao soldier who looked about twenty years old, with a bandage on his face and a hanging right hand, smiled at Lian Po: "General, we followed the general a few years ago and defeated the people of Qin in Jiyi. This time we will definitely be able to defeat that white one, right?"

The battle of Jiyi was the last victory that Lian Po commanded against the Qin army.

Lian Po laughed when he heard this, and was about to say something, but suddenly closed his mouth again and turned his eyes away.

On a straw mat not far away, a Zhao soldier's face was pale, his eyes were closed, he kept mumbling something, and his body was trembling slightly.

"cold, cold"

The smile on Lian Po's face disappeared.

The old general stood up suddenly, and said to Le Cheng behind him, "Remove my armor."

Le Cheng was taken aback when he heard the words, but quickly took action.

After a while, the set of general's armor that Lian Po was wearing was removed, revealing the inner shirt inside.