I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 633: The remaining enemies and ourselves! We must ensure eternal peace!
As we enter the twelfth lunar month, the weather is getting colder day by day.

The huge sun is hanging high in the sky, but one can hardly feel any warmth.

When the wind blew, the chill seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow, causing pain in the heart.

"This damn weather..."

Wang Xun, who was wearing ochre jute clothes, cursed while adding fuel to the fire in front of him. With the gradually rising warmth, the blood in his body that seemed to have been frozen and solidified seemed to loosen up a little.

Then he poured a bowl of boiling hot water from the kettle on the fire, warmed his hands with it, and drank it all in one gulp.

“Phew—comfortable!”

You see, people are so easily satisfied.

It's cold, there's fire.

If you are thirsty, there is water.

If you are hungry, there is food.

When these are resolved, it seems that nothing else matters.

"Come, eat meat."

Wang Xun casually shared the charred meat with a few people who were also gathered around the fire. Seeing that they didn't care about his poor cooking skills at all, he smiled happily.

Speaking of which, the army's food supplies have become more and more abundant recently.

How could ordinary soldiers like them eat such meat as much as they do now?

There were people beside the fire, biting into the food with big mouthfuls, mumbling something with emotion.

But as his words came out, the expressions on everyone's faces, which had been softened by the firelight, instantly became somewhat stiff again.

Even the smile on Wang Xun's face, who was naturally lively and outgoing, gradually faded.

Food supplies are increasing because fewer people are eating.

Thirty to fifty people can eat as much as a hundred people, so they can naturally eat until they are full.

Just like the small group of people gathered around the fire at this moment, none of them actually knew each other.

All the familiar people in the past are dead, and most of them even died right before their eyes.

They watched with their own eyes as their heads fell off, their intestines ripped apart, and their bodies tore into pieces...

"Wow--"

As if recalling the scenes that they did not want to recall, someone's face turned pale, and finally he could not help but spit out the chewed meat mixed with sour water that he had just swallowed.

That look and that smell are really intoxicating.

One of the middle-aged soldiers had a gloomy and somewhat dissatisfied expression on his face, but when he saw the young man crying silently, he hesitated for a moment and finally said nothing.

He turned to look at Wang Xun, who also had a bad look on his face, and asked.

"My dear Wang, you are very well-informed. Do you know... whether the war has really ceased?"

Wang Xun’s surname is Wang, and the Wang family of Bingzhou also has the surname Wang.

To the extent that this guy boasted to everyone he met that he was the king of the Wang family of Bingzhou.

It's just that this branch of his family suffered a disaster after moving out of their ancestral homeland in their early years and thus declined.

As a result, it has become so miserable today.

There is no way to verify the truth of his statement, and no one cares.

Instead, they all treated it as a joke and called him "noble man" as a joke.

Wang Xun didn't care about this teasing name and even felt a little proud of it.

At this moment, facing the words of the middle-aged soldier, he nodded without thinking.

"Of course it's true, how can it be false?"

"Didn't you see that even the mountain-shaking cannon has stopped firing in the past two days?"

The Hanshan Cannon is the Lingwen Cannon equipped by the Shenjiying of the Zhenliao Army.

For the soldiers who guard Liao, it is an unparalleled weapon on the battlefield, and the capital and confidence for them to achieve success and survive.

But in the eyes of these Huangtian Army soldiers, every roar of it was a horrific nightmare of pouring death.

I haven't heard any movement from it for two days. It's purely pretentious and nonsense to say that it can't get used to it!
The real joy is when your ears are quiet and your mind is no longer tense.

With this solid evidence, the people sitting by the fire finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed their anxious minds.

"That's good……"

The middle-aged soldier slowly exhaled a breath and sighed somewhat absentmindedly.

Human nature values ​​life, and no one is not afraid of death.

Especially the kind of death where there is no hope at all.

That kind of unspeakable despair made even him, a man who had seen enough storms and had long since put life and death behind him, feel terrified.

Compared with his distraction, the other people around the campfire were more confused at this moment.

"So... you're not going to fight anymore?"

It was clearly a fierce battle one moment and a life-and-death struggle the next, but it was a peaceful and calm peace the next.

Then what does it matter what these people have died one after another and waded through during this period of time?
"How...how can you stop fighting?"

Hearing the sound, everyone turned their eyes to the young figure who had just vomited all over the place.

In the flickering firelight, his young face was flushed and a little ferocious, as if he was questioning.

"Why don't you fight anymore?"

Facing the man's angry question, Wang Xun curled his lips and ignored the young man's ignorance and stupidity.

nonsense!

Of course it’s because I can’t beat him!
But it’s a good thing that there is no hope of winning, otherwise who knows how many people would have died.

The other people around him were also somewhat dissatisfied with the young man's roar at this moment.

But just when they were about to scold him, they heard him hissing through gritted teeth.

"My father is dead! My brother is dead too! How can you just say you don't want to fight me anymore? I won't fight me anymore!"

"Didn't they die in vain? Tell me! Didn't they die in vain?"

No one could answer his question.

Perhaps there is no answer to this question at all.

So they could only put aside the dissatisfaction in their hearts and lowered their eyes to avoid the young man's gaze.

The flames from the bonfire were still swaying in the wind, but they seemed to be still.

And at a certain moment after a long period of silence, several figures suddenly strode towards them.

The leader was the new chief of their city.

Upon seeing this, everyone hurriedly stood up and prepared to salute, but the captain waved his hand to stop them.

"Are you on duty today?"

Seeing the captain's unhappy face, Wang Xun's heart sank, and he subconsciously defended himself and others for gathering together to roast fire.

"Captain, it's too cold today, and so are the brothers..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the captain.

"Okay, I don't blame you."

Having said that, the captain said again.

"Go ahead and call everyone out."

As soon as these words were spoken, Wang Xun and the others' faces changed, and their minds, which had just relaxed, instantly tensed up again.

Is this going to be another battle?
The middle-aged soldier among them glared at him fiercely, and his meaning was obvious.

'Didn't you say a bloody truce?'

But since they were all in the front, no one dared to say anything.

He could only put on a heavy face, press the sword at his waist, and bow in salute.

"Here."

But just as they were about to turn around, they were stopped by the captain.

"Wait, you don't need to equip soldiers or wear armor when you line up in battle."

Upon hearing this, everyone, including Wang Xun, was stunned, with a look of confusion on their faces.

At this time, the captain explained with a wry smile.

"You guessed it right. The war has ceased."

"We're letting you go this time because the Taoist priest above has made an agreement with the other side, and they've agreed to let us take back our Taoist friend's remains..."

In fact, it was not the Taoist priest above who told the other party, but the other party who brought it up on his own initiative.

It is said that warriors fight for life and death and decide victory or defeat on the battlefield, but they should respect each other off the battlefield.

respect?

The leader was a little confused.

However, after saying this, everyone present visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and their tense bodies instantly relaxed.

"It would be better if we don't fight anymore. This way no one will die!"

With this thought in mind, many people even showed some joy on their faces, and then hurriedly ran towards the barracks behind them.

Only the young soldier who had just asked sternly with a red face, "Why don't you fight anymore?", now stood there with a pale face.

Not because of anger about the 'truce'.

Instead, he felt ashamed for the fear that arose in him at that moment when he thought he had 'restarted the war'!
Obviously... obviously it was my father and brother who risked their lives to push me out of the pile of dead bodies, but I...

Seeing that he just stood there stiffly without moving for a long time, the captain walked up slowly and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

"Live well, and live well for your father and brother for the rest of your life..."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Obviously, the captain actually listened to their "chat" in its entirety and attentively.

……

When charging into the battle formation before, my mind was highly focused, and the only thing in my eyes was the enemy in front of me. My other senses were actually weak.

The so-called tragic battlefield with corpses everywhere is just a vague idea, not a very clear concept.

Until this moment, the two sides returned to the battlefield where they were fighting.

At this moment, Shura Purgatory was completely embodied in his mind.

The mountains and seas of corpses piled high and stretching as far as the eye can see are enough to shock anyone who witnesses them into speechlessness.

"So many...can we move them all?"

This subconscious self-talk expressed the thoughts of people like Wang Xun.

And even if all the bodies could be moved, where should they be put?
For such problems, Dutou is also very troubled.

So he used his eyesight to see what the Zhen Liao troops on the opposite side were doing.

As far as the eye could see, all they could see were the Youzhou tigers and wolves, covered in cold black armor, silently collecting the bodies of their own people, not leaving out even the remains.

Even those who could not leave their bodies behind would find some remnants of armor to bring back and mark them.

Upon seeing this, the captain was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to express.

There is no way, I can’t copy the other person’s homework.

Firstly, compared with our side, the number of deaths on the other side was far, far less, not even on the same order of magnitude.

Secondly, he estimated that the Taoists above him could not spare so much manpower and material resources to avenge those Taoist friends who died in the battle.

How to do?
"Well, let's dig a pit and bury them. It's not good to leave them exposed in the wilderness..."

It would be fine if it was a severe winter, but if it was a hot summer.

With so many corpses gathered together and rotting, the resulting epidemic might kill off an entire county, not to mention the evil spirits that might be bred by the horrible death and evil spirits.

When Wang Xun and other Huangtian soldiers heard this, they couldn't help but look bitterly at the mountain and sea of ​​corpses in front of them.

'What a big hole this is! '

He was full of resentment and his work was a bit rough.

Especially in this twelfth month of winter, the weather was extremely cold, and there was a heavy snow the night before.

The corpses had already frozen as hard as the ground. Some were so tightly connected together by the blood that they could not be separated.

With a slightly rough movement, the originally intact corpse became mutilated.

At first they felt a little apologetic about this kind of thing, but later on they became numb.

At this moment, a voice filled with suppressed anger was heard from the far opposite side.

"stop!"

Wang Xun and other Huangtian Army soldiers, who were already sweating profusely, were all stunned when they heard this.

When they looked up and saw those black-armored figures striding towards them, their faces changed and they almost instinctively felt a little panicked.

Just as they were about to shout and form a battle line to meet the enemy, they saw those black-armored tigers and wolves crossing the boundaries of both sides and starting to shout and curse at them.

"Who the hell told you to do this!"

"They are your comrades! They are your brothers! You have so casually trampled on their remains today, causing them to be mutilated after death. What will you do if you are treated like this in the future?"

Wang Xun and others looked stunned and somewhat confused.

After he dies?

They're all dead, why bother with their corpses!
They couldn't figure out where the anger of these Zhenliao tigers and wolves came from, but when these tigers and wolves, whose bodies exuded coldness and murderousness, did not hesitate to use up their true energy to help them melt the frozen bodies, they still subconsciously said something.

"Um, thank you..."

Faced with this sudden thank you, the tigers and wolves that guard Liao seemed to be stunned for a moment.

Then he slowly exhaled the foul air and spoke in a muffled voice.

"You're welcome. After all... we are all from the same clan..."

Compared with the Wuhuan tribe who had a blood feud for generations, these bandits wearing ochre and yellow jute clothes were different after all.

They speak the same language, write the same characters, and have the same customs...

The bones were broken and the tendons were still connected.

It’s a pity that these bandits probably won’t understand my thoughts, let alone empathize with me.

Seeing these bandits looking confused when he said "fellow tribe member", the leading Zhen Liao soldier sighed inwardly.

But after sighing, he hesitated and said.

"You guys do it first. I'll go ask my superiors if I can get permission to come over and help..."

After hearing this, all the Huangtian soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment, almost thinking that this official thief was a fool.

Otherwise, why would he say such foolish words?

But just as they were laughing in their hearts and thinking it was ridiculous, they were soon dumbfounded.

In less than a moment, a group of dark figures were seen slowly approaching from the foot of the mountain in the distance.

This sudden change instantly caused a panic in the Huangtian Army camp on the opposite side, and they quickly gathered their troops to prepare for the "raid" of the Zhen Liao Army.

However, they soon discovered that the ferocious officials and thieves on the opposite side were not wearing armor or carrying weapons. They just walked towards them defenselessly in black linens.

When they got closer to the battlefield, the leading Zhen Liao general spoke loudly.

"My Lord's decree!"

"The dead are the greatest! So no matter what happened during life, all their sins will be forgiven after death! They should be buried in peace!"

After saying this, the Dharma domain was unleashed, slowly melting and dissolving a piece of frozen soil.

After completing this step, he said to the soldier behind him who was only wearing black lining.

"Boys, go give them a hand!"

The next moment, the dark crowd of figures responded with a loud bang.

"Here!"

……

that's it.

These two groups of people were fighting to the death a few days ago.

Officials and thieves, enemies and me, all began to sweat profusely in this Shura purgatory created by both sides.

It is no exaggeration to say that this scene is the greatest black humor in the world.

Especially when they saw a soldier of the Huangtian Army digging a deep pit skillfully, some soldiers of Zhenliao could not help but laugh and curse.

"You kid, you can dig faster than me!"

The Huang Tian army soldier grinned.

"Nonsense! My ancestors used to use hoes! What can you compare with me?"

The soldier who guarded Liao suddenly fell silent after hearing this. After a while, he said.

"You should stick with the hoe. This sword weapon is really not suitable for you."

Does it look impressive in armor?

In exchange for my life!

And there is never any shame in holding a hoe.

However, when the Huangtian Army soldier heard this, he lowered his eyes and sighed.

"Another piece of bullshit. Do I have any choice?"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers of Zhen Liao were silent for a moment again, and finally spoke firmly.

"Don't worry, it will happen."

"With my lord, the world will be peaceful forever."

The soldiers of the Huangtian Army wanted to sneer and refute this, but seeing the serious look on the other party's face and looking back at the "black skins" around them who were rolling around in the bloody mud like them, they finally uttered a sentence.

"hope so……"

Just as he said "I hope so", the three pairs of eyes that were taking in the whole scene slowly faded away.

Zhang Xian retracted his Dharma Eye and looked up at the two old Taoist priests beside him with a complicated expression.

"What do you think?"

……

(End of this chapter)