The queen mother wants to go against the sky: General, please take your seat

Chapter 813 Zhan Yi said, he won't go to Nanyan Castle too, right?

The eldest son Zhe stood in the huge pile of corpses. After sunrise, the temperature rose, and it was already the end of summer, but the temperature in the desert during the day can still be described as extremely hot.Mr. Zhe raised his arm to wipe the sweat off his face. The corpse was decomposing at an accelerated rate in the hot weather. Mr. Zhe believed that the air must be full of the smell of corpses, but he couldn't smell it. His sense of smell Temporarily disabled.

At this time, several Liaodong troops were transferred by Qiu Yue to clean up the battlefield while searching for the corpse of Tiemu Tower.

In the open space not far away, a team of hundreds of Liaodong troops was digging up the yellow sand. They wanted to dig a big pit for burying the corpses.

"Eldest Young Master," a soldier pointed to the east, showing his Eldest Young Master.

Young Master Zhe looked east, and in the open space over there, the Liaodong Army was also busy digging holes for burying corpses.If you look further afield, you can see that the Liaodong Army is digging holes in any open space.

A small soldier, staying not far from Mr. Zhe and his party, knelt in the bloody water, and dragged away a barbarian corpse, revealing the corpses of several fellow soldiers under the corpse. The small soldier was very careful. He fumbled around the corpse, as if looking for something.

"He's looking for their military badge," Mr. Zhe explained to his subordinates: "The Liaodong Army, soldiers and generals, all have an iron plate with their name and hometown engraved on it. Card."

"Is this for the funeral of their family members?" A soldier asked.

"There seems to be a general temple in Liaodong, where these iron plaques are enshrined," another soldier whispered, "I heard that their military plaques are a badge of identity when they are alive, and spiritual tablets when they die. In the temple, enjoy the eternal incense."

"Ah," a young Zhefu soldier sighed in a low voice: "Is this really the case? So General Mo, Young General Mo, and Young Master Yan all have such a brand?"

"Yes." This time it was the eldest son Zhe who answered the soldiers' question, "Here in Liaodong, a body without a soul is just a stinky skin. Therefore, the Liaodong Army will only bring back the military badges of the soldiers who died in battle, and will not bring back the corpses."

As soon as Mr. Zhe finished speaking, a team of the Liaodong Army had already started pulling carts to collect the corpse.

The eldest son and his own soldiers, the guards watched the Liaodong army intently, and when they saw the Liaodong army collecting the corpses, they would pick and choose a little bit, throwing the corpses of the barbarians aside, and only took the corpses of their own people.But this kind of provocation was very careless, and many barbarian corpses were mixed with the corpses of the Liaodong Army and taken away by soldiers.

You Zhefu's soldiers were in a hurry and ran to remind the soldiers.

"What are you afraid of?" The captain who led the team waved his hand nonchalantly, and said, "Let's be a little messy, just add a few ghosts to the dead brothers to serve them."

While talking, the captain followed the instructions of Zhefu's personal soldier and did it himself, dragged a barbarian's body from the car, threw it on the ground, and took a sip.

This is the first time Zhefu's soldiers have heard such a saying, let the dead barbarians be ghost servants?The stunned young man ran back to look for his eldest son.

Young Master Zhe shook his head and said, "It's what they say." With such corpses, it's completely impossible to pick out the corpses of the enemy and us, so we can only comfort ourselves in this way.

Yan Dongjin sat on a cleared area, looked up at the female slave Xixi standing in front of him.

Xibei was looking at the guards sitting beside Yan Dongjin, and she didn't see any of the guards she had seen before.

"They are all dead," Yan Dongjin told Xibei.

Northwest didn't speak, but tears flowed out of his eyes all at once, and one of the guards even called "big sister", unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, these people were all gone.

Yan Dongjin couldn't see any sadness, and asked Xibei, "How many people did you survive?"

Northwest shook his head and said in a low voice, "I don't know."

Yan Dongjin said: "What about the person who is with you?"

Northwest bit his lip and said nothing.

Yan Dongjin understands that there are still many female slaves who committed suicide.When suffering in the hands of the barbarians, these women were able to survive, but when they could go home, these women chose to kill themselves.Little General Yan sighed, he didn't want to say anything anymore, he told the sky, even the dead can't live.

"Take these slaves to the refugee camp," Yan Dongjin waved to a soldier, and ordered in a low voice, "tell General Zheng and the others to give them some food and make sure they don't starve to death. Also, take them back to the pass Go, how to arrange it, let General Qiu take care of it."

The soldiers half-kneeling at the end of severe winter took orders, and when they got up, they were about to lead the northwest.

Northwest followed the soldiers back.

"Tell them where your home is." Yan Dong thought about it, and said behind Xibei: "Let them take you home."

Northwest turned around and said blankly: "Yes, but I have no slaves, no home."

"I don't know where home is?" Yan Dongjin asked.

"They're all dead," Northwest said in a daze. Her parents and brothers all died outside the pass. She had a husband and a son, but they were all dead too.

"Many people are like this," Zhan Yi whispered to Yan Dong at this time. When he followed Mo Sangqing, he saw this kind of thing a lot. People who were taken away by the barbarians as slaves were rescued by them Most of the people brought back to the customs are men, as for women, there are really not many.

"How did my elder brother do it?" Yan Dongjin asked, "It's not true that even a woman can't be saved, right?"

"All the rescued ones have been arranged to go to Xiuzhuang," Zhan Yi said, "The major general personally arranged it."

"Embroidery shop?" Yan Dongjin said, "My elder brother still runs an embroidery shop?"

Zhan Yi said, "This subordinate doesn't know if the embroidery shop was opened by the Major General."

Yan Dongjin really didn't care much about what his elder brother has done these years. General Yan Shao is sitting and thinking now, but he can't think of what he has done these years.

"Are these women also arranged to enter the embroidery village?" Zhan Yi asked Yan Dongjin.

"Let General Qiu arrange them well," Yan Dongjin pushed the errand to Qiu Yue, how could he care about it now?Besides, he doesn't know where the gate of the embroidery village will open.

"It would be great if Mr. Lu was here," Zhan Yi muttered at this moment, "He usually arranges these things."

Zhan Yi said Mr. Lu, this reminded Yan Dongjin, he asked this person to look for his elder brother, now he has fought with Tie Mu Pagoda, and there is no sign of Lu Zhusheng, where did this man go ?

What Yan Dong never knew, Zhan Yi didn't even know, and it was impossible for Lu Zhusheng to be in Qiu Yue's army, or they would have seen someone by now.

Zhan Yi's expression suddenly became terrified, and he said to Yan Dong: "He won't go to Nanyan Castle too?"

(End of this chapter)