After the Grain Rain, it will not take long before summer begins.

At this time of Shuojing, rain should be falling continuously. But in Jiuchuan, the desert is boundless, with the hot summer air already, the sun is long and the soldiers' lips are dry and cracked.

The battle is particularly fierce.

After winning the first battle last month, He Yan led the Fuyue Army to fight with the Utou many times. The Utou people suffered many hardships at the hands of Wu'an Hou and gradually realized that Wu'an Hou was definitely not an incompetent person who was just like a figure and was lucky enough to be appointed as an official. Her exquisite formation, her bravery in the battle, and even her skillful swordsman reminded the Utou people of the legendary General Feihong.

The same is true.

After several battles, He Yan roughly understood the combat mode of the Utou people and began to counterattack. She was extremely patient and was not in a hurry to attack the city. She only practiced the tactic of "the thief comes when he comes, and the thief goes when he goes; the soldiers shine on the day, and attacks the camp at night". The Utou people could not stand such "harassment" every now and then. For a long time, they were depressed, depressed and exhausted, and they were defeated again and again.

Today is the time to siege the city.

A woman in red armor rode a horse on the battlefield, with her flags and drums shaking the sky, and her swords and shadows. The military formation followed her command like agile dragon, carrying a murderous aura to the enemy camp.

Her sword moves forward.

The two armies fought, thousands of miles away.

Xiaomai was fighting with a strong utopian. Although he was young and strong, if he was good at getting up, he was not as good as Shi Tou. At this moment, he tried his best and suddenly kicked the knee of the person in front of him. The man was kicked and staggered. Xiaomai took this opportunity to wipe his neck with a knife.

The opponent fell down, and he felt relieved. Before he could show a smile of joy, he was suddenly knocked to the ground by a man and rolled twice on the ground. Xiaomai tightened his heart, subconsciously raised his head and saw the stone holding him, his back blocking him, and a black arrow penetrated into his back, revealing only a little feather.

Shi Tou's lips moved, and he had only had time to say two words: "Be careful."

Another arrow pierced his back.

The boy spat out a mouthful of blood, "...Go away!"

"Brother--" Xiaomai shouted grief. Seeing this, Wang Ba on the other side carried a knife and rushed towards two Utu archers ambushing in the dark, fighting with them.

The lively boy who always smiled was full of panic at this moment, and tears fell down, kneeling beside him, shouting: "Brother, don't scare me, brother..."

Shi Tou looked at the young brother in front of him with two arrows, and his physical strength was passing by little by little. The battlefield was so chaotic and wheat was very dangerous.

"Go... don't stay here..." He spoke with difficulty, "Danger..."

Then the light in his eyes went out.

Xiaomai let out a painful howl. Unfortunately, this is the battlefield, and no one pays attention to his sadness at this moment.

Death happens anytime, anywhere.

Huang Xiong's armor has been cut down and his face has been damaged a lot. He is already very old and is more than enough to deal with ordinary thieves, but it is difficult to deal with these tough and cunning uuts.

The utu person in front of him was fighting with him, and he was chopped at the mouth of his tiger, and his flesh was blurred. When he held the knife, it hurt so hard that his strength gradually disappeared. Even the golden knife that had been with him for many years became particularly heavy, as if it was difficult to wield.

His fatigue was seen by the other party, and the utuner laughed and said, "No, this big man can't do it!"

Perhaps he had a majestic appearance and the golden sword was particularly conspicuous. Uttor paid great attention to him and shouted, "This sword belongs to me!"

Huang Xiong said in a deep voice: "Dream."

He held a big knife in his hand and slashed with the other party's blade. At this moment, a cold suddenly appeared behind him, and a long and bright knife penetrated his chest from behind, stabbing him staggeringly.

The utu behind him burst into laughter.

However, the smile was only halfway through. The man who was as tall as a bear shouted loudly and turned around suddenly. Regardless of the wounds on his body, he raised the big knife in his hand, and instantly cut off the head of the utu behind him. The smug laughter on the other end also came to an abrupt end when a golden light was about to take his life away.

The armor on his body was completely pierced by the tip of the knife. He held the hilt and pulled it out suddenly. The moment he pulled it out, he finally couldn't support it and fell to the ground dejectedly.

In his hand, he was still holding the golden-backed sword tightly.

For so many years, he has been wandering around because of this knife, but it is also this knife that accompanied him thousands of miles and killed his enemies. He is now alone and has no worries. It is not a pity that he can only accompany his close friend who has been with him for many years before his death.

only……

The man in Lu Zhuang looked into the sky, the Buddhist beads on his chest were warm and dark, and he saw his mother gently praying in front of the Buddhist temple to return soon. The sisters were organizing steaming food, and the brother was asking his nephew what he had just learned today...

So calm and so comfortable.

He closed his eyes with peace of mind, his expression of tranquility that he had never had before.

The prodigal son has been away for so long, and now he can finally return home.

...

The city is broken.

The soldiers were slacking off their troops and exposing their bones. The soldiers cheered for this hard-won victory, and everyone who survived was filled with a happy smile.

The woman in the head was so energetic and had no fatigue at all. She was always like this, as if she had never had a weak side. It was because of her that the morale of the Fuyue Army became stronger day by day.

The Utuans were beaten and abandoned the city and fled. At this point, Jiuchuan was finally recaptured by their Great Wei.

He Yan's face was covered with blood that he had not yet been wiped. He was about to go to count the results when he saw Wang Ba walking towards her with a serious expression.

The smile on the corner of her lips suddenly faded away.

"You come and have a look." He said.

In the wars over the past few days, people have been dying. The men from Liangzhou Guards finally realized that this time was different from every time before. The war made them grow rapidly, made them taciturn, firm and calm. Wang Ba is no longer the one who shouted around before. He has become much quieter these days.

He Yan followed him into the front.

The soldiers who died in battle could only be buried on the spot, while the surviving soldiers checked one by one whether they had the tokens they carried. If they could be found, they would return to Shuojing and give them to their families. Most of the soldiers here would have a letter on their bodies before going to the battlefield. If they were unfortunately killed in battle, their comrades would bring the letter back to their families.

He Yan saw Shi Tou and Huang Xiong.

She had understood a long time ago that when people go to the battlefield, they cannot decide their own life and death. When they are put on armor, they are ready to give their lives. Those who live to the end are not very lucky, and they will inevitably watch their comrades away one by one.

First there was Hongshan, now it was Shitou and Huang Xiong.

The stone was killed by an arrow, the arrow was pulled out, and the clothes on his chest were dyed red. Huang Xiong died under the knife. He heard that he died with the two Ututors in the end. When he finally found him, he still held the knife in his hand tightly.

He Yan half-kneeled in front of the two of them, carefully tidying up the messy clothes that had been cut for them.

Xiaomai cried and her eyes were red. Heyan still remembered the first time she saw Shi Tou and Xiaomai, the hunters who had grown up in the mountains talked about her ambition to join the army. Xiaomai was lively and innocent, greedy and fun, Shi Tou was taciturn and steady, and as meticulous as a hair.

War has changed all this.

A small soldier asked, "Sir, Brother Huang's knife..."

If such a good knife is used on the battlefield, it will be jealous.

"He has no family, this knife is his family. I have been with him for so many years. Let's go to the burial with him." He Yan looked at the man on the ground, the big brother who was lost who could not tell the direction and was lost. Seeing the calm smile on his face, he thought that he had found his way home.

She stood up, and for a moment of sadness, she said, "Call them to come to my tent and have a war to talk about."

Stand firmly and never look back.

...

It seemed to be to celebrate the victory of regaining Jiuchuan, late at night, the moon came out.

The woman in the tent dropped the last stroke on the map, rubbed her eyes, stood up, and walked out.

She climbed up the city tower and looked into the distance. In the direction outside the city, there was a vast yellow sand. The beacon fire reflected the long ground in the distance. The Gobi Desert was desolate, and the white city tower was here, like a lonely boat in the deep sea.

A crescent moon hangs in the night sky, temporarily illuminating the desolation.

She sat down on the ground, and a slight sound in her stomach, only to realize that the war has ended and she has not eaten a bite yet.

A dry cake was handed over, and He Yan was slightly stunned. Jiang Jiao walked over from behind, sat down beside her, and said, "I know you probably didn't eat it, so I left it for you."

He Yan smiled slightly: "Thank you."

She took a bite of the dry cake and filled the coarse grain into her belly, bringing real fullness.

Jiang Jiao handed her the kettle, and she raised her head and took a big sip, with a cheerful posture. Her face was still covered with mud and blood that had not been dried, and she looked particularly embarrassed, but her eyes were still as bright as stars.

He suddenly felt a little emotional in his heart.

In the Fuyue Army, everyone said that He Yan was born brave and was like a god. He was never tired. The men still needed a rest after this battle. However, after she got off the battlefield, she counted the results of the battle, arranged to command the subsequent pursuit, and re-analyzed the enemy situation. Until now, she had not changed her clothes and had no dry food. Only at this moment, when she sat on the ground on the unmanned city tower, would she reveal a little of her own fatigue.

He heard He Yan's voice: "How is Xiaomai?"

"Not very good, Wang Ba always stays with him." Jiang Jiao's voice fell.

The brothers of Liangzhou Wei have already left halfway. No one can tell who will be the next one and who will be able to go to the end and return to Shuojing alive.

He Yan raised his head and drank a sip of water, his voice still calm, "You have to let him come out quickly."

This is cruel, but Jiang Jiao also understood in his heart that this is on the battlefield, and on the battlefield, it will not leave people with sad time.

Although He Yan did not shed tears, it did not mean that she was not sad. After all, she was a woman, and she should be powerless to watch the people around her leave one by one.

"Brother He," Jiang Jiao asked: "Do you want to be the governor?"

The answer to him is silence.

After a while, He Yan raised his head and looked into the distance of the city tower.

In the lonely desert, only the silver crescent moon is quietly hanging in the night.

"No." She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, as if she saw another person through the crescent moon in front of her.

"I know, he's here."

The sound of crows came from afar. The cold wind in the night made the torches like shaking stars. The young female general stood up and patted someone's shoulders around her: "Go back early, there is still a tough battle to fight tomorrow."

Turning around and leaving.

...
To be continued...