On June 27th, the red clouds swept across the west clouds like tides.

With slow steps, the shaft of the carriage rolled over the bright red soil and squeezed out dark liquid. In the sound of the creaking wooden shaft turning, a black crow flew from the ground, hovering around the sky, or landing on nearby branches, blinking its red eyes and making a creeping cry.

Wow

The steps of the past shocked a crow. The soldiers pulling the chariot lifted the broken corpses and companions on the ground and gently put them into the chariot. The expression was solemn, but occasionally wiped the wet marks at the corners of their eyes. The light of dusk swept the fields. The eagle flag and the Xiliang flag were tilted and crooked on the ground, with arrows everywhere on it, and the torn blades were ripped lightly in the breeze.

The flag stretched out from side to side, and countless corpses were entwined on the front line, entangled with the enemies who had been alive. Some still bit each other's neck until death, some grinned at the sky, clasped half of the knife, and blood solidified in the abdomen. Then someone gently closed the corpse's eyes: "...I'm back home." In the voice, the closed corpse quietly lay in the shaft with his companions who had fought and slowly drove back.

There were many corpses, and flocks of crows were impatient, and they flew down from the trees to peck at the ground. There were more chariots around them to the battlefield and the rear. There were also soldiers or slaves from the Roman army who restrained the corpses. The two sides occasionally had close contact, but they had no intention of taking action. They just silently separated some of the soldiers who were entangled with the dead and took them back.

"Hey! The people of Daqin!"

The shaft chariot was still moving forward. A Han soldier next to him stopped, turned around and raised the knife in his hand, pointed to the tip of the knife to the opposite side. The shaft chariot driving there stopped. A young Roman scattered soldier turned his head, with a childish face on his dirty face, looking at the Selius people holding the knife. The Han soldier did not continue to speak, but just used the blade to wipe his neck, with his eyes ferocious and fierce.

The young straggler lowered his head silently, turned around and continued to push the chariot away.

After passing this battlefield where corpses were everywhere, the last ray of afterglow was about to fall in dusk. The bonfire was lit in piles in the temporary camp. The soldiers surrounding the bonfire stared quietly at the boiling rice porridge. Someone came over and cut the dried meat into diced meat and threw it in, and the meat smell was wafting.

"Damn Daqin people, you don't know. I cut three of them by myself, and I don't know where the arrows came from. My knees hurt and I just knelt down. Fortunately, someone was covering them around me before I had the chance to withdraw!"

"...Don't say, I was stabbed twice, and the damn Qin people wanted to pounce on him, but what happened? I stabbed his thigh with one knife, and then pulled it horizontally. Most of the man's legs were hanging, leaving only half of his flesh and blood to be connected."

"This Qin army is very powerful, and it is comparable to my Xiliang people... Could it be an elite?"

"Bad, when I'm injured, I'll kill a few more for you to see."

In a relatively quiet camp, the wounded camp was ventilated on all sides and cursed. The voice of indignation was mixed with wailing and screaming. The soldiers holding copper basin rushed out of the tent. The doctors holding needles and threads and herbs kept coming and going between the wounded. Some of the soldiers in Xiliang who were still yelling and cursing were gone, their heads were tilted to one side, and then they were carried away. The companions around just glanced at them, turned their eyes, and continued to talk about the daytime war in anger.

But the voice was too much and a slight choking.

He ran for a long distance for several days, then directly pressed into the battlefield and launched a fierce attack on the back of the 6th Anatolian Army, one of the three Roman legions, opening a gap for the Cao army's tiger and leopard cavalry and breaking through the encirclement. The consequence was that the Xiliang Army had more than 12,000 casualties, and more than 3,000 of them were killed in battle. The remaining wounded soldiers were both minor and serious, and those who could fight again in the future would probably have no chance.

In this battle, the Sixth Army of Anatolia was almost destroyed, with more than half of its personnel, and even the banner was cut down. After the cession, he joined the other two Roman troops and got rid of Anxu. Dayuan's entanglement retreated and reorganized. Without the banner, this army would no longer exist for the honor of the Romans, and would soon be dispersed and integrated into other legions.

The wind blew across the field, the sky and the earth were in black, and the tent was swelling and undulating in the wind. The Xiliang general named Hu Feng lay on the simple couch, with pain and vague moans in the dim lights, and the smell of blood dispersed faintly. Guo Si stood by the side and held his hand.

"... General Guo... Our Xiliang men did not embarrass the big man... Those bitches have been raised and died more than us... I also saw a soldier in Daqin... holding his arms and screaming like a woman... Haha... Cough..."

"You didn't lose the face of the big man." Guo Si tightened his hand, and hurriedly reached out to his abdomen and pressed his abdomen with his other hand. The bandage oozed out of the bright red color and slowly spread. "Don't talk, don't be excited, be careful of the wound, you will heal. I will wait for you to lead the troops to continue killing the people of Daqin."

"General Guo... If Mr. Dong had not entered Beijing back then, how great would it be... We are still in Liangzhou, shocking the Qiang people, and stinging the nights, and there would be no... there would be fire in Luoyang... digging the graves and digging the graves... there would be no traitor, lust, and looting... and people in the world curse and look down on them.... In the past few years, Feng has been regretting, and the same is true for his brothers..."

On his pale face, his eyes were staring at the top of the tent with a trembling lips, and his eyes were shaking slightly, and the corners of his eyes were wet and red. At one moment, he grabbed Guo Si's hand in reverse, tilted his head, and the tears as big as beans slid down, falling silently on the wooden pillow. He smiled: "...I've paid back my debt."

The voice broke at this moment, and all the colors slowly faded from the smiling face. Guo Si pursed his lips tightly and nodded to the deputy general who closed his eyes: "Mine is not paid yet... I asked other brothers to wait for me for a while on the underworld road." In the dim light, the voice of his speech turned hoarse and sobbed.

Ten miles behind the Xiliang military camp were the continuous central army garrison and temporary cavalry garrisons spreading on both wings. In the dark night, bonfires spread out from left to right, as if they could not see the end.

The largest tent in the middle was not decorated too much. Gongsun Zhi was wearing military uniforms and surrounded by a group of generals. They all stood in front of the map to discuss the details of the upcoming war. The generals such as Kushan's Vilan, Parthia's Sekesh, and Dayuan Pimeng worked hard to grasp the key points in their hearts in the voices of the translation group.

"... Judging from the information collected in the previous war, the maximum range of the crossbow cannons of the Qin people is about 230 steps, which is equivalent to our six-stone crossbow. This news is very important. In the next formation battle, replace it with the ten-stone yellow crossbow, based on the chariot, and shoot against them. Whether they can shoot accurately is the same as the momentum. The Qin people mainly use the military formation to advance, and the cavalry will not surf the field alone, so they also need to be used in this regard, but who will fight against the opponent in the front battlefield and drag them down, and the cavalry will fight for more time from the two wings to harass them..."

The flames were flaming in the brazier. As Gongsun Zhi continued to say, the measured soldiers kept measuring the distance on the map, using a ruler, Hua Xiong frowned and said: "Lord, if this is the case, he will still be in a stalemate."

"What I want is a stalemate."

Gongsun Zhi's eyes were at a certain position on the map, and his fingers drew a circle on it: "Zhao Yun, Ma Chao's two cavalrymen should have arrived there. We dragged the main force of the Qin Dynasty on the front battlefield and asked them to directly attack the Emperor of the Qin Dynasty from the rear. After all, their territory here can only rush to the king's flag to quickly resolve the battle. After a long time, the consequences are unbearable for us."

Afterwards, the generals left with their own orders. Gongsun Zhi called Xiahou Yuan to walk in the camp together. After a moment of silence, he spoke first: "How is Zihe's injury?"

"The injuries are severe, and the qi and blood are deficient. Whether you can get on the horse or lead the troops in the future depends on luck." Xiahou Yuan looked at the governor next to him, who was much younger than him, and did not look down on his attitude. How the other party started, how to gain a foothold in the north and lay a huge foundation, they all saw step by step. They also fought together in fighting Yuan Shu, Yuan Shao, and Lu Bu, and there were some friendships.

"The war is not stable now, and it depends on this battle whether we can fight west." Xiahou Yuan raised his head, looked at the starry sky and sighed: ".....Sun Ce from Jiangdong, Zhou Yu, and Huang Zhong from Jingzhou, Wei Yan lost contact, and the way forward is becoming increasingly difficult."

Gongsun Zhi, who was standing side by side with him, did not take this sentence. He just looked at the half-wheeled moon hanging in the night sky, and continued to walk forward with his hands behind his back: "... Look at this moon, it's the same as what the man saw."

...

The stars and moon spread out a long galaxy, and the team was thrown to their confidant brothers and daughters below. Lu Bu rode on the wilderness on the horse, heading towards the battlefield first, resting for a while, he looked up at the stars in the sky, remembering his wife and children who were far away in his hometown, and didn't know what was going on at home.

Under the same starry sky, the sound of waves slapping on the reefs, and the whistling sea breeze blew people's hair. The graceful Zhou Yu stood on the rock, with his robe flying. This is the world of a foreign land. Cavalry came back from afar. Soon, his elder brother Sun Ce excitedly carried his spear and rode his horse to the near the rock: "Scout, I found that a desert had many square and pointed buildings, like a tomb, and it was very large in scale, and there must be cities around him."

"Then let's fight and settle down first." Zhou Yu whispered at the vast sea level.

Soon after, the sound of footsteps and screams turned into buzzing sounds spreading across the land, forming a wave towards the city located in the desert.

The sky gradually shines, and when the golden morning light falls among the clouds, the wind blows through the fields of sand, gravel, weeds, and mounds, and night passes.

Two mighty armies entered the vision of both sides and slowly stepped into the range of battle. The golden eagle faced the white giant wolf. The most fierce battle was about to begin.

The horn sounded in the sky.

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