The night was deep, and piles of bonfires extended around the city of Constantine, forming arc-shaped fire dragons reflecting the red sky, and a large number of chariots pulled wine and meat in and out of the gate. In the swaying firelight, thousands of women were escorted into the camp in ragged clothes. Some of them were luxuriously dressed and young and beautiful women, who were the Roman noble families in the city who dared to resist. They lost their noble temperament of the past. They cried and begged to the camp of the Western Expedition Army, and a large part of them were sent to the surrendered Romans.

In Jia Xu's words, it is better to unite with the enemy than to unite with the enemy. Doing things that are tragic to one's own tribes will be cut off directly from their thoughts.

Xun Chen quarreled with him several times in a day: "...You want the Han people to be wild beasts!" But after saying that, he gave up. He also knew in his heart that the various teams of the Western Expedition Army came from different prefectures and counties, and it was a miracle to be able to get together now. Coupled with the attacks along the west, the casualties of soldiers, and the homesickness of homesickness, they usually determine the criteria for whether a team can continue to move forward. Although they are victorious at the moment, long-term battles make people mentally exhausted, depressed, and other series of problems may eventually lead to the collapse of the entire army.

Therefore, letting the army vent its pressure is often one of the solutions. In this matter, Xun Chen had to nod and agree.

As time went by, with the neighing of night insects, there were piles of bonfires in the military camp. The ground and fine stones around the flames were swept quickly. Two soldiers who took off their shirts fought against everyone's cheers. In other directions, there were the same programs around the bonfire, or several Roman women were dragged to dance in front of the bonfire.

Some wounded soldiers were carried out from the wounded barracks by their familiar companions on a stretcher, brought wine and fed them to him, and then picked up fresh beef and mutton and roasted them on the fire. Some anxious soldiers forced the crying Roman women into the tent, and there were even a few people waiting outside to queue, or counting the gold and silver objects they got in their arms, occasionally taking them out to see them, showing a satisfied smile on their faces. Of course, some were not keen on these things, and most of them were chatting and laughing with people next to the fire.

Compared to the camps in Xianbei and Xiongnu, the women's crying continued miserably for a whole night... The next morning, hundreds of naked bodies were tortured to death, piled up and transported out of the camp, and then dug a hole and buried it.

There are actually not many such tragedies. There are dozens of maids in the palace and Severu carry with him. They are basically staying in the palace tonight as a escort. The people who come here are at least polite on the surface. If they like one of them, they can also pay equal goods to take them away. After all, they are the lovers of the Emperor of Qin, and taking them with them by their side is also a capital to show off.

The maid dragged the wooden plate to and from the seats. The flames burned around the round ceiling. The spacious court hall, with seats ranging from left to right. The direct line led by Zhao Yun, Yan Rou, Hua Xiong, Pan Feng, and a group of middle-level generals. Then there were Bingzhou, Xiliang Ma Family, Cao Jun, and headed to the right. The three tribes of Xianbei, Xiong, Wuhuan Grassland, Parthia, Kushan, Dayuan and Greeks. On the far right are the three Roman commanders taken over by Marcusio. After the whole order, to the gate of the hall, the seats of the caravan of the aristocratic family were not in it. Instead, they sat in the Bingzhou army. They originally wanted to sit in the same seat with the girl, but were sandwiched between Lu Bu and Gao Shun and dared not move.

"... When I was fighting with Severu, I thought this war would take at least half a year, or even longer. I sat on this throne, and I still remember the scene of the hysterical fighting between the two sides." A majestic voice slowly came out from Gongsun Zhi's mouth, and his hands were casually placed on the golden handrails on both sides, leaning back slightly, like a king overlooking the world.

"......This battle is the biggest loss since we entered the West. Many soldiers have been sleeping here... But we also won this battle. It was the elite around the Emperor of Qin, the pride of his swathe of the Western countries, and now it is under our feet."

At this time, there was only one voice in the hall, and hundreds of people below looked at the figure on the golden stairs and listened quietly.

"I will bring them back to the Han Dynasty and bury loyal bones into the soil of my hometown instead of sprinkling them among the grass. Although I can't remember their names, the tombstones will definitely have four words: the heroes of the Han Dynasty! And among you, caravans from various aristocratic families, I also hope that you will tell all the people of the Han Dynasty, from the emperor's ministers, from slaves and beggars, and tell them that in this far west, countless overlapping mountains and behind the sea, there are many such soldiers, and the generals are delivering blood to the Han Dynasty... and continuing the backbone."

On the throne, Gongsun Zhi closed his eyes and took a breath: "The living people will eventually reward them. There are many good things in the Qin Dynasty, and some who can't call them, but some who can't call them." He smiled and patted the handrail heavily, "Look at this throne, it's more luxurious than my great man, but these things are ours. One-third of the territory of the Qin Dynasty is already under our feet. I, Gongsun Zhi, can't reward you with the things in your pockets, right?"

"That's to lose my face."

Gongsun Zhi smiled even more. His eyes glanced at everyone below and stood up slowly. His tall body and military uniform stood in front of the steps. Standing at will give people an insurmountable sense of oppression. He said: "...... Since the Western Expedition, the soldiers of the army have moved forward with all their might. I, Gongsun Zhi, are not stingy if I should be rewarded."

On the golden stairs of "Guo Si", the figure of wolf velvet black armor suddenly shouted.

In the seat on the left below, the general wearing armor suddenly stood up and bowed: "The last general is here!" His armor was covered with mottled swords and spears, and he looked extremely heroic.

"You were originally a confidant under Dong Zhuo and have done many mistakes. This Western Expedition will make up for the merits. From now on, you and your Xiliang brothers will be raised and raised in the sun. Whoever pointed behind the back and turned around and cut off the person who spoke!"

"yes!"

Above, Gongsun Zhi looked at Ma Chao, who stood up consciously and bowed: "Governor!"

"All the way west, there was no perfect person under the sharp edge of the Western Liang Iron Cavalry. Since I have temporarily taken over the general of the Hu Ben, after returning to the court, I will submit a formal official position in the court."

"Super receiving the order!"

His eyes turned again, and his voice shouted: "Zhao Yun!"

"The last one will be here!"

"........promote the captain of the Yue cavalry and lead the general of Huya."

"yes!"

"Yan Rou!"

"The last one will be here!"

"Promote the captain of the Xirong School and lead the general of the envoy."

"Receive the order!"

"Xiahou Yuan"

"Zhang Fei!"

…

The names of generals were constantly announced, and military positions of different sizes were issued, but overall, almost everyone was promoted to the first level or even two levels. For foreigners, these official positions may not be very clear, but the consuls of various caravans in the rear held their breath one by one. Although the official positions promised from the words were not too large, it was already a clear signal that they could easily reward the generals under their command from a person.

The wolf king in front of the stairs has already exposed his fangs.

Among the generals on the left, a big-shouldered figure looked around. A familiar brother was called to his name and stood up to receive the reward, but he was not there for a long time. Every time Gongsun Zhi swept his eyes, Pan Feng almost wanted to raise his hand to signal. After a long time, the expectant gaze finally looked over. Before Gongsun Zhi could speak, his fat body suddenly pushed Wu Anguo next to him to sit down on the ground. He laughed: "Is it my?"

"That day's battle... was done well." Gongsun Zhi nodded and his voice was loud: "Pan Feng!"

"The last general is here!" Pan Feng shouted loudly with a solemn face. The ox horn helmet on his head was tilted and almost fell off. While his arched hands hurriedly went to support him, the sound of rewards there was also sound in the hall: "The battle of Severu is crucial. If you had not been disturbing his arrangements with the Bulu Army, the victory or defeat would be unknown. I will grant Chehou and his fief of Pingchang to show my great merits!"

As the deputy general and brotherly friendship, Wu Anguo was the first to bow and congratulate: "Marquis Pingchang, congratulations, now Guangyao is the lintel of the Pan family."

"Haha, the Marquis of Pyeongchang today must drink until dawn."

Zhang Fei's eyes were a little red, and he got up and ran over there. He pulled Pan Feng, who was still returning gifts to the surroundings, and sat down. Several jars of wine were placed on the table one by one: "I have to drink until I lie down today, so I can relieve my jealousy!"

In the noisy and noisy, Gongsun Zhi and the generals and merchants who came to toast the army drank around. At this time, someone came in outside and whispered a few words in his ear, then got up and refused to socialize, arranged a few songs and dances, and took Li Ke back to the back hall.

Inside the bedroom, Dimat was already asleep in the side room. In front of the burning fireplace, Jia Xu sat on a chair and roasted the fire to read the books of Daqin. During this trip, he learned some Latin from the translation group. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he rolled up a sheepskin scroll and stood up to salute.

"Wenhe knows everything." Gongsun Zhi took off his cloak and threw it to Li Ke to hang it, and sat down on another chair, "I want to hear your opinion."

"Xu really knows it, it's just the governor's family affairs..."

Gongsun Zhi took the wine pot and put it on the wall to boil it: "If I want to kill you, how can I live until now? You can say that's right."

"Governor, the purpose of this Western Expedition is what is next..." The old man looked slightly, looked at the side room, and smiled: "Xu probably knows in his heart that the woman in the west is very strong and very young. He also knows the information from there... Haha..."

"A mother's perspective, if the child is lost, I'm afraid she would have attacked the city when we fought with Severu. Unfortunately, she did not. Instead, the governor came and she came, which means that the governor's son was just an object that could be used for her..."

Jia Xu got up and drank the warm wine in his glass, bowed and said goodbye: "By the way, I wonder if the governor has heard the words of the son, young mother and son?" After saying this in a low voice, he slowly left the bedroom.

...

The flames reflected the rough face clearly extinguished, Gongsun Zhi leaned on the back of the chair, and his whole body fell into a shadow.

"Li Ke, go and invite General Zhao here."

In the hoarse and low voice, the door opened and closed gently. The tall figure slowly came out of the shadow. He walked to the window and watched the lights of the entire city gradually faded. The news came was Stephanie and Gerald led his army eastward to fight with the Roman legion in Thrace. He was discovered by the Huns' cavalry and then passed the news. About seven days have passed.

The door leaf sounded lightly and opened again.

"Lord, what's wrong with Xunyun?" The general in white robe and silver armor pressed the White Horse Sword and walked towards him.

"Go and do something."

Gongsun Zhi looked at the spots of lights outside the window and said softly with expressionless face. His hands hanging on both sides of his body clenched into fists in the shadow, exerting a little force, and the sound was somewhat dry from his throat, "...... Take your cavalry, go west, take Stephanie, she..."

He stretched out his hand, grabbed the quiver of the weapon stand next to him, pulled out a Roman arrow, turned around and handed it to Zhao Yun with a cold face.

"Don't live."
Chapter completed!