Han Jie dragged his tired body to Gu Qing, choked with tears, and lowered his head in silence.

Gu Qing's heart sank, he stepped forward to hold his arm, looked up and down, and said in a deep voice: "Are you injured?"

Han Jie shook his head.

At this time, Han Jie didn't even have the strength to speak. His body was covered with wounds, but fortunately his chest and back were not injured. The most wounds were on his thighs and waist. The armor was covered with blood, and it was hard to tell where it was.

His own or his enemy's.

Seeing Han Jie's expression, Gu Qing's heart became heavier and he asked calmly: "How many casualties were there among the bodyguard brothers?"

Han Jie whispered with tears in his eyes: "About thirty casualties..."

Gu Qing's shoulders trembled, he pursed his lips, and instantly felt a tearing pain in his heart.

Everyone has selfish motives. Unlike the casualties of other soldiers, Gu Qing still felt heartbroken over the casualties of his personal guards.

It was a living life that he spent day and night with. Each person's name and personality have been deeply embedded in the memory of Gu Qing's mind. For a long time, Gu Qing has gradually regarded them as his brothers, eating, drinking and having fun.

, they stood silently behind Gu Qing, and when he caused trouble, they silently stood in front of Gu Qing.

They have become Gu Qing's organs and part of his body.

The pain at this moment is tantamount to cutting off one's limbs.

Gu Qing tried his best to calm down, lowered his head in silence for a while, and said: "I am sorry for the brothers, I shouldn't..."

Han Jie shook his head: "It has nothing to do with Mr. Hou. Mr. Hou does not need to blame himself. We are soldiers of the Tang Dynasty. Death on the battlefield is the due outcome. The difference is just sooner or later."

"The military order of the Marquis is correct. If the right army and the brothers of the Guards had not fought desperately to snipe the enemy, the Tibetan army would have fled today. If so many lives were sacrificed in this battle, but the deserved results were not obtained, then

This is the greatest let down to the soldiers who died in the war."

Gu Qing shook his head, stood up and said: "Go and see the brothers, and those... those brothers who died in the battle."

Gu Qing's eyes were sore as he spoke, but he still pursed his lips and held back his tears.

Han Jie stretched out his arms to stop him and said: "Master Hou, please don't look at me. It will only make you sad and mess up your mind. You are the commander-in-chief of an army, so you can't mess with it."

Gu Qing opened his arm and insisted: "Go and take a look, see the brothers off for the last time. This is the only thing I can do."

On the flat ground on one side of the battlefield, there were rows of corpses neatly placed. They were covered in blood and riddled with wounds. I couldn’t imagine how much pain they endured before they died. Everyone’s face was covered with

A piece of white cloth, Gu Qing stepped forward and squatted down, gently opened the piece of white cloth, and a familiar face was revealed in front of him.

Gu Qing remembered that his name was Sun Jia, a man in his thirties who was taciturn. In his early years, he had entered the Anxi Protectorate and participated in dozens of battles. Fortunately, he survived and was transferred back to the left guard of Chang'an. Unexpectedly,

I came to Anxi again, but ended up dying in this yellow sand.

Sun Jia's life is like a destined fate.

He uncovered a white cloth again and saw another familiar face.

Gu Qing's hands trembled slightly. He could no longer bear the pain of losing his limbs. It was ridiculous. After living for two lifetimes, hadn't he always claimed to be a stone-hearted person? He couldn't even stand looking at a few dead people?

"I won't watch it, I won't watch it... I'm sorry, brothers." Gu Qing finally couldn't help but shed tears.

"Han Jie, bury them generously, as well as their parents, wives and children. From now on, I will take care of their eating, drinking, urination, birth, old age, sickness and death."

Kneeling down in front of the dead guards, Gu Qing kowtowed three times respectfully with heartache.

After sighing and about to leave, Han Jie grabbed him and choked softly: "Master Hou, Wang Gui has disappeared. No one is alive, no body is dead..."

Gu Qing said in a deep voice: "Then treat him as if he is still alive. Go and pass on my military order, gather more people, and search for Wang Gui's whereabouts on the battlefield. Look for him in those remote corners and among the piles of dead people."

Han Jie took the order and left.

Gu Qing raised his head and took a deep breath.

It's getting late, night is slowly falling, torches have been lit around the battlefield, and the soldiers are still dealing with the aftermath.

In the gloomy sky above, a group of vultures were circling low in the sky, patiently waiting for the upcoming rich meal.

Walking alone on the sand dunes, absentmindedly sending away a few generals who came to report on the aftermath, Gu Qing felt depressed and upset.

Unknowingly, I walked to the west edge of the battlefield. On the still hot sand, there were injured soldiers of the Tang Dynasty lying neatly on the ground. They were so densely packed that one could not see the end. A dozen army doctors were busy helping the soldiers.

As the wounds were being treated, the soldiers groaned in pain one after another, and the groans of some seriously injured soldiers gradually became fainter and then disappeared. The doctor stepped forward and took a look, then shook his head, covered his face with a piece of white cloth, and announced that this person's death was

die.

Gu Qing's heart trembled, and his footsteps suddenly stopped. He wanted to turn around and leave. He had seen too many deaths today. As a person who was on the battlefield for the first time, his psychology could no longer bear it at this moment.

However, he did not leave after all. He was the coach and could not leave. He could not pretend to ignore the life and death of his generals.

Slowly stepping forward, Gu Qing decided to face their life and death.

This is the wounded area for Tang soldiers, and it is also a seriously injured area. The soldiers lying here were too seriously injured, and there was no time to transport them back to Qiuci City, and the road was not suitable for bumpy roads, so they had to choose to be treated on the spot.

When it comes to post-war cleanup, this is often the most miserable place. Under today's medical conditions, serious injury usually means death, and only a few people can survive relying on physical fitness and luck.

Gu Qing walked slowly into the injured area. The military doctors who accompanied him were so busy that they didn't even bother to salute Gu Qing.

Gu Qing looked around, trying to help a little, bandaging or stopping the bleeding of the wounded soldiers, or even telling a few jokes to ease their pain, which was considered as a service he had done.

The ears were filled with the painful howls and groans of the wounded soldiers. Some of the injured soldiers had lost their limbs and had already passed out. The doctor was unable to take care of them, and gurgling blood flowed out from the wounds that had not stopped bleeding.

Gu Qing gritted his teeth, tore off a piece of his inner garment, and squatted down to bandage a wounded soldier.

The wounded soldier's facial features were so painful that he did not recognize Gu Qing. He opened his mouth wide and tried hard to breathe in air, hissing phlegm coming from his throat.

Gu Qing bandaged a wounded soldier and stood up with blood on his hands. Seeing that the face of the wounded soldier he had just bandaged slowly turned pale, Gu Qing felt sad. He knew that the wounded soldier would not survive. Bandaging the wound was nothing more.

It is a kind of self-deception and self-comfort.

Just as he was about to continue bandaging the next one, a weak roar suddenly sounded in his ears, with a hint of crying.

"Who...who is a Tongguan person? Tongguan, are there any Tongguan people? Tongguan people who can survive..."

Gu Qing was stunned and hurriedly walked to the wounded soldier.

There was a fist-sized wound on the wounded soldier's abdomen, and the white bones and slowly squirming internal organs could be vaguely seen inside the wound. This man could not survive.

Gu Qing held back his grief and said softly: "I'm not from Tongguan, but if you have unfinished business, I can help you do it."

Seeing the savior, the wounded soldier grabbed Gu Qing's hand and said intermittently: "I am from Wuxiang, Tongguan... I have parents and a six-year-old child at home. I... please, if the court provides compensation, I will definitely

I want to... tell them, tell them, tell my parents, I... I..."

Before he finished speaking, the wounded soldier made a clicking sound from his throat and immediately died.

Gu Qing still held his hand and choked up: "I have written it down. I am from Tongguan Wu Township. I have written it down. I have written it down."

As if to wake up the seriously injured soldiers around them, several wounded soldiers suddenly shouted weakly.

"Is there anyone from Xianyang? I'm from Xianyang..."

"Is there anyone in Fufeng? Zhang Silang from Fufeng County, my name is Zhang Silang..."

"Zhou Daxi, Dongxiang, Lantian County, my name is Zhou Daxi... How much pension can I exchange for my life? I must give it to my wife and children..."

The ups and downs of self-reporting, the ups and downs of being hard to leave.

Everyone knows that there is no hope for them, and no one cares about their treatment situation. What they say and what they think in their hearts are their parents, wives and children at home, the last ray of earthly affection that they cannot let go.

Gu Qing burst into tears, nodded constantly, and choked with sobs: "Remember it, I've remembered it all, and I'll tell it to you. Don't worry, you won't lose a penny in compensation."

Asking the army doctor for pen and paper, Gu Qing began to rush between each of the seriously injured soldiers, carefully recording their last requests before they died.

I don’t remember how long I have been busy, but Gu Qing finally finished remembering all his wishes. When he turned around and looked again, many lives disappeared quietly.

Gu Qing folded the paper full of words and put it solemnly into his arms. Together with the undeliverable memorial written by Song Gensheng in his arms, they were kept close to Gu Qing's heart.

The memorials of lonely ministers and the last wishes of soldiers are all questions that Gu Qing has asked the world in this life, and he will take them to find answers.

Dragging heavy steps, Gu Qing left the wounded area.

Looking up at the dark night sky.

The stars in the night sky are twinkling, densely packed like the Milky Way flowing, beautiful and peaceful.

The joys and sorrows of life and death in this world have nothing to do with these beauties.

…………

In the second half of the night, the battlefield was almost cleaned, and Gu Qing ordered that barracks be set up on the spot, and the wounded area should be carefully taken care of.

Han Jie came over to report the good news. Wang Gui was found, and he was not dead. He was just seriously injured. He was buried in a pile of corpses and almost breathed. He was brought from the dead by Han Jie.

Digging it out of the pile.

After Han Jie reported it, he sincerely knelt down on one knee and bowed to Gu Qing.

"I will thank the Marquis for your generosity on behalf of all the guards. Without the iron plate armor that the Marquis spent huge sums of money to build for us in Chang'an, the casualties among the guards in today's battle would be even greater.

All the brothers in the bodyguard deeply feel the great kindness of the Marquis, and this kindness is like reincarnation..."

Gu Qing was in a low mood and said sadly: "Okay, those who die in battle will eventually die in battle. No matter how hard the plate armor is, it can't save all lives. Tell Wang Gui to take good care of his injuries. Also, let the military officials prepare a memorial immediately.
Chapter completed!