Twenty-eight thousand vs. Seventy thousand.

This is the situation Li Chen faced after coming to Luofengpo.

Before the war, Li Chen had visited Luofengpo, but Luofengpo was not about the beautiful mountains and rivers, but it was also a refreshing mountain view in the snow. However, when Li Chen came to Luofengpo this time, his eyes were full of scars.

Li Chen almost couldn't recognize that this place was Luofengpo.

The original snowy white has been covered by charred and red. The charred is because of the fire of war, while the red is because human blood has not been treated for a long time after it has penetrated into the land, so it has become a piece of indistinguishable with the soil.

At this time, it was in the intermittent period of the war between the two sides. After all, people had to rest, and they needed some time to clean up the bodies and adjust their morale, thinking of preparing for the next wave of battle.

Li Chen was accompanied by Wu Dianshan, Su Pingbei and Guzailo. The four of them walked along the way with serious expressions.

The grassroots soldiers below are still energetic. Whenever they see Li Chen, they will try their best to show their best mental outlook and greet them.

Li Chen responded one by one. Even the most ordinary soldier would look encouraged and greet him when he met someone who was injured.

This is indeed a show, but the show is only one of the purposes, and it is more from Li Chen's sincerity.

This kind of greeting and concern for everyone took great encouragement to the soldiers.

After condolences to some wounded soldiers, Li Chen suddenly asked Guzailo: "I found that most of the wounded soldiers are soldiers of the Qin Dynasty. Why do we rarely see soldiers from the Guza tribe?"

Wu Duanshan and Su Pingbei both looked at Guzailo curiously. After Guzailo developed an extremely efficient guerrilla tactic, no one in the Qin army would question Guzailo's command level and loyalty.

Guzailo said calmly: "When you say that, most of the warriors of the Guza tribe will be killed in battle."

Li Chen was stunned.

At this time, a pair of stretchers happened to be carried by. When the soldiers carrying the stretchers saw Li Chen and his group, they hurriedly asked to put down the stretcher and kneel down to give way, but Li Chen took a step ahead of time and stopped him.

Li Chen saw a warrior from the Guza tribe on the stretcher.

He lost one leg and had two deep knife wounds on his abdomen. From the hole, he could see blood-red intestines still moving.

Even so, the warrior still lived tenaciously.

Li Chen took a breath, regardless of the blood, held the hand of the Guza tribe's warrior and asked, "What's your name?"

But the answer to Li Chen was a string of words that could not be understood.

Guzailo immediately said: "He said his name is Guzabalekleg, and in Guza it means fish."

“There are fish in Guzha…”

Li Chen shook his hand heavily, then waved his hand and said, "Send it to the treatment."

After saying that, Li Chen took the people aside and gave way to them.

This scene made many soldiers around him red in their eyes.

His Royal Highness gave way to the wounded soldiers, or was it a foreigner? How many people have achieved such kindness throughout history?

The soldier carried the stretcher away, but Li Chen's mood became heavier.

Turning his head, he asked Guzailo a question.

"If you continue to fight like this, no matter what the final victory or loss of the war is, your Guzha tribe will be wiped out. Haven't you ever considered this issue?"
Chapter completed!