At this time, the west battlefield.

Not long ago, just experienced a bloody battle with the Demon Army. The Western Army cleaned up the battlefield normally. There were only 23 million people left and down.

In this battle, more than 7 million west soldiers were killed.

While cleaning up the bodies of his comrades, there were tear marks on the tired cheeks of the west, and it looked extremely sad.

Although they packed their bodies again and again, they had already been numb.

However, when packing the corpse, they always inadvertently think of the smiles of their comrades -in -arms during their lifetime, they inevitably sorrow.

So every time they clean up their bodies, they will shed tears.

"The west wind is small, and the golden iron horse steps on the enemy camp, the general blood dyed 100,000 miles, the strong men buried hundreds of millions of pits ... Xiliang land west wind cold, every family, young children, mother hoped that their children would not return, wife waited for Langlang

Not back ... "

I don't know who, singing a desolate song.

Make Master Master, tears in yellow sand, and crying through Jiuxiao.

The bloody battle in a field, as the commander of the Western Army, Pingxihou has already been full of injuries.

He used Fang Tian to paint the halberd as a crutch. He limped and felt sad. He patrolled his arms and broke his legs, humming a war song in Xiliang, and suffering from tears.

"Hou Ye!"

"Hou Ye!"

"Hou Ye!"

The wounded soldiers got up one by one.

Pingxi Hou quickly raised his hand and pressed the way: "Sit down! Sit down! No need to be given!"

Then, he asked a wounded soldier: "How many children?"

"Back to Hou Ye, just one." The wounded soldiers answered.

Pingxi Hou was silent for a long time, filmed the shoulder of the wounded soldier, and said, "Good! So many bloody battles, you can sit here with the dialogue with Benhou, all of which are elites in the elite!

! ""

"You see you, the legs have been broken, and there are several serious injuries on your body. The next battle, I'm afraid I can't continue to fight. G" g "

"I originally wanted to send someone to leave you to leave the West, and go to the rear to nourish the injuries.

The wounded soldiers were anxious: "Hou Ye, I killed nine magic soldiers, and I did not shame to the Xiliang Army. Don't drive me away!"

Pingxi Hou red eyes and smiled: "Silly child, Benhou didn't want to drive you away, and didn't think you were shameful to the Xiliang Army. You are the hero of Xiliang and the only child of your parents.

Parents, then marry a wife and give me a few good children in Xiliang. "

The wounded soldier shook his head and said, "Hou Ye, I don't go, I can still kill the enemy! My parents told me before the expedition, to kill the demon, even if it was dead, I also need to pull a few more magic heads to burial.

Don't care about them, killing the magic head is the best repayment of them, otherwise the magic head will capture Xiliang.

"So I don't want to live, I want to fight the battlefield, I want to pull a few more magic heads to give me a funeral! I urge Hou Ye not to persuade me to go! I will never go!"

After the casualties, other casualties also stated: "Hou Ye! We vowed not to go! Wisha for governing the army with the Xiliang army!"

"We don't go! We pull a few more devil burial!"

"We are dead, and we have to die on the field!"

Listening to these voices, the old tears moved by Pingxi Hou, even more swallowed, "You are all good! It's all the warriors of my Xiliang! It is also the warrior of Dazhou!"

"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"

The whole army shouted, and morale rose high.

"News !!!"

There are scouts to report.

"Hou Ye, just received the news, Bai Yuanshu, the general manager of the onion mountain road, led 30 million troops to help us with the banner of killing the demon. Now there are 10,000 miles away from us.

Can reach the battlefield! "
Chapter completed!