There were more than 600 enemies in total, about one or two hundred escaped, and the remaining more than 400 died in Xiao Chenji.

Among them are two fierce men, Wang Zhong, and Mu Ying, who were chasing them on horseback.

Of course, the Dajin side was not without losses. One or two hundred people from Xiao Chenji Fengsui died, and thirty or forty people in the Yulin Guard were killed, and more than one hundred were injured.

Li Xin's right arm was also scratched by a scimitar. Fortunately, the leather armor of the Yulin Captain was very strong. Although the scimitar cut the leather armor, the wound was only half a centimeter deep and not very long, and it could only be considered a skin injury.

It was almost dawn and the war finally came to an end. Li Xin gasped heavily, threw down the Yulin Guard's sword in his hand, and leaned against the beacon wall to rest.

When the sun rose, Li Xin took a deep breath and climbed up with his uninjured left arm.

Looking around, there were wreckage everywhere.

It is hard to imagine this scene for a person who grew up in a modern society to see few dead people in his life.

Nearly a thousand people fell here!

What is the concept of a thousand people? If a thousand people stand in front of you, it will be endless!

Now, they all fell in front of Li Xin. Some of these people were wearing Xianbei clothes, some were the border troops of Zhenbei, and some were the black armor of Yulin Guards. A few hours ago, these people were blushing and fighting with death, and the shouts of killing were shocking the sky, but now, they all fell to the ground.

It's quiet forever.

When a person is in the brain with passion, hormones will be erupted and will automatically block out negative emotions such as pain and fear. Therefore, so many people are afraid of death on the battlefield. However, when the blood cools down and calms down, all kinds of negative emotions will surge out.

Li Xin rubbed his head with his hands, and he felt a little dizzy now.

This is not the first time he killed someone. Last time in the capital, Li Fu, the little prince from southern Xinjiang, died at his hands, but the last time it was one-on-one, and this time...

Too many people.

If it weren't for the last time that Li Xin had experienced life and death, he would probably be unable to stand firm at this time.

This is the border!

The war between Xiao Chenji was only a few hundred casualties. For the entire Jimen Pass, it was just a small fight. For General Ye Ming and Ye, it was even just a few numbers. However, for Li Xin, who had first seen the battlefield, it was already shocking enough.

After Li Zheng came back to his senses, he reached out to call a sentry officer under his command and said, "Help the beacons to clean the battlefield, and find out all the bodies of our Yulinwei brothers."

"Then, count the casualties."

Not only Li Xin first saw the battlefield, but almost never left the capital, most of the Yulin Guards under his command were the first to see the battlefield. At this time, most of the young men in black clothes and black armor were stunned and some were still vomiting.

Another hour passed, Wang Zhong and Mu Ying retreated from the north. At this time, the old captain was covered in blood and completely lost his usual decadent appearance, but his face was flushed.

Thirty years ago, he was a fighting man on the battlefield. Thirty years later, although Wang Zhong was old and had great age, his internal skills did not decline much. He returned to the battlefield at this time, allowing the already gray-haired old man to regain the pride of the past.

Mu Ying, who was following Wang Zhong, looked full of admiration.

He was born in a general and killed people as a teenager. He had seen the world, but the most night he followed Wang Zhong made Mu Ying sincerely admire the old man.

Li Xin took a deep breath and went up to meet him.

"Master Wang, aren't injured?"

Wang Zhong laughed and said, "How could he be injured after chasing a few bastards who fled in a hurry? Unfortunately, we have too few horses, otherwise none of them would be left and they would be kept!"

There were not many horses in the entire Yulin Guard. Apart from the horses of Li Xin and Mu Ying, there were only ten horses that pulled the cart. Although the horses had enough endurance, they could not run fast, so it was unlikely to expect them to chase people.

Wang Zhong reached out and patted Li Xin on the shoulder, and asked, "How is the situation here? Are we seriously injured or killed?"

Li Xin shook his head and said, "The specific number has not been counted yet, but about thirty or forty brothers died, and at least 100 injured."

The smile on Wang Zhong's face was restrained.

Most of the four hundred people under Li Xin were young people. For Wang Zhong, these young people were all children under his command. Now there are dozens of children at once, which makes this old captain lose his mood at once.

After a while, the old lieutenant sighed: "They are not in good luck."

In the era of cold weapons, fighting on the battlefield is of course useful, but what is more useful is luck. Even a brave general at the level of a hundred-man enemy may be killed by a stray arrow, but as long as you are lucky enough, you can survive in the battlefield one after another.

It depends on whether you are lucky enough.

Li Xin took a deep breath and felt a little depressed: "He didn't have to fight this battle."

Most of the Yulin Guards under Li Xin are young people of seventeen or eighteen years old, and some of them have worked with Li Xin at Princess Qinghe's Mansion. After a few months, he has some feelings and many people can name them.

These people didn't have to come to war, but because Li Xin wanted to take this credit, he brought them here.

"What nonsense?"

Wang Zhong glared at Li Xin and shouted in a low voice: "If they don't fight, will the enemies of Northern Zhou not come? If they don't fight, the defenders of Jimen Pass will also come over to fight. Will the border troops of Jimen Pass be no longer human?"

"It is the duty of the men of the Great Jin Dynasty to protect the border, not to mention that they even joined the army and sold their lives to the government. If they die, they will die. There is nothing to say!"

Li Xinran silently, and finally lowered his head slowly: "Master Wang taught him a lesson."

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Wang Zhong sighed and patted Li Xin on the shoulder: "Baby, this kind of thing is inevitable in life. Be a little more open-minded. They are not dead, but their fate with us is over."

When he was in the army in his early years, Wang Zhong had seen countless separations of life and death, and even sent many brothers to leave. At that time, Ye Sheng, Duke of Chen, who was still a general, taught them these subordinates.

It is said that the brothers are not dead, but their fate is over.

The dead are dead, and the living are still alive.

After a while, the bodies of thirty-nine Yulin Guards were sorted out and neatly placed in front of Li Xin.

Most of them are young people with a tender face.

Li Xin was silent for a while and said, "Strip off your brother's armor and sign your name, and we will take them home."

This place is thousands of miles away from the capital. It is summer again now, so it is difficult to bring them back. Although they can take their bodies back, it is not good to damage the remains in this era.

After peeling off the armor, Li Xin, with more than 200 Yulin Guards who were not injured, kowtowed respectfully to the thirty-nine bodies.

Mu Ying, who was born in southern Xinjiang, also willingly knelt down.

After the salute, Li Xin took a shovel from the side and began to dig soil on the ground.

This is the third time he has dug a hole in this world.
Chapter completed!