"The horn of the armistice! Haha, I didn't expect that I could still hear the horn of the armistice after three hundred years of practice!" Someone was crying above the clouds.

"It turns out that the demon clan is not invincible! The sound of the horn today is the signal that the demon clan fell from the altar!"

...

After rushing for another thirty miles, Zhao Yang waved his hand, and the army turned around. A giant gray-black banner above his head fluttered, and two battle flags flew, slowly withdrawing his troops.

"Yu Youren, have rectified the brothers!"

With his footsteps touching the dark and solid embankment, Zhao Yang felt his legs and feet weak, so he hurriedly used a spear to stabilize his body.

"Haha, the army is over, and naturally the wine and meat are full!" Countless figures rushed over from the embankment, supporting the Sun-Zhu Guard formation that was hard to support, and then supporting the embankment.

This time, no one mentioned the iron law that the embankment was not allowed to go down the embankment before time was reached.

On the dam, there was only a broken "Qixiao Guard" battle flag, more than a thousand Qixiao Guard soldiers, and the tombstones of the 20,000 Sun-passing Guard soldiers.

Zhao Yang didn't know where he was, but only remembered that he was in a daze, and he stepped down the dam with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and then he was sent to a large tent, stripped off his armor, and fell asleep.

This sleep lasts a day and a night.

When he woke up, he had just turned over from the wooden couch, and a soldier outside the military account had already carried the large wooden barrel in and brought clean clothes.

Zhao Yang looked at his robe that had solidified into black, smiled bitterly, and penetrated into the big wooden barrel.

When he walked out of the tent in a coarse cloth clothes and was refreshed, the Sun-Chasing Guards were already wandering around in groups of three or three.

"Master Commander!"

"grown ups!"

Everyone bowed happily when they saw Zhao Yang, and their faces were excited.

Zhao Yang nodded, and after a while, Guan Quan, Wu Mingshuo, Qi Song and others all came.

"How are the casualties of brothers?" Zhao Yang looked at several people.

"There are more than 300 people in the battle, and more than 2,000 people are seriously injured. I am afraid that I will not be able to go to the battlefield again." Qi Song sighed softly and whispered.

One tenth of casualties.

Zhao Yang was silent for a while and said in a deep voice: "Brothers, I took it to the embankment, and I will go back together when I go back."

Everyone nodded.

"Everyone, we have been very popular in Zhuriwei in this battle. I, Zhao Yang, remember the contributions of my brothers. After some repairs, we will leave." Zhao Yang said in a low voice.

After leaving the battlefield, Zhao Yang recalled that he was too impulsive.

He should understand the principle that war will perish. If he stops when he sees good things on the dam, he will not hurt so many soldiers.

"Emperor Zhao, General, please invite."
Chapter completed!