Pei Xian sighed again when he heard that he still wanted to attack Liangzhou and fight.

"Mr. Pei, please help yourself. I have important matters to deal with here." Zheng Shida bowed and left in a hurry.

At this time, a group of troops came from outside Chang'an City.

They marched from west to east in a mighty and mighty manner, numbering as many as five thousand.

Looking closely, one thousand of them were guards, and the other four thousand were prisoners.

One of them was tall and looked a little stooped.

His beard and hair are messy, his energy is listless, and he looks like he has completely lost his energy. Anyone who knows him will be surprised.

How could Shi Le, who had never surrendered no matter how desperate, become like this?

However, it’s not surprising if you think about it carefully.

He was defeated repeatedly in battles, losing troops and territory. Every defeat would greatly consume his energy and energy.

Yecheng, Changshan, Xinxing, Shangjun, Tianshui, and Longxi were defeated all the way. They defeated all the mountains and rivers in the world. It was already good if they were not angry to death.

And his family members and children were also killed in Chang'an for Jin Zhun on the day of the incident.

At a very old age, the foundation he had worked hard for half his life was destroyed, and his family was dead. How could he not be discouraged? It seems that he still has a son alive, which is a blessing among misfortunes.

When passing Chang'an, Shi Le couldn't help but take a look at the city.

In the rustling autumn wind, Chang'an seems to have changed its appearance.

The urging voices of soldiers continued to sound, and Shi Le walked forward with heavy steps, and finally stayed temporarily in Bashang for several days.

Along the way, prisoners continued to be brought in, and the team became larger and larger, and there were even some dead heads among them.
Chapter completed!