Chapter 320 A tragic victory
Three thousand warriors left, and eight hundred heroes returned.
In addition, there were 902 war horses, each carrying two more bags of food than originally planned, and they found their way back to the city on their own.
Looking at the grain bag that was almost soaked in blood, everyone knew that the owner of this warhorse would never come back.
Under the pursuit and siege of the defenders of the Black Scale Cavalry Camp, after deducting the losses incurred during the journey, only a few thousand bags of food were finally recovered.
For hundreds of thousands of soldiers, it was not even enough to fill their stomachs.
The military cooks unloaded the food from the horses, poured the blood-soaked rice into the pot, and poured out the blood-red rice water while crying.
They mixed rice and potatoes together, added a large pot of water, and added some Guanyin soil. After boiling for a while, it was still a pot of clear and bleak soup. When it was distributed to each soldier's bowl, there was not even a grain of rice to be seen.
Even so, the soldiers still carefully held the bowls with their hands, which were shaking with exhaustion after just finishing the battle, and drank it down in big gulps.
After drinking, the soldiers stared blankly at the empty bowls in their hands and cried softly.
This is all food that our comrades risked their lives to buy...
It felt like what I was drinking wasn't just porridge, but the blood of my closest comrades...
In this way, in this tragic victory that made people cry, Guying City was defended.
Huo Luyu was rescued, and Hua Jue...also returned...
At the city gate, there were piles of corpses of the Lion Army soldiers, like an unbreakable barrier, firmly defending Guying City.
The Black Scale Cavalry was temporarily repelled, but they were ready to join forces with the rebels on three sides to attack, consume the Lion Army for some time, and then annihilate it in one fell swoop.
Guying City was isolated and helpless, and everyone knew that death was imminent.
The small backyard of the medical institute has now become the temporary command post of the commander-in-chief.
Yun Chen sat on the steps, holding the half-broken Blood-Drinking Sword in his hand.
That was the only thing Jiang Ming left for her. He had helped her escape danger countless times, like a guardian angel.
Jiang Ming always taught her not to be timid, because if she was too timid, she would die quickly.
She wanted to tell Master:
I'm sorry, Master, I'm really scared now...
The boundless fear was like a huge wave that swept her into the deep sea. No matter how hard she tried, she could not swim to the surface.
She felt suffocated by despair.
It’s not that I’m afraid of death, but I’m afraid that everyone will die.
She looked at the rough wooden coffin in the middle of the yard, which Ye Yan had spent a lot of effort to buy from a commoner's family.
At this moment, her good brother Hua Jue was inside.
Such a simple, crudely made coffin, which even smelled a little musty, was where Hua Jue, who loved cleanliness and decency the most, was placed.
It was a thin layer, with a huge gaping hole on the back. People didn't even dare to look at it, and didn't have the courage to imagine the pain of peeling off.
"Achen, eat something." Ye Yan's voice sounded softly behind him, bringing Yun Chen back to his consciousness.
She stood up stiffly, walked into the house and sat down at the shabby little square table.
Ye Yan, Buyan, Rong Jiang and Rong Yi, all of them sat around a small pot of pale white rice soup on the table, but no one reached out to take a scoop.
Finally, Ye Yan sniffed his rumbling nose, scooped out the soup with rice grains in it, and distributed it to everyone one by one.
Buyan picked up the bowl and started drinking.
As he drank, his whole body began to tremble and he cried out in agony, each cry louder than the last.
He dropped the bowl, fell backwards on the ground, and burst into tears, heart-wrenchingly.
Along with the silent crying, the sound of a brush falling to the ground came from the inner room.
Ye Yan looked up, and through her tearful eyes, she could only see Huo Gannian's tall figure projected on the window paper, hunched and sad.
Huo Gannian picked up the brush again, but stared blankly at the letter paper and could not write a single word.
His thoughts drifted far away. He remembered the first time they met, in the backyard of the Huo family ancestral hall, a small person squatting at the bottom of a well, crying.
He was annoyed by what he heard, so he threw down a rope and told the little man to climb up by himself.
Unexpectedly, the little man actually climbed out of such a deep well step by step.
Looking at this distant cousin who had nothing to do with him, with a face covered in black and gray snot, Huo Gannian deliberately teased him:
"'Huo Chen'? Don't use the last name 'Huo' anymore. I can't afford to lose this person."
Who would have thought that this foolish boy actually took it seriously, and directly abandoned his life of luxury, and practiced martial arts day and night for seven or eight years, just to stand in front of him and proudly say:
"Young Master, I am your personal guard, 'Hua Jue'. I will protect you with my life until the day I die."
Now, his words have come true and he has really done it.
He saved Huo Gannian from danger thousands of times, and finally left his young life in Guying City forever.
Huo Gannian wanted to be proud of him and make his glorious deeds famous, but he couldn't help but think:
If he died, what would become of his beloved Rui Niang? What about the wedding gifts Huo Gannian had already prepared for him in the Huo Gang's warehouse? He was so smug and obsessed with cleanliness, where could he find a brand new set of Huo Gang personal guard uniforms to give him a last shred of dignity?
As I thought about it, my nose felt sore and tears welled up in my eyes.
Huo Gannian supported himself on the desk with his hands, his shoulders trembling slightly, and tears fell "patter", soaking the entire piece of letter paper.
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