The sting would be even worse once he got back to the warmth, but he didn't care.
He raised his head again. It was still dark, but he seemed to have seen the dawn. Noticing the gazes around him, he looked at Yu Shaoxie, who pursed his lips slightly and looked at him with a complicated look.
Xiao Rong was stunned for a moment, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Yu Shaoxie shook his head: "Nothing."
I just suddenly felt a little emotional.
What virtue and ability has the king possessed to make Rong'er worry about him so much? He and Cheng'er are biological brothers, but it seems that the relationship between the king and Rong'er cannot compare to it.
There has never been such a relationship between a monarch and his subjects before and since. …………
At three quarters past the hour of Mao, the sky gradually brightened.
The morning glow is something that will not appear until half an hour later. There is not even any sun in the sky today. The deep blue sky is deep and charming. The crescent moon is still hanging in a corner of the sky, looking down at the unchanging world.
There were countless corpses on the ground and the fierce fighting gradually stopped. After all, the Xianbei people still had pride and stubbornness in their bones. They did not surrender. More than one hundred thousand Xianbei troops were killed and only 20,000 were left. The reinforcements surrendered very happily. The remaining 20,000 people did not lay down their weapons voluntarily, but they were too few in number and had to be captured.
Xue Yinchou's spear stabbed into the ground with a thud. Qu Yunmie took off the armor on his head. He breathed slightly and looked at the sea of corpses and blood.
This is his blood debt and also his glory.
Those who still had the strength to spare began to clean up the battlefield. Jian Qiao ordered them to send the wounded back as quickly as possible. The military doctor and Agusega and others had already arrived and were stationed a mile away.
Gongsun Yuan and Yuan Baifu were sent to Shengle City to help Wang Xinyong. After Wang Xinyong and Qu Yunmie captured the Xianbei Palace, Qu Yunmie immediately set out for the north gate. As for the Xianbei Palace and the captives on the streets, they were all left to Wang Xinyong to guard.
As for Yu Shaocheng, he would of course follow Qu Yunmie, after all, where Qu Yunmie went there were enemy troops to kill. …
After the enemy troops became fewer, Qu Yunmie saw where Xiao Rong was, but he didn't have the energy to pay attention to him. Now that the war was over, Qu Yunmie was soaked all over, and he didn't know how many people's blood he had bathed in today.
Among the hundreds of thousands of troops in the army, he had contributed the most. Even he felt a little tired at this time. While he was recovering his strength, he hesitated whether he should go to find Xiao Rong at this time.
Before he could figure out a conclusion, he heard footsteps getting closer and closer behind him.
His body moved faster than his head. He turned around quickly and watched Xiao Rong step over one corpse after another and walk slowly towards him.
Xiao Rong stopped about five steps away. He looked at Qu Yunmie's body carefully, but it was covered in blood and he couldn't tell what was wrong. Since Xiao Rong's body was fine and Qu Yunmie had been fighting for so long, there shouldn't be any big problems.
Xiao Rong: "I thought the king wanted me to go into the city to look for you."
After a moment of silence, Qu Yunmie said, "It doesn't matter who is looking for whom."
Xiao Rong smiled. He saw the cloth wrapped around Qu Yunmie's hand. It was now covered in blood. The blood on it had dried and hardened. If you touched it, it would even peel off.
Xiao Rong frowned and reached out to touch it, wanting to untie it, but seeing this, Qu Yunmie suddenly dodged back.
Xiao Rong was stunned. He looked at Qu Yunmie, who opened his mouth and finally said one word: "Dirty."
Xiao Rong paused, and stretched out his hand again. This time Qu Yunmie did not dodge, and Xiao Rong held up Qu Yunmie's arm armor and slowly pulled the cloth down. He said, "I don't think it's dirty. I think the king is really majestic today."
Qu Yunmie raised his eyebrows: "Just today?"
Before Xiao Rong could speak, he untied the entire strip of cloth and wanted to stuff it into his sleeve. But after the cloth was untied, his fingertips touched Qu Yunmie's palm. The icy temperature made Qu Yunmie instantly take the initiative. He frowned and clenched Xiao Rong's hand, not understanding why his hand was so cold.
Xiao Rong was startled and wanted to pull his hand back: "Don't--Liang!"
Qu Yunmie didn't care. He just wanted to ask him, "You stood outside all night? Why didn't you wear a gauntlet?"
"Xiao Rong, you are really——"
Halfway through his speech, he suddenly stopped talking. He pursed his lips, took Xiao Rong's other hand, and tightly wrapped him with his own hands. Qu Yunmie also said, "You said that, you don't think I'm dirty."
Xiao Rong: “…”
He was about to refuse, but was choked by Qu Yunmie. Unexpectedly, he learned to turn the tables. Xiao Rong was stunned for a long time, and finally laughed out of anger.
The cold hands were gradually becoming warm, and the stinging pain came along, making it even more unbearable. Xiao Rong had to endure it very hard to not move. At this time, the sky had turned pale and the sun finally appeared. This was the time of sunrise, but neither of them entered the city. In the bloody wasteland outside the city, the tiny two stood face to face, just for this brief warmth.
On September 12, the sixth year of Shengde, a sunny day, the Xianbei were destroyed.
But the records in history books will not stop at this day, and the myriad changes in the world will continue.
Han Qing, or rather Han Liangru, was standing on a section of the wild Great Wall outside Pingcheng. Yesterday at midnight, he smelled blood in the air, but could not see the flames and thick smoke that should have appeared in Shengle City.
Entering the city, killing people, setting fire, and looting are the default procedures of all forces in the world today. The Zhenbei Army in the past was no different. They just didn't rob their own people in the Central Plains. When facing the Hu people, they robbed faster than anyone else.
But now that they are gone, the Zhenbei Army no longer vents its anger, and naturally will no longer plunder the wealth of the civilians like a swarm of locusts.
It seems that the King of Zhenbei wants to govern Shengle. If he treats Shengle like this, then other cities will probably be treated the same way.
Han Qing pursed his lips, then turned and walked down the dilapidated city wall.
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