The clouds are red, the sun is like blood, and the dead trees and crows near the city are singing.


    Bang.


    A piece of gravel threw into the trunk and made a loud noise. The branches trembled and the crow fluttered and flew away.


    "Damn it! The cry is really unlucky! If it weren''t for your strange cry, how could we lose a good war in an instant!"


    "Those Tang soldiers are so mean that they kill their armored horses on the way. This raid caught people off guard..."


    "... hum! It''s not that Tang Jiang''s trick. He pretended to be defeated, led us to the bait and charged with a heavy horse..."


    On the river bank where the camp was set up, the wooden Tan knocked his fingers and washed his face. His face was covered with dry blood. It also became clean in a handful of clean water, revealing a rough appearance.


    The soldiers gathered around washed up and talked about the recent war. Two deputy generals came from one side. Wherever they went, the soldiers took the initiative to keep silent.


    But those small words had already been introduced to the ears, so that the two deputy generals could understand. When they reached the river, they looked decadent for a long time.


    Seeing the two people coming, squatting in front of them, drooping their heads or holding down grass leaves on the ground, the wooden Tan glanced at them and sat down cross legged.


    "Today''s World War I, it''s difficult for us to hand over to the general. If we don''t inquire about the news in the central area first."


    "When I find some ways to break the array and go back to the city to fight with the iron general, I will save my face."


    Rattan armour army and heavy hammer army can be described as two characteristic soldiers in Koguryo. Soldiers are famous for their tall and powerful. They have never lost in the war. Today is an example.


    If you go back to the city like this and hurt your face, it will certainly lower the morale of the whole army. This is also the reason why Mutan did not choose to enter the city at the first time after the defeat.


    The corner of his mouth bit a bright red soaked by water stains. The wooden Tan slowly unfolded in circles. The middle finger had been misplaced and strangely bent.


    Just one action of removing the gauze had made the sweat on Mutan''s forehead. At the moment when the two deputy generals couldn''t bear to frown, Mutan stuffed the wet cloth into his mouth, took a breath, and suddenly broke his fingers.


    During the whine, the phalanges banged. The severe pain made it difficult for Mutan to breathe, and he gasped heavily.


    His pale face was sweating profusely. Mutan took off the wet cloth in his mouth and wrapped his fingers that spilled blood again. His tone seemed a little vain.


    "Our soldiers are brave and good at fighting, but they lack flexibility. They rely on an arrogant momentum in Chongshan and have won many wars."


    "But this is the plain. We have no formation and coordination. We can''t do it after all. Look at my hand. The war horse with his back against his mother collided and broke off, almost breaking!"


    The deputy general held his bandaged forehead in his hand, bit his teeth and hammered it on the soil.


    "That Tang will be too cunning!"


    "Lead us to Kuo Yeh, defeat and retreat again and again, and finally let Chongqi charge. No one can dodge at such a close distance. The hard student ate the dull loss raw!"


    The other lieutenant general glanced at his head and glanced obliquely.


    "You''re lucky."


    "If it weren''t for the helmet, I''m afraid the hard stone would have been embedded in your forehead."


    Patted the shoulder of the deputy general beside him, with a touch of firmness in his tone.


    "But don''t worry, brother. It won''t be so easy for those heavy armored soldiers to poke things."


    "Let''s go to war tomorrow. I''ll screw off the head of Tang Jiang, a heavy armored soldier."


    The two deputy generals can quickly change from the war, but Mutan''s heart is slightly relieved.


    To revive morale, the mood change of the vice generals is particularly critical.


    "General... General, it''s not good! It''s not good!"


    While talking, a soldier stumbled over and looked back from time to time. He looked frightened and lost his soul.


    The two men looked at the past together. Mutan was already unhappy. When he saw the rash ghost breaking in, he couldn''t help frowning.


    "What''s the matter?"


    The soldier plumped down in front of the three, swallowed his saliva, and his lips trembled and wriggled.


    "That... That Tang Bing... Is... Is converging the body..."


    Mutan glared at the soldier who had informed him. His face became gloomy and he scolded fiercely.


    "It''s a common thing after the war to clean up the battlefield and restrain the corpses. You panic!"


    "Go back and gather the arrow feathers. Don''t disturb the morale of the army here. You''ll be surprised."


    The soldiers were panting and trembling, as if they had just escaped from power, and their fear was still in their hearts.


    "No... it''s not... They, they converge... It''s all us... Our Koguryo soldiers!"


    The three looked at each other and looked at each other.


    Mutan frowned and looked at the two equally confused Deputy generals, and then turned his eyes to the taxi soldier.


    "Can you see clearly? As Tang soldiers, they don''t properly restrain the bodies of their soldiers and find a place to bury them. Why do they restrain the bodies of our Koguryo soldiers?"


    "What about those arrow armours and weapons? Have you ever collected them?"


    The soldier shook his head and firmly denied it.


    "It''s very close. My subordinates can see clearly. They collect the broken limbs and arms."


    "As for the armor and weapons on the ground, they have not moved at all."


    Mutan frowned, pondered for a moment, and stood up.


    "Go and see what the hell Tang Bing is doing on this line!"