Han Jie dragged his tired body and walked to Gu Qing, choking with tears in his eyes, and lowered his head without saying a word.

Gu Qing's heart sank, stepped forward and held his arm, looked up and down, and said in a deep voice: "Are you injured?"

Han Jie shook his head.

At this time, Han Jie lost his strength to speak, his body was covered with wounds, but fortunately, there were no injuries on his chest and back. The most wounds were on his thighs and waist. The armor was covered with blood, and it was hard to tell whether it was his own or the enemy's.

Seeing Han Jie's expression, Gu Qing's heart became heavier and asked calmly: "How many of the personal guards' brothers were killed or injured?"

Han Jie whispered in tears: "About 30 casualties..."

Gu Qing's shoulders trembled, and he pursed his lips, and instantly felt a tearing pain in his heart.

People have selfish intentions. Unlike other soldiers, Gu Qing still feels heartbroken about the casualties of his personal guards.

That was a living life with him day and night. Everyone's name and personality have been deeply embedded in Gu Qing's memory. For a long time, Gu Qing has gradually regarded them as his brothers and sisters. When eating, drinking and having fun, they stood silently behind Gu Qing. When they were causing trouble, they silently stood in front of Gu Qing.

They have become Gu Qing's organs and part of his body.

The pain of the pain at this moment is tantamount to breaking one's own hands and feet.

Gu Qing tried hard to calm himself down, lowered his head and was silent for a while, and said, "It's me that I'm sorry for my brothers, I shouldn't..."

Han Jie shook his head: "It has nothing to do with the Marquis. The Marquis doesn't have to blame himself. We are soldiers of the Tang Dynasty. Death on the battlefield is the ending, and the difference is just early or late."

"The Marquis' military order is correct. If the Right Army and the Brothers of the Guards fought to the death, the Tubo army would have escaped today. If so many chariots were sacrificed in this battle but they did not get the result they deserved, that would be the greatest disappointment to the chariots who died in battle."

Gu Qing shook his head and stood up and said, "Go and see the brothers, and those brothers who died in battle."

As he said that, Gu Qing's eyes felt sore, but he still pursed his lips and held back his tears.

Han Jie stretched out his arm to stop him and said, "Mr. Marquis, don't look at it. It will only add to the sadness. Marquis's will be confused. Marquis is the commander of the first army, so you must not be confused."

Gu Qing pulled his arm away and insisted: "Go and see, I'll give you my brothers the last journey. All I can do."

On the flat ground on one side of the battlefield, rows of corpses were neatly placed. They were covered in blood and were covered with holes. I could not imagine how great pain they had endured before they died. Everyone had a piece of white cloth covered with a piece of white cloth. Gu Qing squatted forward and gently uncovered a white cloth. A familiar face was revealed in front of him.

Gu Qing remembers that his name is Sun Jia, a man in his thirties, and he is taciturn. He entered the Anxi Protectorate's Mansion in his early years and personally participated in wars of all sizes dozens of times. He survived by luck and was transferred back to the Chang'an Left Guard. Unexpectedly, he came to Anxi again, but eventually died in the battle in this yellow sand.

Sun Jia's life is like a destined fate.

Revealing a white cloth again, another familiar face.

Gu Qing's hands trembled slightly. He could no longer bear the pain of losing his hands and feet. It was ridiculous. Hasn't he always claimed to be a stern heart after living for two lifetimes? He couldn't even bear to see a few dead people?

"I won't watch it anymore, I won't watch it anymore... I'm sorry for my brothers." Gu Qing finally couldn't help crying.

"Han Jie, bury them with great burial, and their parents, wives and children. From now on, I will care about their food, drink, defecation, birth, old age, sickness and death."

Kneeling down to the guards who died in battle, Gu Qing kowtowed three times with heartache.

After sighing, he was about to leave, Han Jie grabbed him and choked softly and said, "Marty, Wang Gui is missing, he will never see anyone in his life, and he will never see a corpse in his life..."

Gu Qing said in a deep voice: "Then treat him as he is still alive. Go and pass on our military orders and summon more people to find Wang Gui's whereabouts on the battlefield. Those remote corners, those dead people are rummaging to find them."

Han Jie took the order and left.

Gu Qing raised his head and took a deep breath.

It was already late, and night slowly fell, torches were lit around the battlefield, and the soldiers were still in the aftermath.

In the gloomy sky above our heads, a group of vultures hovering at low altitude, waiting patiently for the coming generous meal.

Walking alone on the sand dunes, absent-mindedly sent out several generals who came to report the aftermath. Gu Qing was in a low mood and upset.

Before he knew it, he walked to the west edge of the battlefield. On the sand that was still hot, the injured soldiers were neatly lying on the ground. They were densely packed with invisible ends. More than a dozen military doctors rushed to heal the soldiers. The soldiers moaned in pain one after another, and some seriously injured soldiers moaned gradually weaker, and then there was no sound. The doctor stepped forward and looked at it, then shook his head, and a piece of white cloth covered his face, proclaiming the death of the person.

Gu Qing's heart trembled, his steps stopped immediately, and he wanted to turn around and leave. He had seen too many deaths today. As a person who went to the battlefield for the first time, his mind could no longer bear it.

However, he still did not leave after all. He was the head coach and could not leave. He could not pretend to ignore the life and death of the generals of Paozawa.

After slowly moving forward, Gu Qing decided to face their life and death.

This is a wounded area for soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, and it is a seriously injured area. The soldiers lying here are too seriously injured and have no time to transport them back to Kucha City, and it is not suitable for bumpy roads, so they can only choose to treat them on the spot.

Whenever a post-war cleanup is cleaned up, it is often the most miserable. Under today's medical conditions, serious injuries usually mean death, and only a few people can survive by relying on physical fitness and luck.

Gu Qing slowly walked into the wounded area and was busy with the military doctor, not even caring about saluting Gu Qing.

Gu Qing looked around and tried to help a little, bandage or stop bleeding from the wounded soldiers, and even told a few jokes to relieve their pain. He was also considered his own efforts.

The ears were filled with the painful howlings and moans of the wounded soldiers, and some of them had already fainted after breaking their hands and feet. The doctor could not take it at all. The gurgling blood flowed out with the wound that did not stop bleeding.

Gu Qing gritted his teeth, tore off a piece of his inner clothes, and squatted down to bandage a wounded soldier.

The wounded soldier was so painful that his facial features were deformed. He didn't recognize Gu Qing. He opened his mouth wide and tried hard to breathe the air, and hissing sounds of phlegm came from his throat.

Gu Qing bandaged a wounded soldier and stood up with blood. Seeing that the wounded soldier he had just bandaged had turned pale, Gu Qing felt sad. He knew that the wounded soldier could not survive. Bandaging the wound was nothing more than a self-consolation of self-deception.

Just as I was about to continue bandaging the next one, a weak roar suddenly came from my ear, with a few crying voices.

"Who... who is from Tongguan? Are there any from Tongguan? Tongguan people who can survive..."

Gu Qing was stunned and hurriedly walked to the wounded soldier.

The wounded soldier had a wound as big as a fist on his abdomen. He could vaguely see the thick white bones and slowly wriggling internal organs inside the wound. This person could not live anymore.

Gu Qing held back his grief and whispered: "I am not from Tongguan, but if you have something unfinished, I can help you."

The wounded soldier, as if he saw the savior, grabbed Gu Qing's hand and said intermittently: "I am from Wuxiang, Tongguan... I have parents at home and a six-year-old child. I...please, if the court has pensions, I must... tell them, tell their parents, I... I..."

Before he finished speaking, the wounded soldier made a sound of Titicaca in his throat, and then he was extinguished.

Gu Qing still held his hand and choked and said, "I have recorded it, from Wuxiang, Tongguan, I have recorded it, I have recorded it."

As if he had a wake-up call to the seriously injured soldiers around him, several wounded soldiers immediately shouted weakly.

"Is there anyone from Xianyang? I'm from Xianyang..."

"Is there anyone from Fufeng? Zhang Silang, Fufeng County, my name is Zhang Silang..."

"Zhou Daxi, Dongxiang, Lantian County, my name is Zhou Daxi... How much pension can I exchange for my life? I must bring it to my wife and children..."

One after another, one after another, one after another, one after another, one after another, one after another, one after another, and one after another, one after another, and one after another, one after another, and one after another, it is hard to leave.

Everyone knows that they have no hope and no one cares about their treatment. What they say and think in their hearts are the parents, wives and children in the family, and the last ray of earthly love that they cannot let go.

Gu Qing's tears rustled down his face, nodded constantly, and choked, "Remember, I remember everything, I will tell you, you can rest assured, and you will not lose any pension."

Asking for paper and pen to the Suijun doctor, Gu Qing began to run busy among every seriously injured soldier, carefully recording their last request before his death.

I don’t remember how long I was busy, but Gu Qing finally finished all his wishes. When he turned around and looked again, many lives disappeared quietly.

Gu Qing folded the paper full of words and put it solemnly in his arms, together with the unhandled memorial written by Song Gensheng in his arms, close to Gu Qing's heart.

The memorials of the lonely minister and the warrior's last wishes are all the questions that Gu Qing had asked about the world in this life, and he will take them to find the answers.

With heavy steps, Gu Qing left the wounded area.

Looking up at the dark night sky.

The night sky is full of stars, densely packed like the Milky Way, beautiful and quiet.

The joys and sorrows of life and death in the world have nothing to do with these beauty.

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In the second half of the night, the battlefield was almost cleaned, so Gu Qing ordered the barracks to be built on the spot, especially the wounded areas to take care of them.

Han Jie came over to report good news. Wang Gui found it, and he was not dead. He was only seriously injured. He was buried in a pile of corpses and almost stopped breathing. He was dug out of the dead by Han Jie and others.

After Han Jie reported it, he sincerely knelt on one knee to Gu Qing.

"The last general will thank the Marquis for their generous kindness on behalf of all the guards. If it weren't for the iron plate armor that the Marquis spent a huge amount of money to build for us when they were in Chang'an, the casualties of the guards would be even greater in today's battle. The living guards' brothers were deeply grateful for the Marquis' great kindness, and this kindness would be like a rebuild..."

Gu Qing was in a low mood and said sadly: "Okay, those who died in battle have died in battle. No matter how hard the plate armor is, they cannot save all their lives. Tell Wang Gui to recover from his injuries. Also, let the civil servants accompanying the army immediately prepare a memorial and report the victory to the Gaojiezheng in Chang'an and Yanqi City..."
Chapter completed!