The soldiers were sleeping soundly in the courtyard after the continuous battle.
Seeing that Fatty Ye and the other soldiers 'injuries had clearly improved, Mo heaved a sigh of relief.
Under the night sky, Mo took out the bamboo slips and small carving knife in his arms. He quietly carved words beside the bonfire. This time, the content he carved was different from the previous ones.
"Zhao village, fourteen years old, Qin country, Shu land, Gan Tun.”
"Ran Xian, fourteen years old, Gan Dun Village, Shangjun of Qin Country.”
"Gou Fei, fourteen years old, Qin Country, Qinling Mountains, Xiayi.”
......
One name after another, one origin after another.
After three months of military training, they had spent every day together. What Mo remembered was far more than what the soldiers knew.
Because in the dream, they had killed countless enemies together.
He remembered every name and every person's appearance clearly.
It was also because of this that the pain in his heart could not be described by those two lines of tears.
When a roll of 50 bamboo slips was not enough to engrave, Mo slowly closed his eyes. That heart-wrenching pain made him taste the most unbearable pain in the world.
It turned out that the most painful thing wasn't the knife slashing at his body over and over again in his dream.
It was that in the dream, he unintentionally became familiar with everyone. From then on, those people would never appear again.
"Captain!"
"Captain!"
"Captain!"
.....
Beside the bonfire, when Mo heard the sound, when he opened his red eyes. What entered his sight was one youth after another standing in front of him. Although their young faces were tired, their eyes were red as they looked at him.
In the quiet courtyard, the armored youths looked at Mo.
The flames swayed with the crackling of the wood. Everyone looked at Mo's red eyes.
At this moment, no one spoke, but an invisible bond had long connected everyone.
The young cavalrymen looked at Mo's reddened eyes and the names and addresses in his hands. The shock in their hearts made them speechless.
Some of them were people they knew, while some were people they didn't know.
However, every name was personally carved on the bamboo slips by their generals. When they, who were illiterate, saw the few words that they were familiar with, their eyes that looked at Mo instantly filled with tears.
What kind of general could remember every soldier's name so clearly?
The cavalrymen who were not even afraid of death in the day all shed tears at this moment.
No regrets!
Looking at the ink by the bonfire, perhaps only these two words could describe the hearts of every cavalry soldier.
"Go to sleep!"
Under the night sky, Mo didn't say much and only said one sentence calmly.
But it was this casual statement that caused the hearts of all the cavalry present to tremble.
After watching the soldiers rest, Mo stood up.
He went into the house and found three bundles of bamboo slips. He placed the few knife coins he had on him where the bamboo slips were.
That night.
Mo had personally carved all the fallen cavalrymen into four bamboo slips.
Then, he wrapped it with a cloth.
..........
The next day, Fatty Ye woke up. When he opened his eyes weakly and found that he was not dead, he revealed a pale smile.
After Mo Jin entered the room, he saw that Fatty Ye had woken up and revealed a smile.
"Captain!"
Fatty Ye said with a smile.
"Have a good rest. We'll set off tomorrow at the latest.”
Mo said, then took out the names of the cavalrymen who had died last night, a total of four rolls. All of them were handed over to Fatty Ye.
On the day of departure, he would kill.
This bamboo scroll was not safe on him.
"Move aside!"
A cold young girl's voice sounded from the side. Mo did not mind and obediently stepped aside.
He watched as the old man and the young girl changed the fat man's dressing. Mo slowly left the wooden house.
On the city wall, Qin soldiers were standing guard. Whenever they saw groups of Qin soldiers coming to the city, they would only open the door to let them in after confirming their identities.
Two days later, when Gui led the cavalry back.
In the city, Mo was scattered and received over a thousand people. In addition to the 2,000 people brought back by Pi.
In other words, in just two short days, Mo had only had 1,000 people, but now it had become 4,000.
Fortunately, the thing that Mo was most afraid of did not happen.
Among the three thousand scattered soldiers, there were no high-ranking officials. On the battlefield, compared to the soldiers, the heads of the enemy generals were as tempting as gold.
Although the Zhao Country did not have such a systematic system of military merits and titles like the Qin Country.
However, a general was like gold in the Zhao army.
The higher the rank of the general, the more valuable the head was.
This was also the reason why soldiers would fight to kill their generals in a battle.
Would a person who could become a general be weak? Definitely not! Then why did he charge forward despite knowing that the other party was powerful? Because it was valuable.
In Zhao, where there was no system of nobility, there was no hope for one to stand out. Therefore, the heads of the generals were worth even more to the soldiers. After all, it was the only way to reap great rewards.
To the generals of the Qin army, if they were defeated, they might be able to survive.
But if they were defeated, they would definitely die.
Basically, once they were defeated, the enemies would be like wild dogs and hungry wolves that would only bite them. They would not rest until they were dead.
......
That night, Mo was sound asleep, but his forehead was constantly sweating. From time to time, his mouth would mutter 'kill, kill, kill...'
"Come out quickly."
Dong dong dong ~!
"Come out quickly!"
.....
The repeated knocks on the door woke the sleeping girl up. When the girl was urged out of the room, she saw countless armored soldiers looking at her anxiously.
"Quickly let my husband take a look. Hurry!"
"Immediately, or I'll kill you!"
....
The anxious cavalry soldiers were filled with madness.
The young girl looked at these people in annoyance, and then glanced at Mo, who was protected by three or four armored soldiers not far away.
At this moment, Mo was lying on the wooden board, his forehead covered in sweat.
He would often mutter the word 'kill'.
"Move aside."
Although the iron cavalry soldiers in front of her had fierce expressions, the girl was not afraid of them.
It could even be said that she was the most confident at this moment.
She wasn't stupid. She could naturally see how much these people cared about that villain, the butcher.
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