Some people died vigorously, some people died even worse than wild dogs on the roadside, and some people were directly wiped out. Wu Yonglin knew that they could not stay here anymore. The remaining personnel and the captives were not enough to bury these 40,000 corpses. Many of them had been separated by the flesh and blood of the bison herd, and they were completely integrated with the grass in front of them. The smell of blood attracted countless vultures, wild dogs, wealth wolf, and blind bears. Many were still coming here. This place gradually became a grand event that belonged to carnivores only.

Wu Yonglin decided to take the rest of the people away. Before the news came, it was mostly good news. Their abilities are obvious to all. It is not impossible to have another double act between father and son.

The corpses of the opponent's soldiers were randomly discarded in any corner of the grassland like grass, but the warriors who died on their own could not be dealt with so simply.

Wu Yonglin counted the number of casualties on his side, 258 people died and dozens of injured people, which made him feel distressed and bleeding. This bad battle lost one-fourth of his old background. There were countless crises ahead. He secretly swears in his heart that the future wars could not be fought like this. Some of his previous technology will still be useful in this era. After gaining a foothold in this grassland, these cutting-edge things must be allowed to exert the power he deserves.

The 258 already cold corpses were lined up, and their relatives kept searching for the lost hands, legs, or heads of their sons or husbands in the trench. Wu Yonglin wanted to go forward to stop them, but he couldn't speak or move. They just wanted to have a complete corpse and take a look at it for the last time. This request was not too much. Wu Yonglin had to dispatch some people to help them fulfill this simple long-cherished wish.

Wu Yonglin fell to the edge of the earth wall, his eyes swollen and swollen to look at the lost old men, children, and women, because every time they find everything they are looking for, they will cry loudly, which includes the sorrow of the collapse of the pillars of the family and the at a loss of knowledge about the future. This feeling has lasted for thousands of years and has never changed at any time. This is a virtue passed down by the Chinese nation for thousands of years. The true love in the world. When facing separation from life and death, even the strongest man will squeeze out a few tears, let alone these orphans and widows. They can only express their longing for the dead through tears through tears, and can better express their longing for the dead.

They knew that Wu Yonglin would take good care of them in the future, and this sadness did not last long, because after the weather warmed up, the smell of rotten here gradually began to begin. The groups of vultures and wild wolves in the distance were the best testimony, and they were their favorites for rot.

The next day, all the living people had a torn white cloth tied to their heads, and even the prisoners consciously asked them to give them one. This is a kind of etiquette, and the living people must abide by it unconditionally.

The funeral was serious and silent. In order to let his relatives accompany him forever, Wu Yonglin decided to cremate in a concentrated manner. If these people were left on the grassland, it would not be ruled out that the corpses were digging out and eaten by the wild beasts. Since the war stopped, more and more wild beasts gathered here. Wu Yonglin and others had just bombarded the beasts that were approaching. These carnivorous animals would make a comeback when they turned around. They didn't care about the intimidation of humans at all. Wu Yonglin had no choice but to solve the funeral of these people here as soon as possible and leave as soon as possible. These beasts were addicted to eating human flesh, and it was difficult to guarantee that they would treat their own team as snacks.

The fire burned for a long time, from morning to dusk, and many people fainted from crying. It was not until the last bit of Mars that Wu Yonglin asked someone to find a solid wooden barrel and put the few white ash in it. The current conditions do not allow it. After finding some pots, they will naturally return the ashes to their relatives. The tombstone of the martyr will feel that it lacks a human touch in this world. Wu Yonglin respects their choice, at least there is a shrine with ashes at home that can indulge in the dead relatives. If there is nothing empty, the souls of the relatives will not find their way home.

Since the White Wolf King's brothers have had human flesh that can have a full meal, they seem to have forgotten the existence of the boss, and they have not taken any attention to the suddenly disappearing boss. When the White Wolf King, wrapped in cowhide, watched him get farther and farther away from his brothers, he had the heart to die. These white-eyed wolves, see how I deal with you when I come back in the future, I have disappeared for two days, and no brother has come to look for me. Is it really that bad for being a wolf before? The answer is at least yes, yes.

Wu Yonglin left the land of failure late at night with these men. Not long after he left, a monk appeared in front of them with a team of Tubo civilians. This time it can be said that this is great news.

This was something that Jiumo Xuankong took the initiative to add icing on the cake. He was happy to see it. He mixed in Mao Zixing's team and returned to the tribe of Tsomuhun again, doing something he had already prepared to do very early.

Jiumo Xuankong instigated the prisoner to rebel. He released more than 2oo prisoners. In addition, the elite troops brought by Tsomuhun had already rushed to the front line. The remaining ones were easily solved by Jiumo Xuankong and others. These prisoners were extremely pious under the Buddhist teachings of Jiumo Xuankong. After Jiumo Xuankong executed several accomplices who usually bullied them, these people seemed to have been saved. The tribe left by Tsomuhun was in order, and there was no robbery incident. It was just like this.

When a team of messengers who seemed to crawl out of hell appeared in the Tsomuhun tribe, a sharp-eyed man recognized the Wei Dynasty warrior who was famous at the martial arts competition - Wu Yonglin. The originally noisy crowd calmed down, and it was the grassland hero in front of him who rescued them from the sea of ​​fire. Changshengtian did not break his promise and sent them a hero who changed all this.

All the Tubo people knelt down in unison and thanked the hero together. From this moment on, he was the god and Buddha in their hearts.

"Monkey, call them up and tell them that I am actually just an ordinary person."

After a 'dong' sound, Jiumo Xuankong also knelt down. The people behind quickly buried their heads. The living Buddhas knelt down to the hero, and this was only a god.

"Mr. Wu, I have heard of the war ahead. Please accept my most sincere thanks. The sufferings of all living beings and the sufferings of the people, Mr. Wu's great feat has saved so many innocent lives. The little monk thanked me again."

"Master, if you don't get up, everyone else will have to kneel with you until dawn. I happen to discuss something important here with you."
Chapter completed!