Fantastical, started with Beiliang, signed with Zhao Gao

"How's the battle damage?" Xia Han looked at the Moon Saber Cavalry who was cleaning the battlefield with a calm face, and asked a hundred-member Moon Saber Cavalry captain beside him.

That's right, it's the captain of a hundred people, the commander of a thousand-level Moon Saber Iron Cavalry was transferred away by King Ming long before he came, Xia Han thought that his father was here to test him, but now he wants to come because he is afraid that they will be here.

"More than [-] people were seriously injured, more than [-] people were slightly injured, more than [-] people were killed, and more than [-] horses were lost in battle," the captain of the hundred people said in a cold sweat.

"Where's Beiliang?" Xia Han asked coldly with a dark face.

"I don't know." After the captain of the hundred people finished speaking, he immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at Xia Han.

"Trash, thousands of people were killed and injured, and even the enemy's casualties are not clear. What's the use of you, come here, pull them down and kill them," Xia Han said with a livid face.

"Little prince, please forgive me, please forgive me, it was the King of Beiliang who took away the corpses together, so we can't count the number," the centurion captain, who was held up by two parents and children, cried out in tears.

Xia Han looked at the centurion captain with cold eyes, and said indifferently, "The enemy can even take away the corpse, and you should be damned, drag it down."

"Xia Xian, our days are still long, I hope you don't end up in Xiadu," Xia Han muttered calmly.

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"How many soldiers died?" Xia Xian asked, looking at the Eighteen Cavalry soldiers on the firewood.

"More than 30 people died, and more than 500 people were seriously injured. Fortunately, Mr. Bian Que gave me the wound medicine, otherwise none of the seriously injured soldiers would survive." Luo Yi said seriously from the side.

"Order people to send their ashes back to Beiliang. Although they died in battle and their bones are buried in yellow sand, I, Huaxia, pay attention to returning fallen leaves to their roots. Beiliang is our final destination. I also told Jia Xu to take good care of their family and offspring. Even though he is dead, his friendship will last forever, and the hearts of the soldiers cannot be chilled," Xia Xian said with a calm face and firm eyes.

"Luo Yi thanked the prince for them." Luo Yi said gratefully.

For these soldiers on the battlefield with their heads hanging on their blades, what is more important than the offspring of Fuyin after their death.

"I thank them," Xia Xian said flatly.

Although he was a little sad about the death of these soldiers, he never regretted it. Even if it happened again, he would still choose this path.

From the moment he chose it, he knew that this was a road of corpses and blood, but he had to go because Daxia was too small to accommodate all the heroes of Huaxia.

"My lord, go down and rest first, you have to hurry tomorrow." Luo Yi said to the tired Xia Xian.

"Send the soldiers away first." Xia Xian took a torch from a soldier and stepped forward to light the pyre.

At this time, an old man with his hands behind Xia Xian appeared, and the old man sneered, "Unexpectedly, the king of Beiliang's life is hanging by a thread now, and it's not worth worrying about these dead people."

"Killed..." Xia Xian didn't turn around, and continued to light the fire. No matter who the old man was, since he looked down on these soldiers who fought bloody battles for him, they were enemies, and he never had any compassion for enemies.

"Bang..." Xu Chu's sky-thundering hammer flew over first. Although it missed the old man, it still delayed Dian Wei and the others.

Chen Dao shot the jumping old man to the ground. The old man looked at Chen Dao in shock, and was about to run away, when Dian Wei nailed two iron halberds on both sides of the old man's neck, one left and one right, and fixed his head on the ground.

"Impossible, how could the two of you be Ninth Grade at such a young age?" The old man didn't want to believe it, and roared blankly.

He displayed, the elder of the Cold Sword Sect, practiced swords at the age of three, and was known as the genius of the Cold Sword Sect in history. He is 93 years old this year, and has practiced for 90 years. Now he has just broken through the eighth rank and entered the ninth rank.

But Chen Dao, Dian Wei is only young, only 25-90, and he is already ahead of him. He has practiced hard day and night for [-] years, and he is not close to women.

The more Chen Lie thought about it, the more enraged he became, the more envious he became. Finally, he vomited a mouthful of blood to the sky and died.

Xia Xian and the others looked at each other, showing a hint of helplessness. No one would believe that a dignified rank-ninth master was actually pissed off.

"Ding, activate achievements, and talents will emerge in large numbers."