Return of the Pearl

The bandits were extremely arrogant and declared openly that they didn't care and looted all the relief grain without any scruples. Among them, only Li Ergou once again witnessed the steel-like indomitable will of these soldiers. If the bandits were not so numerous and powerful, they would probably have found it difficult to gain the upper hand in the fight.

Not only did these soldiers not choose to surrender, they also did not abandon the food and flee in panic. They always held their ground tenaciously and never wavered. Even when the last man died heroically in battle, they never left the team escorting the food, not even a little bit. This made Li Ergou feel overwhelmed with emotion and fell into deep thought.

Li Ergou widened his eyes, which were filled with astonishment and admiration. He stared at the tragic scene in front of him. His fists were clenched tightly, and the joints of his fingers crackled, as if telling of his inner anger and unwillingness. Due to excessive force, his hands turned pale, and the blue veins bulged under the skin, clearly visible.

His face was filled with shock and grief, his expression seemed frozen, his muscles were tense, his lips trembled slightly, and he muttered to himself: "These soldiers are really great! They interpreted loyalty and responsibility with their lives, and wrote a magnificent chapter with their blood..." His voice was low and hoarse, full of endless emotion and sorrow.

There were tears in his eyes, like twinkling stars, and his sorrow was revealed without reservation, which made people feel heartbroken. He walked with heavy steps and silently to the body of a soldier.

He slowly squatted down, his movements so gentle as if he was afraid of disturbing the dead soul. He stretched out his trembling hands and gently closed the soldier's eyes. His fingers were trembling slightly, as if he was unwillingly fighting against fate.

During this extremely sad process, he inadvertently raised his head and his eyes fell on the flags fluttering in the wind on the battlefield. The flags fluttered violently in the wind, making bursts of mournful cries, as if they were also weeping for these soldiers who died heroically.

The flags danced wildly in the wind, as if expressing the grandeur and cruelty of the battle. Every movement of the flags seemed to pluck the deepest strings in Li Ergou's heart. Every swing of the flags made his heart surge with endless grief and emotion like a tide. The complex emotions surged in his heart, almost suffocating him.

When the thousand soldiers finally arrived at the scene after going through so much hardship, the scene before them made them burst into grief and anger, and their hearts felt as if they were being cut by thousands of knives at the same time.

The air was filled with a strong and indelible smell of blood. The pungent smell made people feel terrified. The bodies of the soldiers who were transporting relief food were lying all over the ground. Their miserable situation was unbearable to look at.

Some of the bodies were badly damaged, as if they had suffered extremely cruel torture; some of them had their eyes wide open, full of unwillingness and despair, as if telling of their indomitable spirit and struggle in their lifetime. This tragic scene deeply hurt the hearts of every soldier, making them grief-stricken and angry.

They saw that some soldiers were still holding swords tightly in their hands. The swords were soaked in their blood and firmly stuck to their hands. It seemed that in the last moment of their lives, these soldiers were still making their final struggle, using all their strength to fight the bandits to the end.

The swords were stained with blood. In some places, the blood had dried up and turned dark, while in some places, blood was still slowly dripping down. Every drop of blood seemed to be the cry of the soldiers' unyielding souls. The gaps and notches on the swords witnessed the cruelty of their battles. They were the traces of their desperate struggles with the enemy.

The smell of blood in the air was so strong that it was almost suffocating. The bodies of the soldiers were lying all over the ground. Some of them were chopped to pieces with their internal organs scattered all over the ground; some soldiers had their limbs twisted in a strange posture, as if telling of the cruelty of the battle.

The bloodstained flags danced in the wind, as if silently telling the tragic and cruel nature of the battle. This tragic scene filled every soldier who arrived with grief and indignation, their hearts aching. With tears in their eyes and clenched fists, they vowed to avenge their comrades and make the enemy pay with blood.

The soldiers' faces were filled with shock and pain, their eyes were burning with anger, and tears were welling up in their eyes. They couldn't believe what they saw. Those brothers who had been through life and death with them had left them forever. Their hearts were filled with resentment, and they felt extremely disgusted with the bandits' evil deeds. They wished they could tear those bandits into pieces immediately.

"These beasts! How could they do this!" A soldier shouted with red eyes and gritted teeth. His fists were clenched tightly, veins bulged on the back of his hands, and his nails dug deep into his palms, as if he wanted to embed the deep hatred through his nails into the enemy's body.

"We are late, brothers..." Another soldier's voice trembled, his words full of sorrow and self-blame, tears slid down his dusty cheeks like a flood, leaving a trail of tear marks on his face, which looked particularly glaring on his sad face.

"We must avenge them! We must make these people pay a heavy price!" The soldiers were furious, and their roars resounded throughout the battlefield. The voices were filled with hatred for the bandits and deep sorrow for their dead brothers.

On this tragic battlefield, the soldiers stood there quietly, their eyes full of sadness and resentment. Some soldiers clenched their fists, their joints crackling, as if they were ready to fight the enemy to the death at any time; some soldiers silently stared at their dead comrades, tears welling up in their eyes, but they tried hard to hold them back.

Looking at the scenes before them, the soldiers' hearts were filled with endless sorrow and resentment. This tragic scene would be forever engraved in their hearts, becoming a pain that could never be erased. The pain followed them like a shadow, constantly reminding them of how tragically their brothers had sacrificed their lives, and also made them more determined to avenge their comrades.

Like a well-trained team, these one thousand soldiers methodically threw themselves into the battlefield cleanup work. They carefully cleaned up this tragic battlefield. Every action was full of respect and reluctance for their dead brothers. They were determined to bring the bodies of these heroic brothers back for proper burial so that they could rest in peace.

At the same time, the remaining soldiers, filled with grief and hatred, resolutely followed the bandits' tracks. Their steps were firm and powerful, and the flames of revenge burned in their eyes, as if they wanted to pour all the grief and hatred on the battlefield on the culprits. The whole scene was full of tragedy and perseverance, which made people feel the extremely deep emotions in the soldiers' hearts.