Li Guanyi threw down the pen in his hand, looking at the resting place of these comrades, remained silent for a long time, poured the confiscated wine, and paid tribute to these comrades. The cold wind was biting, and the elite behind him stood solemnly in silence.
In these days of entering the Western Regions, they fought over a dozen battles, killed more than ten thousand enemies, and the blade was long stained with blood. A lone army ventured thousands of miles deep, and there was no longer any possibility of turning back.
Li Guanyi poured out the wine from his wine skin and then tossed it aside.
"To all of you!"
"When we return victorious, we will surely share the good news with you."
"By then, with thousands of horsemen, we'll welcome you home."
