General Zhao was dressed in military uniform and armor, with a polished helmet on his head. He had a national face with a straight face. He was not angry and arrogant.
At this time, he was sitting on the Grand Master's chair in the tent, and eight lieutenants sat neatly under him.
"Commander, we won a great victory today and killed nearly 50,000 enemy troops. It's really gratifying." A lieutenant smiled.
"The cowards of the Eastern Jin Dynasty are simply too weak. They are like soft-footed shrimps, and they can be solved with one knife." Another lieutenant said proudly.
There was a hint of smile on Zhao Dashuai's mighty face, and he nodded proudly: "This is also thanks to the eight experts who arrived last night. If they hadn't rampaged in the opponent's army, the formation of the opponent's troops had been scattered. , we won't win so fast."
"Fifty thousand, a whole 50,000 corpses. We have fought against the Eastern Jin for so long, and we have never killed so many enemy troops at one time."
"We only lost a thousand people. The blood on the grassland is like a river, and all the blood flowing is the blood of the soldiers of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, hahaha—"
"This great victory, presumably Your Majesty and the Great Elder will be rewarded heavily. When the time comes, the position of the Great Protector General will be in your pocket, Commander." Another lieutenant complimented loudly.
There was a smug smile on Zhao Dashuai's face, and it was obvious that these compliments were very useful.
He forcibly resisted the curvature of the corners of his mouth, coughed, and said lightly, "It's too early to say this, if you can really take down the Eastern Jin..."
At that time, there will be more than one general protecting the country. Maybe the entire Eastern Jin Dynasty will be under his jurisdiction. This local emperor is much better than the general protecting the country. Zhao Dashuai was very proud in his heart.
Compared with the joyousness of the Northern Desert, the Eastern Jin side was desolate and miserable.
In one battle, 50,000 soldiers died tragically, which was the first time in the history of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
Mu Zifeng was lying on the bed, his face pale as white paper, and it could be seen from the blood on the corner of his mouth that he had vomited blood not long ago.
"General, it's important for you to take care of your health."
"Yes, General, victory or defeat is a matter of military affairs..."
Mu Zifeng waved his hand weakly, and sighed weakly: "The Bei Mo is aggressive this time... There are also ninth-rank powerhouses participating in the battle... The Eastern Jin Dynasty is in danger."
"General!"
The eyes of the two lieutenants were full of misery.
Mu Zifeng smiled bleakly, but a trace of determination flashed in his eyes: "However, it is only natural for a man to protect his family and the country. Even if he loses, he must fight to the end and guard the gate of the Eastern Jin Dynasty!"
"But... just as you said, General, the opponent has a ninth-rank powerhouse participating in the battle. We will lose this battle before it even begins." Deputy General Jia said anxiously.
"Yeah, General, what should we do now? The soldiers below are in chaos, I'm afraid something will happen." Lieutenant General B's face was also very bad.
Mu Zifeng looked at the pitch-black night outside, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "Faced with the ninth-rank powerhouse, we ordinary warriors can only wait to be slaughtered."
"Don't we have our own ninth-order powerhouse?" Deputy General Jia asked indignantly.
"Yes, we also have some in the Eastern Jin Dynasty." Mu Zifeng seemed to remember something, coughed violently, and then said slowly, "But those few, who pursued the Great Dao for their own sake, have already disappeared in time, and no one has know where they went."