After several battles, the Northern Xinjiang cavalry had lost seven to eighty-eight.
If their main force is withdrawn, what will happen to the cavalry who are still fighting on the front line
abandon them
Northern Xinjiang cannot afford this loss!
The third prince knew very well that if he gave up the cavalry now, even if he could fight for a chance to breathe, it would be nothing more than lingering.
"Can you still take care of this now?" The eldest prince was about to faint from anger, and his heart was furious, "If you don't withdraw, do you want to die?"
The third prince felt a chill all over his body, as if shocked by the words of the eldest prince.
After a while, he said dryly, "Without those cavalry, what can we do to stop the willow thief?"
Hiding in the royal city
In the eyes of the enemy, their king's city is probably like a piece of paper, right
The people of the Central Plains lived by farming and lived in a relatively stable environment, so they built high walls and thick walls to block external damage.
The three tribes in the northern Xinjiang are nomadic peoples who like to live by the water. They live in no fixed place and are extremely mobile. Therefore, their houses are tents, which are easy to dismantle and move. In this case, the city walls are of little use to them, so there are very few cities in the northern border.
The so-called royal city was also specially built to imitate the capital of the Central Plains in order to show the special features of the imperial court in the northern border.
To put it uglier, it's just a tofu dregs project.
The third prince cried in his heart and complained, "The willow thieves have fought less siege battles? Can the mere King City really stop them?"
No matter what, they couldn't give up the cavalry that charged ahead.
Snapped-
A loud slap sounded, a slap print appeared on the sixth prince's face, and after a few breaths, half of his face was swollen high.
"To grow others' ambition and destroy one's own prestige, are you an undercover agent sent by the willow thief! You ask for death, and Gu can give you death." All in all! Now—withdraw—”
The third prince looked at his brother in disbelief, his eyes full of surprise and disappointment.
The sixth prince issued an order to withdraw troops.
After a short while, the sound of chiming sounded.
He entered upon the sound of drums, and retreated upon hearing the sound of gold.
When Fu Wang heard the movement, a bloody smile appeared on his face, "You want to withdraw now? It's too late!"
After all, he ordered the left and right flanks to change their actions, and dispatched another 20,000 Chinese troops to cooperate with cutting off the retreat of the northern cavalry.
The rest of the soldiers and horses followed him to pursue the remnants of the northern border, chasing them all the way, eating the enemy soldiers who were left behind bit by bit, and chasing them to the bottom of the king city.
After a bloody battle, it gradually stopped until the sunset.
The orange sunset shone on the earth, smearing a desolate color.
The king city stands on the horizon, but the city wall cannot bring the slightest sense of security to the northern border.
Northern Xinjiang suffered heavy losses, and Jiang Pengji returned with a great victory.
"Happy—it was such a joy to kill today—"
Fuwang's armor was soaked with blood, and the joints of the armor were still stained with flesh foam, like a ghost crawling out of a sea of blood from a mountain of corpses.
Strikingly, he also carried two helmeted heads in his hands.
With such a rude demeanor, no one thought he was doing a bad job, but instead wondered who the owner of the two heads was.
However, there are always exceptions-
Jiang Nongqin frowned secretly, "General Fu brought these two heads, but they want to present them to the lord for a drink?"
A little closer to Fu Wang, the bloody aura that shot up to the sky almost smothered people.
Commanding the three armies can also kill two generals of the enemy, Fu Wang's ability should not be underestimated.
The smile on Fu Wang's face stagnated for a while. Seeing that the speaker was Jiang Rongqin, he couldn't choke back.
There are no women in the barracks, and anyone can underestimate it.
Fu Wang and Jiang Nongqin didn't have much contact, but he also knew that the other party was not easy to mess with.
If nothing else, the female battalion is in charge of the entire wounded battalion, and maybe one day his life is on the line, and he expects others to help him.
"What Jiang Xiaowei said, what kind of character is the lord, how can he drink blood like a barbarian?"
Jiang Nongqin said coldly, "Since this is the case, the general should find a box to put it in, so as not to disturb the lord."
Fu Wang: "… "
Li Yun heard the conversation between the two, and when he saw Jiang Nongqin left, he said, "She cares about the lord very much, and the general should not mind."
Fu Wang glanced at Li Yun resentfully, and saw that the other party was inexplicable.
"I understand—is the lord the most important—"
In just a few words, the sour taste can make people sour.
Fu Wang is not angry with Jiang playing the piano, he is just touching the scene and feeling in love—
Huijun's family letters are always for the lord, most of them are to report safety or say hello, and occasionally share the growth of the dragon and phoenix. Fu Wang even saw the ink footprints of two little babies on the family letter, and only three or five letters will be sent. mention his name-
jealous and envious-
dare not hate.
Huijun is like this, Jiang Nongqin is like this, and the other female soldiers in the female battalion also worship the lord like a god—
"Tsk - it's useless to like it - give up, who made the lord a woman-"
Fu Wang murmured softly, and summoned someone to prepare two boxes for him to place the heads of the enemy generals.
For generals, the head of an enemy general is not just a head, but also merit and glory.
The value of these two heads can at least be exchanged for the daughter of Huijun's family for a lifetime of rouge gouache!
Capturing the heads of the generals is nothing. The biggest gain in this battle is to wipe out the remaining cavalry in the northern Xinjiang and capture a large number of war horses.
The intact war horses are kept in captivity as trophies, the seriously injured and disabled are kept as reserve food, and the enemy war horses that have been killed are used as food. To tell the truth, the living conditions of the soldiers are extremely difficult. They have been attacking the northern Xinjiang for more than half a year, and they can hardly eat meat and fish.
Fighting a war is tiring, and the heavy aftermath work is even more tiring than fighting a war.
For example, when cleaning up the battlefield, the lost arrows must be recovered; most of the swords, swords, swords and halberds lost on the battlefield can be recycled; the clothes and armor on the enemy's corpse can also be re-used after sewing and mending; Take away luggage...
In addition to these tasks, rescuing the wounded soldiers is an urgent matter.
Half of the soldiers died not on the battlefield but because they could not get timely treatment after the war.
Jiang Pengji closed the live broadcast room and planned to take a bath in the main tent to clean up the blood stains on her body.
Everyone was too busy, and the clean hot water had to be close to the wounded soldiers, so Jiang Pengji didn't bother others, and directly exchanged a large basin of water from the system mall for a simple wash. When she jumped into the bathtub wearing the innermost clothes, the water basin that was clearly visible was instantly dyed red.
After changing several basins of water in a row, I was barely able to wash it off.
Although there was still a lingering smell of blood around him, it was much better than before.
"My lord, Wei Ci asks to see you."
Jiang Pengji said, "Zixiao, come in."
The tent was opened, and Wei Ci came in with a heavy food box.
Going around the simple screen, I saw Jiang Pengji wearing a pine green long gown with loosely knotted ties, wet black hair casually draped over her shoulders, her face with a natural blush that is unique to her after bathing, and her jet-black star eyes blazing with energy. People dare not look directly for fear of blasphemy.
"Cixiang thought that the lord hadn't eaten yet, so he specifically asked the cook for a portion—"