A large camp in the northern Xinjiang was brightly lit, and everyone had no intention of sleeping.
Dai Wang is anxiously waiting for the good news, but now he doesn't care about his sweet wife and concubine, ignoring their resentful eyes.
"No news yet?"
He paced back and forth in the main tent, as if to rub two holes out of the animal skin blanket on the ground.
"Reporting to the king, there is no news at the moment." The guard replied respectfully.
The king's heart became more and more impatient, and Wu Liba's battle was of great importance. If there was a good start, the pressure on the northern frontier would be much less.
"What time is it now?"
After a while, the king sat back to the throne depressedly, his heart beating steadily and powerfully, but he felt a little flustered.
The guard said, "Reporting to the king, now is Yinzheng's moment."
Yinzheng moment
"It's actually now..." Dai Wang murmured to himself, "it will be dawn in half an hour, why hasn't Wuliba come back?"
The guard was calm on the surface, but in his heart he secretly despised the acting king.
Fighting is nothing else, it's impossible to come back anytime you want—
There is a limit to willfulness!
If the bloody Wulipa knew about the mental activities of the acting king, he would definitely be angry.
The remnants of the northern Xinjiang were forced to the waterfront, and now they have nowhere to retreat, and are in a desperate situation.
Wu Liba showed grief, but he did not show any negative emotions, and still encouraged the soldiers to fight the enemy to the death.
If it is normal, the last battle may be able to erupt with amazing combat power.
However, the momentum of the northern Xinjiang suffered successive setbacks and fell to the bottom of the valley.
They don't have the slightest order, and they only have the idea of "escape" in their minds. How can they listen to Jin Wuliba's command and dispatch
Do not obey orders, do not follow orders.
Crowded people, crowded in a pile, not only not many people escaped smoothly, but caused more casualties.
Many people climbed onto the boat, and one was accidentally dragged off by the comrade behind him and fell into the freezing cold water.
Seeing that it was difficult to board the boat, they jumped into the water with a thud and tried to swim back to the other side, relying on their good water skills.
Wu Liba watched them disintegrate and fled into the water like dumplings. He could only sigh and look sad.
"General, don't hesitate, you can get on the ship first-"
The lieutenant prepared a boat for him. As long as he crossed the Lishui and reached the other side, Wulipa would be considered safe.
The war had just started, if Wu Liba died here or was captured, the momentum of the northern border would be devastated.
Wu Liba knew the seriousness of the matter, and while enduring the severe pain of the wound, he boarded the ship under the protection of several lieutenants.
"Xiaowei Jiang, the archers are ready-"
Jiang Nongqin looked at the enemy on the river bank coldly and said, "Shoot—"
The battlefield does not pay attention to the point and stop, and there is no gentleman's demeanor. It has always been to seize the opportunity to rectify the enemy to death!
Jiang Nongqin directed thousands of bowmen to line up in three rows, taking turns to scatter towards the riverbank and the water surface.
The water was cold to the bone, and most of the soldiers in the northern border were injured. Even if they swam to the other side, they basically had half their lives.
Jiang Nongqin also sent them several waves of arrows, and in an instant, corpses floated up in the water, and the surface of the river was dyed red with blood.
"Report-"
In the northern Xinjiang camp, the king finally waited for the battle report he was thinking about.
"Come on, tell me - did General Wulipa capture the Liu clan leader alive?"
The king looked at the messenger's mouth with burning eyes, hoping to hear the most desired good news from these mouths.
The messenger said with an almost crying expression, "The general is defeated—"
"Our army is victorious, our army is victorious... What?" The smile on the corner of Dai Wang's mouth stiffened as soon as he was halfway up. He could hardly believe what he heard. What is "the general lost"? Who lost? which general...
Dai Wang spent one night trying to imagine how Jiang Pengji would be defeated, how Wu Liba would be victorious, and how he should reward himself after the victory so that Wu Liba would be satisfied without shaking his rule... Unexpectedly, the messenger told himself, Wu Li was defeated
"How could Wulipa lose? He fought for so many years and lost to a woman named Liu Xi?"
The king roared angrily, raised his hand and smashed everything he could.
Although he didn't like Wuliba relying more on Halencha, but Wuliba was the backbone of the Northern Xinjiang, how could he be defeated
"What about people? Where is Wuli pulling people?"
After Dai Wang Yitong roared and vented, his emotions finally stabilized, and he shouted at the messenger.
The messenger said, "General Wulipa has been rescued, and now Langzhong is being treated for his injuries."
The king roared angrily, "Let that old man roll over to see the orphan, lose to a woman, and he still has the face to treat his injuries?"
These words blurted out, and the guards who guarded the main tent and the messenger who sent the letter felt a chill in their hearts, and a chill that never came.
In any case, Wu Liba was also the minister of the humerus of the King of Northern Xinjiang, helping the opponent to conquer the tribes in the southern and northern wars.
Wu Liba has neither credit nor hard work for the northern border. The ninth prince is only the king, so he humiliated the old officials of the two dynasties
As time passed, the screams of killing on the banks of the water became inaudible.
As far as the eyes can reach, there are countless floating corpses floating on the water surface, and the blood dyes the water surface scarlet.
Jiang Nongqin commanded the soldiers to clean up the battlefield, pulled those who were still angry from the corpse pile and sent them to the wounded barracks.
Jiang Pengji raised her hand to wipe away the blood that had flowed into her mouth, and slowly calmed down the surging killing intent and breathing.
With a bang, she threw the big knife in her hand aside, just to be seen by Sun Wen who came forward.
The body of the blade was covered in blood, and the back of the blade was hung with pieces of minced meat and viscera, some of which had dried up and turned black, while others were still fresh.
Not only that, the big knife is missing several mouths, and many places are still curled, which is extremely worn, and I am afraid it will be difficult to use again.
Although I haven't seen how my lord kills the enemy with my own eyes, judging from the situation of the blade, the battle must be extremely fierce.
"scared you?"
Jiang Pengji loosened the tether of the armor, took out two handkerchiefs and wiped his face, just wiping it was full of thick blood plasma and visceral minced meat.
If it wasn't for the recognizable armor of Jiang Pengji, Sun Wen couldn't believe that the person sitting on the ground with a golden sword in front of him was actually a woman, and this woman was also his lord - not only the lord is amazing, he just saw it The girls' camp is also amazing.
You can fight with a knife and mount a horse, and you can also be a doctor when you clean the battlefield.
Probably, this is what kind of lord there is what kind of soldiers.
"My lord's words seem to be weak." Sun Wen smiled bitterly.
After all, he is also a grandfather, much older than Liu She, but now he has received such condolences like coaxing a child.
"It doesn't mean that you are weak. The literati are always more delicate, not as rough as a warrior."
Just as he was talking, Li Yun came.
"Is your hand hurt?"
Jiang Pengji saw at a glance that Li Yun had a wound on his left arm, which was probably not shallow.
Li Yun said indifferently, "The injury is on the left arm, it doesn't matter."