As soon as the soldiers in the northern border were defeated and fled, Fu Wang took a break and led his troops to pursue them. He drove them to the Mayinu tribe on the banks of the Suishui River like chickens.
Because he was worried about the opponent's counterattack and ambush, Fu Wang resolutely retreated after chasing after a while, collecting a lot of spoils along the way.
The army in the northern Xinjiang panicked and chose the road, crowded and trampled on each other, almost fleeing all the way to death, with corpses everywhere.
In the midst of the chaos, King Dai was accidentally shot in the shoulder by a stray arrow, and the pain made his face turn pale, and he howled in pain.
"Dai Wang—it's safe now, the pursuers didn't catch up—"
Harentza seemed to be a lot older, and this life-and-death escape was too exciting, making him disheartened and embarrassed.
"No, didn't you catch up?" The king looked at Halenza with a pale face, the heartbeat in his chest was like a drum, and it was beating wildly like a shower and a gust of wind. Hearing Halenza's words, the oppression of death that followed him was slightly reduced." Send someone, send someone to check, really didn't chase?"
He was frightened by Jiang Pengji's fictitious means, for fear that he had just relaxed his vigilance, and no trace of the enemy appeared in any corner.
Haruncha said, "The minister takes orders."
As soon as he stepped back, there was a mournful chirping in the sky, and when he looked up, several vigorous eagles fought against the sky.
"Ah - the willow thief is chasing after you again?"
The eagle's chirping was high-pitched and sharp, piercing the eardrum violently.
The king's nerves were already tense, and when he heard the sound, he almost jumped from the chariot.
Haruncha said, "Report back to the king, just now a few eagles have passed over the head..."
When King Dai heard this, recalling his shameful performance just now, he couldn't hold his face.
He waved his hand wearily and sent Harenza straight away.
Recently, he really didn't want to see Harenza's face—
Who let the other party witness his most humiliating embarrassment
As dusk approached, the fleeing soldiers from the northern border returned to the team one after another.
After sending someone to count the number of people, everyone felt a chill in their hearts, and Harenza sighed even more, with sadness and tiredness written on his brows.
The Northern Xinjiang army claims to be 500,000 heroic divisions, but in reality there are only 180,000, 100,000 elites, and 80,000 militiamen who were temporarily forcibly recruited.
After deducting the 10,000 people lost in Wuliba's night attack, there are still 170,000 people left in the camp.
Now that I counted the remaining soldiers, there were less than 60,000 soldiers, and the other soldiers were either dead or captured.
"God is going to kill my northern border—"
Wu Liba tried his best to escape, and when he heard the result, he cried with tears in his eyes, and his eyes were full of tears.
"General General - you must never say this again - it will be bad for you if it is passed on to the king's ears by someone with a heart."
The guards who escorted Wuliba to escape supported him, so that Wuliba would not faint from the blow.
Wu Liba's wound cracked, and his complexion was a bit lifeless gray.
He swallowed the anger and sadness in his heart, and clenched his pocket knife with trembling fingers.
"You're right, the old man can't fall—"
A stern look flashed in Wu Liba's eyes, and he asked the soldiers, "Where are we now?"
The other party said, "Mayinu tribe."
"Mayinu tribe?" Wu Li twitched his lips and said, "It turned out to be here—"
There are many big rivers in northern Xinjiang, but there are only so many places with lush pastures.
Often only the powerful tribes can occupy the places with the most lush grass and the cleanest water.
The Mayinu tribe occupies the most extensive pastures on the banks of the Lishui River, and ranks first in the northern Xinjiang.
Most importantly, the Mayinu tribe is the mother tribe of the third and fifth princes!
Wulipa is the mentor of the third prince!
Instead of continuing to drag the king to hell in the northern border, it is better to take the opportunity to join forces with his apprentices to launch a coup and get rid of the king.
This daring thought swirled in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.
After fighting hungry and fleeing for one day, the northern army also lost a lot of military supplies.
At this moment, they are hungry, tired and cold, with people and horses.
In stark contrast to them, Jiang Pengji set up a bonfire, roasted the fire, ate meat, and sang and danced.
The northern Xinjiang fled in all directions, and Jiang Pengji laughed at all their logistical baggage.
The intact war horses are caught, and the lame or severely injured ones are directly slaughtered and eaten.
The whole camp was red and full of lively atmosphere.
The soldiers outside were rejoicing, and the main account of the Chinese army also held a small celebration feast.
Speaking of the celebration feast, everyone is both happy and uncomfortable.
For a foodie like Yang Si, just eat and ignore other things, this kind of celebration banquet is the best, but it is a bit uncomfortable for normal people.
Although it's good to bring your own entertainment program to help the fun and bring people closer, but it's like this every time—
Who likes watching a bunch of big guys twist their waists and shake their butts
Unexpectedly, their lord chose a dancer for the first time today—
Dancer, dear!
"My lord, is it true?"
Feng Zhen was the first to light up his eyes, and his whole face came alive.
Don't think it's because he's too rambunctious, it's clearly because of everyone present that he's the only one suitable to ask this question.
Li Yun has already jumped into the grave of marriage, and his wife is Shangguan Wan, the little sister protected by the lord. How dare he be interested in dance girls
Qi Guanrang is also married, with a sullen and reserved personality, even if his eyes really want to see the dancer, he will maintain the appearance of a gentleman.
Sun Wen is hard to say, he is a grandfather, he wants to be a good example to his grandson, and women are not enthusiastic.
Wei Ci-
Well, he has unspeakable thoughts for the lord, and Feng Zhenzhen knows that this kid will not jump out.
Fu Wang seems to have a deep-rooted love for Mrs. Hui. A gentleman who has been a vegetarian for many years is probably not suitable to meddle in such topics.
As for Captain Jiang—
Cough, cough, she is a woman, no matter how good the dancer's figure is, she doesn't feel it.
After counting, only Feng Zhen had the "speak" of everyone present.
Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "As a gentleman, it's hard to chase after horses. The group of people in Beijiang escaped too fast, not only lost a lot of luggage, but also lost a lot of 'encumbrances'. Our army searched the Beijiang University. During the camp, I found dozens of dancers full of exotic flavors. Of course, in addition to the dancers, there are also several concubines who claim to be the kings of Northern Xinjiang. They can also sing and dance - they finally won the battle. , I should treat them well, I simply ordered them to compose songs and dances, so that everyone can relax-"
The crowd watched indifferently.
Feng was wrong.
Apart from him, their lord was also very interested in Miss Dancer.
"Beautiful and beautiful—I heard that women in northern Xinjiang can sing and dance well, and the dancers who have been carefully trained are even more graceful—"
Feng Zhen was so happy that he almost didn't grin the corner of his mouth behind his ears.
These dance girls were carefully raised by the king, but now they are cheaper than Jiang Pengji and others.
A burst of exotic music sounded, and a dozen or so sexy dancers stepped in from outside the tent. One by one, they seemed to be agile fish, passing through the gap of the tent as if they were boneless. Step on the soft animal skin cushion.
The facial features of the aliens in the northern Xinjiang are relatively three-dimensional and deep, with the rare enthusiasm and unrestrainedness of the daughters of the Han family, like a flaming flame.
Feng Zhen had no choice but to speak with Sister Yu, and his eyes became straight.