In successive battles, the cavalry of the northern frontier has lost seventy-seven, eighty-eight.

If their main forces were withdrawn, what would happen to the cavalry who were still fighting on the front line?

Abandon them?

Northern Xinjiang can't afford this loss!

The third prince knew very well that if he gave up the cavalry now, even if he could fight for a respite, it would only be a respite.

"Can you still take care of this now?" The eldest prince was almost fainted by anger, and his heart was so anxious that he was angry, "If you don't retreat, do you want to die?"

The third prince shuddered, and seemed to be stunned by the eldest prince's words.

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 royal city is probably no different from paper paste, right?

The people of the Central Plains made a living from farming, and their living environment was relatively fixed, so they would build high cities and thick walls to block external damage.

The three ethnic groups in Northern Xinjiang are nomadic people, who like to live by water, have no fixed residence, and are extremely mobile, so their houses are tents, which are easy to disassemble and move. In this case, the city wall was of little use to them, so there were very few cities in the northern frontier.

The so-called royal city was also built in order to show the special imperial court of northern Xinjiang, and it was specially imitated from the capital of the Central Plains.

To put it mildly, it's just a tofu slag project.

The third prince wept in his heart and complained, "The willow thieves have fought fewer siege battles, can just the royal city stop them?"

In any case, they couldn't give up on the cavalry in front of them.

Smack-

A loud slap sounded, and a slap mark appeared on the face of the sixth prince, and after a few breaths, half of his face was swollen high.

"Grow the morale of others and destroy your own prestige, you are not an undercover agent sent by the willow thief! The sixth prince withdrew his hand and said in a dark voice, "Lone is the acting king, and everything is Lone's final say!

The third prince looked at his brother in disbelief, his eyes full of astonishment and disappointment.

The sixth prince gave the order to withdraw his troops.

After a while, the sound of the cymbal began.

Hear the sound of the drum and advance, and hear the sound of gold and retreat.

Fu Wang heard the movement, and a bloodstained smile appeared on his face, "You want to withdraw your troops now?"

After that, he ordered the left and right flanks to change their movements, and then sent 20,000 Chinese troops to cooperate in cutting off the retreat of the cavalry in the northern frontier.

The remaining soldiers and horses followed him to pursue the remnants of the northern frontier, chasing and fighting all the way, eating the enemy soldiers who had fallen behind little by little, and chasing people to the bottom of the royal city.

The bloody battle did not stop until 10 minutes after sunset.

The orange sunset reflected the earth, blurring a desolate color.

The royal city stood on the horizon, but the city walls could not bring the slightest sense of security to the northern frontier.

Northern Xinjiang suffered heavy losses, and Jiang Pengji's side returned with a big victory.

"Happy—what a pleasure to kill today—"

Fu Wang's armor was soaked with blood, and the joints of the armor were still stained with flesh foam, like a fierce ghost crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Striking is that he also carries two helmeted heads in his hands.

With such a rude demeanor, no one thought that he had done a bad job, but wondered who the owner of the two heads was.

However, there are always exceptions -

Jiang Rongqin frowned secretly, "General Fu brought these two heads over, but he wants to present them to the lord as a snack?"

A little closer to Fu Wang, the bloody aura that rushed to the sky almost smoked people.

Commanding the three armies can also kill two enemy generals, and Fu Wang's ability should not be underestimated.

The smile on Fu Wang's face stopped for a moment, and when he saw that the person who spoke was Jiang Rongqin, he couldn't choke back.

There are no women in the barracks, and anyone can be underestimated.

Fu Wang and Jiang Rongqin didn't have much contact, but he also knew that the other party was not easy to mess with.

Not to mention anything else, the women's battalion is in charge of the entire wounded battalion, and maybe one day her life hangs by a thread, counting on others to pull her.

"What Captain Jiang said, what kind of character is the lord, how can he drink blood like a barbarian?"

Jiang Rongqin said coldly, "In that case, the general should find a box to put it, so as not to disturb the lord." ”

Fu Wang: "......"

Li Yun heard the conversation between the two and saw Jiang Rongqin leaving, so he said, "She cares about the lord very much, and the general should not mind." ”

Fu Wang glanced at Li Yun with resentful eyes, and saw that the other party was inexplicable.

"I know—the lord is the most important—"

In just a few words, the sour taste can make people sour.

Fu Wang is not angry with Jiang and playing the piano, he is just touching the scene-

Hui Jun's family letter is always for the lord, most of them are to report safety or say hello, and occasionally share the growth of the dragon and phoenix fetus, Fu Wang even saw the ink footprints of two little babies on the family letter, and his name will be mentioned in three or five letters-

Jealous and envious—

Don't dare to hate.

Hui Jun is like this, Jiang Rongqin is like this, and the other female soldiers in the women's battalion will also worship the lord as a god-

"Tsk-it's useless to like it-die, who made the lord a woman-"

Fu Wang muttered quietly, calling for two boxes for him to place the head of the enemy general.

For generals, the head of an enemy general is not just a head, but also a meritorious and glorious achievement.

The value of these two heads can at least exchange the female treasure of the Huijun family for a lifetime of rouge gouache!

Capturing the heads of generals is nothing, and the biggest gain in this battle is to completely annihilate the remnants of the cavalry in northern Xinjiang and capture a large number of war horses.

The intact war horses were kept in captivity as trophies, the seriously injured and disabled were kept as reserve food, and the enemy war horses that had been killed were used as food. To tell the truth, the living conditions of the soldiers were extremely difficult, and they had been attacking northern Xinjiang for more than half a year, and they could hardly eat meat.

Fighting a war is tiring, and the heavy aftermath work is more tiring than fighting.

For example, when the battlefield is cleaned up, the lost arrows must be recovered; most of the swords, guns, swords, and halberds lost on the battlefield can be recycled; the clothes and armor on the enemy's corpses can also be reused by sewing and repairing; and there are also heavy goods and property that the enemy camp has not had time to take away......

In addition to these tasks, the rescue of wounded soldiers is an urgent matter.

Half of the soldiers did not die on the battlefield, but because they did not receive timely medical treatment after the war.

Jiang Pengji closed the live broadcast room, planning to take a shower in the main tent and clean up the blood stains on her body.

Everyone was too busy, and the clean hot water was still 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 middle coat, the basin that was originally clear and visible instantly dyed red.

After changing several basins of water, I barely washed it off.

Although the smell of blood still lingers around his body, it is much better than before.

"Lord, Wei Ci asks to see you. ”

Jiang Pengji said, "Zixiao, come in." ”

The tent was lifted, and Wei Ci came in with a food box that was not light.

Bypassing the simple screen, I saw Jiang Pengji dressed in a pine green gown, the tie was loosely knotted, her wet long black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, her face was covered with a natural flush unique to bathing, and her black starry eyes were scorching, making people dare not look directly for fear of blasphemy.

"Ci thought that the lord hadn't eaten yet, so he specially asked the cooker for a share-"