The lights in the camp in northern Xinjiang were bright, and everyone had no intention of sleeping.

The acting king was anxiously waiting for the good news to come, and now he didn't bother to pay attention to his wife and concubines, ignoring their resentful eyes.

"No news yet?"

He paced back and forth in the main tent, as if trying to rub two holes in the blanket of animal skins that had been laid on the ground.

"Back to the king, there is no news yet. The guard replied respectfully.

The acting king became more and more impatient in his heart, and the battle was very important, and if there was a good start, the pressure on the northern Xinjiang side would be much less.

"What time is this?"

After a while, the acting king sat back on the throne depressed, his chest and heart beating steadily and strongly, but he felt a little flustered.

The guard said, "Back to the king, it's already the moment of Yinzheng." ”

Yin Zheng moment?

"It's so ordered......" the king muttered to himself, "it's going to be dawn in half an hour, why hasn't the Ulibal come back yet?"

The guards were calm on the surface, but they secretly despised the acting king in their hearts.

Fighting a war is nothing else, and it is impossible to say when you will come back.

There must be a limit to willfulness!

If the bloody Wu Liba knew about the psychological activities of this acting king, he would definitely be angry.

The remnants of the northern Xinjiang army were forced to the waterfront, and now they have no way to retreat and are in a desperate situation.

The Vulikat expressed his pathos, but he did not show any negativity, and still encouraged his soldiers to fight the enemy to the death.

If it is peacetime, the last battle may be able to burst out with amazing combat power.

However, the momentum of the northern Xinjiang was frustrated one after another, falling to the bottom, and the soldiers pushed me and I squeezed you, scrambling to climb into the boat to cross the river.

They don't have the slightest order, they only have the idea of "running for their lives" in their minds, where can they listen to the command and dispatch of Wu Liba?

Don't listen to commands, don't follow orders.

People were crowded and crowded in a heap, not only did not many people escape smoothly, but caused more casualties.

Many people climbed onto the boat, and one was accidentally dragged down by his comrades behind him and fell into the cold water.

Seeing that it was difficult to board the boat, they relied on their good water quality and jumped into the water with a bang, trying to swim back to the other side.

Wu Liba watched them fall apart and fled into the water like dumplings, only to sigh and look sad.

"General, don't hesitate, you can board the ship first and withdraw—"

The lieutenant prepared a boat for him, and as long as he crossed the water and reached the opposite shore, he would be considered safe.

This is just the beginning of the war, and if Wu Li is killed here or captured, the momentum of the northern frontier will be devastated.

Knowing the seriousness of the matter, he endured the severe pain of his wound and boarded the ship under the protection of several lieutenants.

"Captain Jiang, the archers are ready—"

Jiang Rongqin looked at the enemy on the river bank coldly, and said, "Launch-"

The battlefield does not pay attention to the point and stops, let alone the gentlemanly demeanor, it has always been to seize the opportunity to put the enemy to death!

Jiang Rongqin commanded thousands of crossbowmen to line up in three rows, taking turns to scatter towards the river bank and the water surface.

The water was already cold to the bone, and most of the soldiers in the northern Xinjiang were wounded, even if they swam to the other side, they basically only had half a life left.

Jiang Langqin also sent them several waves of arrows, and in an instant, corpses floated in the water, and blood stained the surface of the river red.

"Newspaper—"

In the northern Xinjiang camp, the acting king finally waited for the battle report in his heart.

"Let's talk about it quickly - did General Wuliba capture the leader of the Liu clan alive?"

The Acting 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 expression that almost cried, "The general is defeated—"

"Our army has a great victory, and our army has a great victory...... What?" The smile on the corner of the king's mouth stiffened as soon as he reached the halfway point, he could hardly believe what he heard with his ears, what is the meaning of "the general is defeated"? who is defeated? which general......

Dai Wang spent a night thinking about how Jiang Pengji would be defeated, how Wu Liba would win, and how he should reward himself after the big victory so that Wu Liba would be satisfied without shaking his rule...... Unexpectedly, the messenger actually told himself that the Wuli was defeated?

"How could Wu Liba be defeated? He fought in the south and north for so many years, and lost to Liu Xi and a woman?"

The king roared angrily, raising his hand and smashing everything he could.

Although he doesn't like the Ulibat and relies more on Haruncha, but the Ulibat is the backbone of the northern frontier, how can he be defeated?

"What about people?

After the acting king roared and vented, his emotions finally stabilized and yelled at the messengers.

The messenger said, "General Wuliba has been rescued, and now Lang Zhong is being treated for his injuries. ”

The acting king roared angrily, "Let that old man roll over to see Gu, lose to a woman, and he still has the face to heal his injuries?"

When these words came out, the guards guarding the main tent and the messengers who carried the message felt a chill in their hearts, and a chill rose that did not come.

In any case, Wu Liba is also the minister of the humerus of the king of Northern Xinjiang, helping the other party to conquer the large and small tribes in the south and the north.

Wu Liba has no credit and hard work for the northern frontier, and the ninth prince is only the acting king, so he humiliates the old ministers of the two dynasties so much?

Time passed, and the cries of killing on the shore of the water gradually became inaudible.

As far as the eye could see, countless floating corpses floated on the surface of the water, and the blood stained the surface of the water scarlet.

Jiang Rongqin commanded the soldiers to clean up the battlefield, pull those who were still angry out of the pile of corpses, and send them to the wounded barracks.

Jiang Pengji raised her hand to wipe away the blood that flowed into her mouth, and slowly calmed down the surging killing intent and breathing.

With a clang, she threw the big knife in her hand aside, just in time to be seen by Sun Wen who stepped forward.

The blade was covered in blood, and the back of the knife was covered with fragments of minced flesh and internal organs, some of which had dried up and turned black, and the rest of the knife was still fresh.

Not only that, but the broadsword is missing several openings, and the blades are curled in many places, and the wear is great, so I am afraid that it will be difficult to use it again.

Although he didn't see how his lord killed the enemy, judging from the situation of the blade, the battle must be extremely fierce.

"Scaring you?"

Jiang Pengji loosened the tether of her armor, took out two handkerchiefs and wiped her face, casually wiping all the thick plasma and minced flesh of internal organs.

If it weren't for Jiang Pengji's recognizable armor, Sun Wen really couldn't believe that the person sitting on the ground with the big horse golden knife in front of him was actually a woman, and this woman was still his lord - not only the lord was amazing, but the women's camp he had just seen was also amazing.

You can fight with a knife on your horse, and you can be a medic when you clean up the battlefield.

Probably, this is what kind of lord has what kind of soldier.

The lord's words seem weak. Sun Wen smiled bitterly.

No matter how he said it, he is also a member of his grandfather's generation, much older than Liu She, but now he has received such a child-like condolence.

"It's not that you're weak, literati are always more delicate, not as rough as martial arts. ”

As he was talking, Li Yun came.

"Hand injury?"

Jiang Pengji could see at a glance that Li Yun had a wound on his left arm, and it was estimated that it was not shallow.

Li Yun didn't care about the authenticity, "The injury is in the left arm, it doesn't affect it." ”