The fire burned all night, and at dawn, embers drifted with the breeze to Yanmen Pass.

Yu Jue on the city wall stretched out his hand to catch a wisp of fly ash and twisted it in his hand, leaving a black mark.

"Young marshal, they are triumphant." A tsunami-like cheer erupted from the gate of Yanmen, and all the soldiers were shouting loudly, running to tell each other, and the excitement was indescribable.

In the glow of thousands of zhang, tens of thousands of iron horsemen returned from afar, hunting with flags, like a rainbow, with the arrogance of looking down on the world.

Yu Jue looked down, and the white-robed figure was followed by hundreds of generals and tens of thousands of cavalry, lined up neatly, radiant, and almost undamaged. Behind them were a large number of Xiliang prisoners of war, with tens of thousands of them.

"Open and close the door." Yang Wei was overjoyed and ordered.

has been blocked by Xiliang in the customs for many years, as the commander of the army, how can he not feel aggrieved. Now that the Northwest Army has returned from a great victory, no one is happier than him, and he feels proud of it.

The most pleasing thing is that this nephew, his resourcefulness and courage are not under Jing Qing at all, and he is enough to take on a big responsibility, and he can rest assured that he will return the Northwest Army to him. Now is the time, this big victory, his reputation in the Northwest Army is like the sky, to the peak, has been recognized by everyone.

"Congratulations to the young marshal on his triumph." Yu Jue saw Jing Ge coming over and said.

"Your face is very bad, but you are sick?" Jing Ge frowned slightly, and Yu Jue's expression was quite haggard.

"Maybe I suffered a little bit of wind and cold, and I didn't sleep all night last night, so my complexion will inevitably be worse." Yu Jue said with a smile.

"Your Highness has not returned from the battle for a night, presumably Miss Yujue is very nervous, worried that if she finishes all night, no one will look good." Qianxue next to her said.

"If that's the case, don't worry about it now, go get some rest." Jing Ge rubbed her head.

"Look at this noisy, where can you sleep." Yu Jue pushed his palm away.

Jing Ge looked around, it was indeed the same, there was laughter and laughter when the Yanmen Gate was closed, and the returning soldiers were bragging about their experiences outside the customs to the Pao Ze brothers who had not been able to get out of the customs, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers were excited, and they would definitely not be able to calm down in a short period of time.

"Young marshal, all the Xiliang prisoners of war have been taken to the school grounds, how to deal with them?" A soldier came to report it.

They naturally came to ask for Jingge, even before Yang Wei.

"Well, let's take a look." Jing Ge said, and after taking off his armor, he took Yu Jue and Qianxue to the school grounds.

The Xiliang prisoners of war in the field were all high-ranking non-commissioned officers, and those ordinary soldiers were too lazy to pursue them and let them escape.

"Get on your knees." The Northwest sergeant saw Jing Ge coming, approached with his spear, and ordered the prisoners to kneel.

Most of the prisoners of war fell to their knees as promised, but there were still more than a dozen extremely tough people in the field who did not want to bow their heads.

Jing Ge waved his hand to stop the soldiers who were about to step forward to stab, and looked at the few people who were unwilling to kneel down with interest.

"Commander Tuoba, don't come unharmed." Jing Ge said hello with a smile, Tuoba was often seriously injured, and the blood stains on his clothes and armor were mottled, but at this time he still stood straight, his face was fearless, and he was an iron-clad man.

Tuoba snorted coldly and did not answer.

"I have always heard that the Tuoba commander is brave and resourceful, and when I see it today, it is nothing more than that. became a prisoner of my Great Qin, why is he still so arrogant, and he doesn't answer the words of His Royal Highness. Qianxue couldn't get used to his appearance, and immediately mocked.

"It's just a despicable trick, attacking our army at night, and dubbing it out openly, how can I be defeated."

"Defeat is defeat, and what kind of clumsy excuse do you have to find." Qianxue was about to say something, when Yu Jue on the side suddenly spoke.

When Tuoba heard this, he moved his gaze to Yu Jue, and was stunned for a moment.

The Xiliang soldiers who were lying on the ground in the field were also very strange in their hearts. Why are there two beautiful women in the Northwest Army, who can talk freely in the formation of thousands of troops, without any scruples of being inferior or inferior, and the young marshal on the side has no intention of stopping them.

"As the commander of an army, don't you know the truth that soldiers don't get tired of cheating? Let the soldiers be arrogant and empty-sighted, and put the army in danger without planning to retreat. Could it be that the strategists and staff officers under your command are all wine bags and rice barrels, and they don't say a word? Or maybe you didn't listen? Now that he is defeated, he reprimands the other party for being despicable. Yu Jue said with a sneer.

After hearing this, Tuoba's face instantly turned red, and the blood stains could not be concealed, obviously ashamed.

"It's true that I didn't listen to the advice." Tuoba Chang whispered, his expression extremely complicated.

"Oh? Who is the counsellor who gives good advice? Can I do it here? Jing Ge asked.

Tuoba was often silent, he didn't know what Jing Ge was thinking, so naturally he wouldn't say that strategist in public.

"But Mr. Fan, who is known as the Crouching Tiger?" Yang Bang opened his mouth and said that the two armies had been facing each other for a long time, and he also knew some important people in the enemy camp.

"Mr. Fan is here? Please stand up and speak. Yang Bang looked around the audience, this prisoner of war captured many strategists, and that Mr. Fan was probably also mixed with the prisoners of war on the school field.

A middle-aged man stood up tremblingly, almost no one in the Xiliang army didn't know him, and he couldn't be confused, so he had to get up.

"Your Excellency is Mr. Crouching Tiger?" Jing Ge glanced at him and said with a smile, "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, there are both Mr. Crouching Tiger, and there must also be Mr. Hidden Dragon, I don't know who Mr. Hidden Dragon is?" ”

"Hidden... Mr. Hidden Dragon is not here. Someone in the room spoke.

Jing Ge followed the prestige, and the person who spoke was a young man of twenty-three or fourteen years old, dressed as a scholar, and holding a cloth bag tightly in his arms, which seemed to contain some books and bamboo slips and other things, even if he was a prisoner, he never let go, obviously to him, the contents of the bag were very precious.

Among the dozen or so people who were unwilling to kneel, he was one of them, and the rest were some generals, only he was a weak scholar, so he seemed a little out of place, Jing Ge had already noticed him.

"And where is Mr. Hidden Dragon?" Jing Ge continued to ask, he was slightly curious.

"Mr. Hidden Dragon is in Handan, and he is my Xiliang Prime Minister." The scholar replied.

Jing Ge smiled dumbly, it turned out that Mr. Hidden Dragon was the eldest brother Zhuge .

"My eldest brother is clever and resourceful, and he doesn't want to be compared to a fame seeker like you. I also hope that Mr. Fan will sell me face, and in the future, I will not say that I am Mr. Crouching Tiger, so that people will look down on Prime Minister Zhuge . Jing Ge looked at him and said.

Mr. Fan's face was blue and white for a while, and he could hear that Jing Ge didn't mean to kill him, and he should have said yes.

"I promised Princess Xiliang that if you capture the Xiliang soldiers, you will not kill them and return them to Xiliang, and you can leave the customs." Jing Ge said loudly.

When Yu Jue heard this, he quietly looked at the soldiers in the northwest, and none of the soldiers had any objections, which showed that they were very convinced of the young marshal and had no opinion on any of his decisions.

"Get them out of the country." Jing Ge ordered.

As the Northwest soldiers approached, Tuoba Chang suddenly burst out, broke free from the rope, and snatched a sword.

Jing Ge looked at him coldly, at this time he was already at the end of the crossbow, and he was seriously injured, what could he do in this Yanmen Pass?

"I commanded hundreds of thousands of troops, and I ended up in such a miserable defeat, how can I have the face to go back to see King Liang and the princess." He killed himself with a sword, unwilling to be sent back to Xiliang.

Jing Ge waved a palm, shook the sword flying, and said, "It doesn't matter if you die, but if you die here, Princess Xiliang and Lord Protector mistakenly think that I broke my promise, then it's not good." It's better to bother the commander to return to Xiliang and die. ”

"The big husband can win and bend, what kind of hero is he if he wipes his neck, if he really wants to be face-saving, he might as well go back and reorganize the army to capture Yanmen Pass. The 200,000 soldiers here are waiting for your revenge. Yu Jue pointed to the surrounding Northwest soldiers and said.

"yes, we'll wait." The soldier on the gate of Yanmen laughed and echoed, and said arrogantly.

"Look at the way you look, as if you have been insulted. It is normal to be defeated in the hands of His Royal Highness, even if Bai Ze, the king of Xiliang, comes in person, he will not be able to get benefits in front of His Royal Highness. Qianxue said disdainfully.

Jing Ge smiled, now that Qianxue has become the number one fan girl, her admiration for him is overwhelming.

Jing Ge no longer bothered with Tuoba Chang, and didn't care much about his life or death, he walked towards the young scholar.

"Friend, please wait a minute." The Northwest sergeant had already begun to escort the prisoners of war out of the customs, and the scholar was also in the crowd, about to leave with him.

"The young marshal has... What are the commands? He stopped and said a little nervously, Jing Ge ordered them to be released, and he was not embarrassed, so his tone was also polite and respectful.

"What's your name?" Jing Ge asked.

"Under the surname Xu Mingzhe." He tightened the bag in his arms and replied.

"My name is Jing Ge, and I guess you are the strategist who needs to guard against my Great Qin raid in the Xiliang Army." Jing Ge looked at him and said.

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"How did the young marshal know?" He asked.

"That Mr. Crouching Tiger is the number one strategist in the Ninth Legion, and he is often relied on by Tuoba, but unfortunately he is a vain character. I saw that you were quite bold in the school field, although you were panicked and frightened, but you didn't want to lose your temper, and your style was very good. Looking at the strategists present at Xiliang, you are the most outstanding, obvious. Jing Ge said with a smile, with a look of appreciation in his eyes.

"You are young, you should be a fledgling, you have not made any contributions, you must have been excluded in the Xiliang army and not taken seriously, so Tuoba often did not follow your advice." Jing Ge continued.

Xu Zhe was silent, indeed as Jing Ge said.

"I wonder if you'd like to work with me?" Jing Ge gave birth to the meaning of cherishing talents and invited him.

Jing Ge's posture was very low, his words were sincere, and he was invited to work together, not to recruit his subordinates. Although the two are not the different, they sound much more comfortable and can make the other person feel respected.