Chapter Fifty-Seven: Meet My Mother, Is the General Situation Set?
Since ancient times, he was the only one who died, and although he wanted to rush forward and die on the battlefield of fighting the enemy, his personal guards prevented him from this heroic action.
With a hug, more than a dozen personal soldiers escorted, or rather, they ran into the distance, and the defeated Jin soldiers also fled.
The baggage, the camp, and even the wounded soldiers were all abandoned, just for the escape of the nine deaths on the line.
The Red Turban Army in the town had launched a counterattack, stepping on the corpses and flesh of the enemy, and thousands of soldiers rushed out with shouts and slaughter, chasing them all the way to the outside of the wall, until they occupied the enemy's camp.
After the Jin army is finished, even if Yan Yan argues that those 180 people can get into the mountains and forests and walk out of an escape route that there was no original, it will have no impact on the battle situation.
The losses of the Red Turban Army were also very large, and the two battles of destroying the servants and leaving the family and the end of the face were killed, and the number of wounded was almost the same number, almost the strength of two battalions.
But the cost is worth it relative to the strategic goals achieved.
Now, even if Fusan Anzhen can defeat Li Quan head-on and capture Muling Pass, the Red Turban Army will be able to resist and defend the safety of the land of Sanzhou.
What's more, the Red Turban Army also took advantage of the victory to take Anqiu directly, entered Weizhou, and used the plan of encircling Wei to save Zhao and help Li Quan get out of trouble.
When Meng Jiucheng got the message and led a battalion of men and horses to Jiayue Town, it was already nearly dusk.
The work of cleaning up the battlefield is not completely over, and you can still see the scene after the battle.
Blackened ground, sunken craters, shattered weapons and armor, blood-stained earth...... All of them tell the fierceness of the fierce battle between the enemy and us.
After listening to the report briefly, Meng Jiucheng ordered the soldiers to seize the time to rest, and the men and horses he led were responsible for guarding.
As for the slander, Meng Jiucheng is not ready to send troops to chase after him, so it is better for him to go. Of course, Meng Tongzhen and Jia Yuezhen had to leave soldiers and generals to garrison them, in case Wanyan slandered those 180 people from coming out to make trouble again.
After dinner, Meng Jiucheng called Yang Miaozhen and went to see Wang Zhongfeng.
In front of the public, Wang Zhongfeng and Zheng Ruxin both called him "Meng Shuai" and gave him enough respect. This is the public side, and in private, it is Meng Jiucheng and Yang Miaozhen who came to meet the elders.
Moreover, the relationship between Wang Zhongfeng and Meng Jiucheng is not only a master and apprentice, but also raised from a young age, like father and son.
When she came to Wang Zhongfeng's residence, Zheng Ruxin was also there, it seemed that she expected Meng Jiucheng to come with her fiancΓ©e, and she also had to take a closer look.
"Meet Master." Meng Jiucheng entered the house and pressed Wang Zhongfeng to the chair, which was a big salute.
Yang Miaozhen followed, gathered her clothes and bowed, "Miaozhen greets Master." β
"Hurry up, get up." Wang Zhongfeng hurriedly stretched out his hand to help him and smiled comfortably.
Meng Jiucheng rolled his eyes, and invited Zheng Ruxin to sit down in the chair, side by side with Wang Zhongfeng, and then dressed and bowed again.
"Meet my wife."
Zheng Ruxin was stunned, and Wang Zhongfeng didn't react.
"Miao Zhen meets my wife." Yang Miaozhen bowed down again and followed Meng Jiucheng's salutation.
Hehe, Zheng Ruxin understood Meng Jiucheng's thoughts, laughed twice, and turned his head to look at Wang Zhongfeng.
After getting along for a long time day and night, the old love was already revived, and with Meng Jiucheng's persuasion in the letter, Wang Zhongfeng had already figured it out. Zheng Ruxin has never been married, and he is also guilty, but he can't wipe his face, and he has never pierced the window paper.
Seeing Zheng Ruxin's gaze coming, Wang Zhongfeng's ass got up, sat down again, and smiled bitterly without speaking.
"Hurry up." Zheng Ruxin knew that the matter was basically done, Wang Zhongfeng finally couldn't bear to disappoint her again, he was in a good mood, smiled even more cheerfully, got up to help Yang Miaozhen, and looked up and down.
"Look at this girl, she looks like a flower, and I heard that she is also strong in martial arts, which is really amazing." Zheng Ruxin pulled Yang Miaozhen to sit down, very close.
Wang Zhongfeng looked at Meng Jiucheng with satisfaction and said, "Okay, very good." Having become a relative, with such a virtuous wife, Master and I will be relieved. β
Meng Jiucheng smiled and raised his eyebrows at Yang Miaozhen, "Did you hear that, you will be virtuous in the future!" β
Yang Miaozhen glanced at him in annoyance, turned her head to talk to Zheng Ruxin, and ignored Meng Jiucheng.
"The juniors come to visit, they can't let them come back empty-handed!" Zheng Ruxin seemed to suddenly remember something, glanced at Wang Zhongfeng, and hurriedly took out the gift from his body.
Wang Zhongfeng hurriedly nodded yes, and also took out the prepared gift and gave it to Yang Miaozhen.
"Thank you, Master." Yang Miaozhen took it, thanked her, and sat back next to Zheng Ruxin, looking very well-behaved.
Zheng Ruxin took Yang Miaozhen's hand and said with a smile: "Is the date of marriage set?" This is a lifelong event, but it has to be grand and lively to be worthy of the identity of the two of you. β
Yang Miaozhen shook her head and said a little shyly: "The war is not over, the slave family thinks it is better to be simple, and Jiucheng also agrees." β
Meng Jiucheng smiled and said, "Now that the places are not very stable, I think it's a little inappropriate to gather everyone here just for a wedding." So, I discussed it with Miaozhen, and I didn't invite too many people to get married. After we got married, we walked around, like several elders and masters, all to meet us, so as not to lose the courtesy. β
Zheng Ruxin felt quite fresh, of course she didn't know the new form of tourism marriage.
Wang Zhongfeng thought about it, nodded in agreement, and said, "That's fine." Like your fifth master and sixth master, guarding Haizhou and Juzhou respectively, it is indeed not appropriate to leave without permission. β
"When the situation settles down a little, I will choose an auspicious day to do my family affairs." Zheng Ruxin said: "I don't think it will take too long. β
Meng Jiucheng said: "I am going to send Han Shouzhong to lead 7,000 men and horses to the north, first capture Anqiu, and then enter Weizhou, and force Fusan Anzhen to divide his troops to defend." In this case, there is Li Quan blocking at Muling Pass, and there is also the defense line of Gaoqiao Town in the south, and our army is guarding Anqiu and threatening Weizhou. If the Jin army wants to resume the offensive, it will have to wait a little longer due to the lack of troops. β
"That's true." Wang Zhongfeng pondered for a moment and said, "The servants who stayed at home and finished their lives were all defeated by our army, and almost the entire army was wiped out. The troops of Fusan Anzhen are already insufficient, and we must guard against Li Quan and us, it is certain that we are overstretched, and it is very possible to take a defensive position. β
"And Liu Erzu, they have threatened Jinan, and Ginting will definitely not sit idly by. If Jinan loses, I'm afraid that Anzhen can't bear this responsibility. Meng Jiucheng smiled slyly and said, "So, now that the general trend is basically set, the Jin army is no longer able to take action against our army. β
Wang Zhongfeng wanted to say that this was a bit too much. Couldn't the Jin army transfer troops from elsewhere? But in front of Yang Miaozhen, he swallowed back his words and decided to ask more in private.
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