The battle ended with the defeat of Ximing and the death of Pang Yuan.

Before the Dongling soldiers had time to celebrate the victory, they were poured cold water on Pang Yuan's death, sad, frightened, and uneasy, and the entire Dongling army showed a state of depression, as if Dongling was the loser in this battle.

In fact, Dongling is not the victorious side, Ximing lost most of the troops, but Dongling lost the only existence that they know to compete with Jinglian, and it is also the only spiritual pillar of the Dongling army that has been defeated repeatedly.

Kneeling weakly in front of Pang Yuan's body, some people even began to cry bitterly, some were sad because of the death of this comrade-in-arms who had been with him for a long time, some felt pity because of the fall of Dongling New Star, and more were crying bitterly for the confused future of Dongling's war.

Although the reasons are different, it is undeniable that they are all suffering for Pang Yuan's death. War is accompanied by death, and years of battlefield have forged their hearts of stone, and they have long lost the sad mood of dying for their comrades, but this young man who began to exude dazzling brilliance not long after he came here can face death so lightly in that desperate situation makes them feel a little ashamed.

In that case, they still relied on him shamelessly, while the other party still smiled and carried the shadow of death without complaint to show them the way. After the war, the place where Pang Yuan stood was covered with dried blood, and you can imagine how much determination and perseverance Pang Yuan's command after the assassination was completed.

Looking at the scars that penetrated into the bones, this injury was unbearable even for their bodies that were used to being injured, let alone Pang Yuan, it was hard to imagine how Pang Yuan's thin body could stand up casually under such a serious injury, and raise his pale and weak hands to conduct incomparably precise commands again and again.

"Mr. Pang is gone, so what should I do next?"

A panicked voice broke the silence at an inopportune time, speaking a general who had led the army on the battlefield and killed countless enemies, and now his eyes had long since lost the original confident light, and some were just confused and worried, like a child who had lost his family, not knowing where to go.

Although the general's sudden voice was met with angry eyes from everyone, no one opened their mouths to accuse, and they were all looking at others with blank eyes, which was also a question they wanted to ask but couldn't ask, Pang Yuan's death, General Xu's exit. and Mo Wen's serious injury, who else does Dongling rely on to save it now?

"You...... You guys?! ”

Yue Ling looked at the group of comrades in front of him in disbelief, he had only been away for a few months, why was Sergeant Dongling, who had been indomitable that day, now shrugging his head like a defeated rooster?

Yue Ling's first battle after returning from disappearance was a big victory at the cost of Pang Yuan's life, although he had heard of it, but he had not faced Jing Lian and personally felt the despair, he didn't feel how terrible the Ximing army was, so Yue Ling's fear of Dong Ling was incomprehensible.

"By the way, Mr. Pang gave me a tip before he died."

Yue Ling, who was still in his normal mind, suddenly remembered a bag that Pang Yuan had quietly handed him when he asked him to hold him, and suddenly spoke.

"Where? Take it out, open it and take a look. ”

"Tell us what Mr. Pang said."

As soon as the words fell, Yue Ling was surrounded by the swarming Dongling army. The crowd was surging, facing a pair of hopeful eyes, Yue Ling suddenly felt a lot of pressure, and hurriedly opened the bag left by Pang Yuan, with two words written on it.

"Wait and?"

The crowd gathered around couldn't help but read it. Wait and wait? What is the meaning? Waiting for Ximing to still sue for peace? And this kind of thing? Although most of Ximing's troops were defeated in the battle a few days ago, the remaining troops were still able to deal with Dongling, who let Dongling be beaten too badly before?

And now that Dongling has lost Pang Yuan, who can fight against him, not to mention the slightest advantage in troops, even if it is twice the strength of Xi Ming, these generals dare not fight against Xi Ming. Where did Pang Yuan get his confidence that Ximing would send troops to sue for peace at this time?

"It's almost time to calculate."

At the moment of chatting, Ye Heng suddenly burst out with a sentence.

"What time?"

Mo Lao asked. Ye Heng smiled and didn't answer, just stretched out his hand and pointed to the north, and Mo Lao smiled when he saw it.

"How's the battle going ahead?"

On the sickbed, Mo Wenqiang stood up and asked Mo Yi who had returned.

"Daddy, you lie down first."

Mo Yi's face changed, and he hurriedly stepped forward to persuade, before entering the door, he heard Buzhi say that Mo Wen was injured, but it wasn't until he saw it that he found that Mo Wen was injured so badly that it became difficult to even get out of bed.

"Yi'er, how is the war?"

Mo Wen, who was lying down obediently, asked again, fortunately they were escorted back by soldiers, otherwise he and Buzhi alone would not know where to go around now.

"My daughter also went back an hour after you left, so I don't know about the war, Daddy, you should rest assured and wait for the news."

There were still three days to go before the news of the heralds.

This time, Jinglian, who used almost all his forces to prepare to take it in one fell swoop and then pursue it with victory, suffered a defeat for the first time, a real defeat. Whether it was a kill or a serious injury, in Jing Lian's eyes, it was a sign of Pang Yuan's exit that day, but the other party made a move that was incomprehensible to him.

"Won the battle with the wrong moves."

Talking to himself, Jing Lian finally summed up the battle.

"Your Majesty, what should we do now?"

At this moment, Murong Ming stepped forward, representing the generals in the rear, and asked their hearts, although they opened their mouths to ask, the eager expressions on their faces must have been answered in their hearts.

Now the situation, Ximing was defeated, more than half of the troops were lost, and Dongling's previous defeats were cumulative, and there were few troops left, coupled with the death of the acting general Pang Yuan, it was like the last straw that crushed the camel, if Ximing continued to go on the expedition, Dongling had no chance of winning, such a genius could produce two a year, and it was hard to believe anyone who asked.

Jing Lian glanced at Murong Ming with an indifferent gaze, and then swept towards the soldiers in the rear, the dark pool in his eyes extinguished the heat in their hearts, and when everyone slowly calmed down, he opened his mouth without hurrying.

"Peace."

"Okay, then...... Why?! ”

Surprised, with a hint of questioning in his words, Murong Ming's eyes widened, his eyes were full of incomprehension, and when he reacted, his heart was beating and cold sweat was not stopping, the person in front of him was not something he could offend.

"North, steppe."

The faint explanation brought everyone to their senses, and the fierce battle, the dawn of victory, almost made them forget the threat of the Northlands.

At that time, Dongling interrupted the three stone bridges, cut off the connection with the grassland, and also blocked the invasion of the other party, and Ximing and the north are only separated by a plain, the grassland cavalry is unstoppable, and it is like a tiger on the plain, every year Ximing has to send a large number of troops to guard against the plundering of the grassland people at the time of the autumn harvest.

Counting the days, it should also be the time for the invasion of the Northland, if the war with Dongling continues at this time, it will be difficult to count the victory or defeat if it is still fought on both sides.

Murong Ming received the order and led his troops to the north to garrison, while here, he was ready to negotiate peace.