After the rain, the sky was clear, and the blood everywhere was washed away.

The remaining 376 cavalry 'wall-breaking army', like hunters harvesting, in a group of four or five people, began to pursue the 'Restoration Army' that had fled all over the mountains and fields, increasing their military exploits.

Wei Ye sat alone at the head of the 'Restoration City', his eyes looking into the distance. Covered in blood, his clothes were torn, and his hair was scattered, but the aura of a king exuded from his body was still shocking.

The city of Restoration was broken, Wang Yan was killed, more than half of the 6,000 'Restoration Army' were killed or wounded, and the remaining ones were also running around without the strength of a battle, and were chased by the 'Wall-Breaking Army' that was less than one-tenth of them.

Beitang Hui stood behind Wei Ye with a stunned expression.

In the battle with Zhuge Iron Arm, Beitang Hui was fine on the surface, but in fact, his internal injuries were no less than Zhuge Iron Arm.

"After this war, the external troubles of the Beiyang Empire have subsided, and the rest is internal worries. Wei Ye gently stroked the back of his head, holding the long sword in his right hand, his knees slightly bent, and his expression was lazy.

Beitang Hui stood behind him and smiled lightly: "External troubles, I will calm down with you, but internal worries are the business of you young people." ”

When Wei Ye heard this, he sighed softly: "Sacrificial wine, how can you be so irresponsible." ”

"Haha. Beitang Hui chuckled, sat down gently beside Wei Ye, and said in a long thought: "The world is ours and yours, but in the final analysis, it is still yours." ”

"Isn't that a bit far-fetched?"

"Nothing to be far-fetched. Beitang Hui looked at the rising sun in the distance and said with a smile: "When you were in the academy before, didn't you often say, 'The back of the Yangtze River pushes the front Lang, and the front Lang dies on the beach'." We, old bones, have occupied this class long enough, and it is time for us young people to give the opportunity to be in the limelight. ”

"The sacrificial wine is right. ”

Wei Ye looked at the dense layers of towering ancient trees and smiled softly.

In the treasury of the 'Restoration Palace', Ye Junlin, Wang Bodang, Beitang Ciju and others stood excitedly, and in front of them was a sea of gold and silver.

Gold coins, Xuanjing, all kinds of high-level weapons, high-level armor, high-grade mystical skills, magical magic weapons, and all kinds of rare spirit grasses were placed in front of them.

Beitang Ciju is a dignified prince of Beiyang, and his expression is a little calmer about these wealth. And Ye Junlin and Wang Bodang were born in the grassland, and they really lack resistance to wealth.

Wang Bodang rushed into the treasure house, almost frantically stuffing his spatial ring with belongings.

Compared with Wang Bodang's 'greed', Ye Junlin is much calmer. He only picks those things that are applicable, and only occasionally stuffs some Xuanjing.

Kitado Jikoma stood aside and just laughed

At noon, on the walls of the 'Restoration City', a trumpet of assembly was heard.

Whether it is the 'temporary generals' such as Beitang Ciju and Ye Junlin, or those ordinary soldiers who are chasing the 'Restoration Army' and reaping their military exploits, they all flew to the city gate to assemble.

Dressed in silver armor and holding a sword, Kitado Jiju stood under the city gate, smiling.

Beside him, a hill of crystals and gold coins was placed in a mess.

The captains and soldiers couldn't help but swallow their saliva fiercely when they looked at this golden mountain.

In my heart, they would love to go up and grab it. But the discipline of the army and the status of the prince of Kitado Jiju suppressed the impulse in their hearts.

Beitang Jiju cleared his throat, and Mance said in an orderly manner: "In this raid, the monarchs have made the greatest meritorious service. After consulting with my ancestors and Wei Tingwei, I decided that one-third of the money and goods in the treasury of the 'Restoration City' would be confiscated, one-third would be comforted by the families of the fallen soldiers, and the remaining one-third would be given to the soldiers according to their official positions. ”

The words of the second colt of the north hall fell, and the call of the three hundred and seventy-six horsemen of the 'wall-breaking army' shook the sky.

The 'wall-breaking army' has gone through no less than a thousand battles, large and small, and the captured property, weapons, and mysteries have been piled up into mountains. But this is the first time that such a generous reward has been given.

"Long live the second prince!"

I don't know who shouted first, and the other 'wall-breaking army' shouted after being a little sluggish.

"Long live the second prince!"

"Long live the second prince!"

"Long live the second prince!"

The shouts shook the sky and resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Above the city tower, Wei Ye and Beitang Hui glanced at each other, smiling like the wind

The defenders of Gangneung Fortress arrived four hours later. The generals who led the army were Bei Tangjun, as well as Huangfu Tenghui and Huang Yuyang.

In the first battle of the 'Restoration City', a total of two enemy generals, 17 ordinary generals, 73 captains, and more than 3,700 ordinary soldiers were killed

In addition, a city was recovered, and weapons, armor, magic weapons, occult techniques, and money were captured.

These exploits were all counted on the five hundred 'wall-breaking army', as well as the heads of Wei Ye, Ye Junlin, Beitang Ciju, Wang Bodang and others.

Beitang Jun, Huangfu Tenghui, Huang Yuyang and others, who are the princes, came for nothing, and they didn't even catch a hair.

Beitang Jun gritted his teeth with hatred, it was originally his 'Battle for the Championship', but he didn't expect it to be Beitang Ciju who snatched all the credit.

He was resentful, but he was helpless.

Because not only the 'non-compiled' Wei Ye came, but even his ancestor Bei Tanghui was also uninvited.

Beitangjun could only hold this 'grievance' in his heart.

Maybe it was because he couldn't feel sorry for Beitang Jun in his heart, Beitang Hui patted him on the shoulder, and then left in an instant.

The defenders sent by Gangneung City, as well as some of the elites, were left here, one to counterbalance the native barbarians, and the other to rest the city and turn it into one of the 3,650 cities in Beiyang.

The class teacher returned to the court, and the breeze and moon were clear along the way, and he was in a good mood.

Arrived at the imperial capital of Beiyang, it was already 20 days later.

On that day, the entire Beiyang Imperial City was lit up, and the emperor Beitang Xiong personally led hundreds of civil and military officials to go out of the city ten miles to greet them. The people spontaneously rose up, and stood on both sides of the road to comfort the three armies, and the scene was spectacular.

The six young generals looked nervous, but they forcibly cheered up, and the scene was quite funny.

Dressed in a dragon robe and a golden sword hanging from his waist, Beitang Xiong looked at the victorious army in the distance, standing straight.

The monarch stood, those courtiers, where did they dare to sit.

Thousands of iron horsemen rode from far to near, and the hooves of the horses were bursting, raising pieces of dust, covering the sky and the sun.

Beitang Xiong is too old, his left leg is slightly lame, and his back is a little bent, if he doesn't have the crown yellow robe and golden sword, he is an ordinary little old man who can't be ordinary anymore.

And it's in the crowd, the kind that grabs a lot of it.

But it was such an old man who made the victorious army of the dynasty suddenly stop.

The three armies dismounted and knelt on the ground in unison.

"Long live my king, long live, long live. ”