The dragon scale wall here is more than two arrows above the ground, even if you stand at such a height and look at it from afar, you can't see the whole picture of the barbarian army, Iled led the army through the dragon wall, retreated to the wasteland, as far as the eye can see, you can see that the barbarians' dense tents are hidden in the wind and snow, and there is a ring of guardrails outside the camp. The barbarians had already begun to plan a retreat, leaving a small number of troops in Palm Grove just to bluff. The high walls are extremely windy, and the snowflakes at dusk obscure the view even more, and the sand and stones on the face hurt. Every few steps an iron torch was lit, and the flickering flames were wrapped in a windshield, but the flag on the watchtower was still illuminated in gold, and the flag cloth was torn so that one could not help but wonder if the oak flagpole would hold up.

However, Qin Ming knew that the flagpole had been standing for thirty-eight years, and it was lucky not to be cut down by the barbarians. Their greatest luck is to have a wall under their feet. The barbarians have come and gone, and for thousands of years, the dragon wall still stands proudly here. The barbarian can temporarily dissolve it with green acid, but it cannot destroy it, it opens and closes, and remains a solid barrier. There are not enough green acid barbarians to dare to come, but it is difficult to mine large amounts of green acid, which causes the cycle of large-scale invasion of barbarians to become longer and longer.

After the barbarians suffered this defeat, the dragon wall will be silent for a long time, and perhaps in the next ten years or even decades, Jinju Province will no longer have to worry about nomadic tides. The barbarians will still invade, but will no longer target the Dragon Wall, and they will move west to the Etta Federation to attack the weaker kingdom of Kamon.

He will have enough time to repair the wounds of the Golden Pony and his people. There is plenty of time to be fully prepared to withstand the arrival of the next wave of attacks.

When the barbarians withdrew from Palm Forest City, they left a considerable number of troops behind the palace to prevent Qin Wei from taking advantage of the victory to pursue. And after Qin Ming led the army to set off from Palm Forest City, the road was smooth, and the wind and snow were their only enemy. The swiftness of the barbarian's retreat and the stealth of his actions were beyond his expectations. The army easily took back the oak sentry, the dissolved passage on the dragon wall was still there, and the barbarians had retreated cleanly. Presumably the same was true on the Black Wolf Sentry side, Qin Ming originally planned to arrange a force to go and check out, but at Qin Yuan's suggestion, he only sent a few scouts in the end. Liu Desheng took his hearts and reluctantly detoured to Mabao to the Black Wolf, and he couldn't let him run for nothing.

The cold wind hasn't sent bad news to such a northerly place, but will Duan Kaicheng send someone to pass it on? He couldn't be sure. Only a very small number of people on the front line knew about this, and Daddy didn't make a big deal about it at the combat meeting, he guessed that the third uncle might know, and Daddy shouldn't hide it from him, but Antai might not know.

But now the war is almost over - just wait for the news from the black wolf to come back, he can declare a great victory and go home.

The Golden Horse lost its king and ushered in another. The general attack to regain the lost territory was easy and did not take much effort, but the credit for this did not belong to the new governor. The army remembered who carried out the strategy of clearing the wilderness, and they would not forget that he had actually just picked up a big bargain, and that the bloodless victory over the oak was not due to his good command or bravery.

But a victory is a victory. No one can dispute that this is a great victory, it will soothe the spirits of the dead who died in the nomadic tide, as well as their families, and it will announce to the whole country that the Qin family has won once again.

The results of the battle damage were not long in coming, and this time the whole army did not lose a single soldier in the battle against Oak, except for the loss of six horses on the march. For some princes, horses were more valuable than soldiers, but for Qin Ming, it was the opposite. The situation of the wall has also been counted in detail, and the barbarians have dissolved a total of twelve gaps.

"So far, Palm Forest City has gone smoothly beyond imagination, and the victory of our army can be announced to the whole army as soon as possible. The third uncle who came up to report curled up in his heavy coat, and said with Shuofeng behind his back, as if he was trembling.

The third uncle is getting old, faster than expected. Daddy's death was a hard blow for him to bear. "Big nephew, it's too windy up there, please move to the watchtower, the adults are waiting for you. ”

They were waiting for him, and he was waiting for Liu to win. And Liu Desheng's troops will have to wait at least another day to arrive. As the third uncle wished, he went down the dragon wall together. They sat in iron cages and used a winch to slowly slide down from a height. As he descended, he reached out through the crack in the iron cage and touched the cold dragon wall, the hard touch reassuring him. Under the thick ice is a more solid wall, the classics say that it is a thing infused with divine power, not ice or wood, not gold or iron, the texture is extremely strong, ordinary blades cannot move it at all, only green acid is its nemesis.

The largest watchtower of the oak sentry became a combat conference room, and when the soldiers pushed open the door, a warm breath came to their faces, and Qin Ming saw that the fireplace was burning brightly, and the third uncle let out a sigh of relief. The temporary arrangement of the venue is naturally indispensable to a long table, full of large and small princes and generals, wine bottles are displayed on the table, and copper cups are upside down, just like a camp tent seen from afar. The participants were half happy and discussed, and after seeing him, the whispering did not stop.

Qin Ming sat in the first seat, his fierce gaze scanned the audience, and he paused for a moment on those who were still talking to each other. If Daddy had been there, they would have been silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I was on the dragon wall just now, and I saw that the barbarian army was still retreating. Although they were numerous, they were a rabble, knowing that they would be invincible to the heroic counterattack of our army. From the Palm Forest City to the Oak Sentry, our army did not lose a single soldier, and it was the first contribution of the warriors. My father was conspired against by the barbarians in the Hall of the Bells, but now he stands beside my god, and we are marching and fighting, and he will be glad at the victory of this day, and he will see your bravery and loyalty. As his son, I am deeply saddened, but also proud. My father often told me that he was a soldier, and in this life he was proud of killing the enemy and protecting his family, and dying under the secret arrow would not be worse than dying in a hospital bed in his later years. Come, pour wine for the warriors of my golden horse!" He lifted his glass, held the bottle aloft, let the clear juice fall into the glass, and when it was full, handed it to those who sat down. There are many glasses on the table, and the wine bottles must be passed in turn. Seeing that all the cups were full, Qin Ming raised the wine glass, tilted it, and the wine spilled on the ground, and said loudly: "To the king of the golden horse!"

During the banquet, they raised their glasses, sprinkled wine on the ground, and chanted in unison: "To the king of the golden horse!"

Qin Ming drank all his glasses, continued to pour the wine, waited for a while, and then raised his glass again, "Respect to the warrior of the golden horse!" and swallowed it all in one gulp.

"Respect the Golden Horse Warrior!"

The third cup is sprinkled on the ground. "Mourn my deceased, comfort his family!"

"Mourn my deceased, comfort his family!"

After three cups, Qin Ming said: "The blade of conquest, the blood is sharpened, folded on the battlefield, and the wish to suppress the enemy is in full swing, filling my chest." "When he had filled himself with a glass of wine, he went to the fireplace, and poured it into the fire, and saw the flames rise up to the ground, and they were as fierce as a fluttering beast.

"We need a message from the Black Wolf Outpost to confirm that the war is completely over. Tonight is still not to be careless, the whole army must be ready for battle, and the barbarians have set up camp outside the dragon wall. Wait until tomorrow, and the gap in the dragon wall will be restored to its original state. If the barbarians don't attack tonight, they will have no choice but to retreat. He turned to the logistics chief and said, "The warriors are hungry, let's eat." ”

Wartime food, even the highest-level generals, do not pay attention to pomp, and there is no delicacies of the mountains and seas in the logistics baggage, which is Qin Wei's style. So the usual variety of grilled and cured meats, as well as potatoes, lettuce, greens and eggs are served. This meal had a celebratory atmosphere, but even so, Qin Ming didn't eat much, he poured wine into his stomach, and his mouth was more often used to chat with the princes from all walks of life, pulling the parents to increase their understanding of them, and probing the wind to learn their positions. Although he is the legal first heir, "it is very necessary to have the support of the majority of the people, and it will contribute to the stability of the future rule," Gao Jin said to him, who was always by his side on the march.

He was pleased with the outcome of the chat, and the vassals' statements reassured him. This simple banquet lasted for more than an hour, and Qin Ming didn't know who made it to the end, but after An Tai, Kang Xian, Ding Jun and others left the table one after another, he also announced that he would return to the camp to rest.

In the first half of the night, he handed it over to Gao Jin and Qin Yuan, and the second half of the night belonged to him. The patrol and detection of the dragon wall continued all night, and the twelve openings were heavily garrisoned, this kind of terrain was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and hundreds of people were enough to resist the attack of thousands. Now that the barbarians have withdrawn, it will not be easy to attack again. Not surprisingly, this is the last night of the nomadic tide.

That night, he didn't dream of his father, he didn't dream of Ilad, he didn't dream of anyone who had anything to do with this nomadic wave. He dreamed of his wife lying naked on a bed covered with woolen mattresses, and a man with bronzed skin broke her legs and pressed against her. She gasped to withstand the man's powerful impact again and again, and her legs wrapped around the man's back like a snake. Every time a man leaves her, she will hook him back with all her might, always with a happy and satisfied look on her face. Slut said, "Fill me, fill me......"

He was furious and tried to stop the adulter, but it was like an invisible wall between him and them, and he could only let the fire of anger burn his eyes, his body and mind, making him anxious and crazy, he flapped and screamed loudly, but they did not react. The adulterer is still working hard, and the slut is still moaning happily. When the man looked up, he could see the face clearly. It was Yu Jian, there was nothing wrong, it turned out that the rumors were not wrong, it was him! He even heard Yu Jian say: "Since your incompetent husband can't let you conceive a child, then let me come." ”

Then let me do it. Let me do it. I'm here to make you pregnant with a child.

He shouted hysterically, then woke up from the nightmare, only to find that his underwear was soaked with sweat and that everything had been an illusion before. He was still lying on a woollen mattress, a makeshift bedroom for the oak sentry, not a chamber for the Golden Castle. There is no adulter* wife, only a night as dark as death.