By the early morning of the next day, the sky was slightly white, but the smoke of the war still filled the air and could not dissipate for a long time.

The entire battlefield was shrouded in a thick layer of smoke and dust, as if it was covered with a gray veil.

In the distance, the captives of the Wei army were strung together, the banners were broken, the expressions were gray, and many people's faces showed despair, and the battlefield could only be described as a mess.

The battlefield was littered with discarded weapons, broken banners, and scattered horses, each of which recorded the brutality of last night's battle.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and burning, which was suffocating.

Occasionally, a gentle breeze blows, bringing up dust and debris on the ground, which inadvertently makes people's hearts feel sad.

Although the camp of the Han army also suffered a lot of losses, because the Wei army did not rush into the camp, although the loss of soldiers was there, it was not large.

The people were busy cleaning up the battlefield and carrying away the corpses of the Wei and Han armies one by one, and there was no joy or sorrow on their faces, only numbness.

It's just because they have seen the cruelty of war.

The soldier who was alive and kicking last night has now turned into a cold corpse.

Their faces still have all kinds of expressions on their faces, whether they are afraid, angry, determined, or unwilling.

But life has been frozen forever in this moment.

But in this world, the flesh has always been the weak.

The weak will only complain about the environment, while the strong have long since adapted to the environment.

The sun gradually rose, and the warm sunlight sprinkled on the battlefield, dyeing the war-torn land with a layer of gold.

Under this golden light, the smile on Wang Ping's face can also be described as brilliant.

Win!

Still a big win!

Just by simply cleaning up the number of prisoners of the Wei army, we can know that the number of prisoners is more than 10,000.

Among them, there are hundreds of generals.

More than 3,000 horses.

They are all high-headed horses in Xiliang, and they are born to be cavalry materials.

The cavalry of the Wei army was attacked by the exile army of their own people, which is why they suffered these losses, and if there was only the cavalry of the Wei army, although they would be defeated, they would not be defeated.

According to the statistics in Wang Ping's heart, the loss of the Wei army's cavalry this time is probably about 2,000 cavalry.

Lost, even more.

Even if Cao Zhen could gather the remaining 7,000 or so horses, it would take a lot of time.

And now.

He didn't have that time anymore.

Liu Feng and the cavalry have already gone to chase the death to the north.

The cavalry, which is not large-scale and has no logistical support, has limited lethality.

Even the state and county soldiers can stop it.

The cavalry army, which is not on the scale, is no match for the infantry army at all.

It is only after the cavalry army has become large that its combat effectiveness can be highlighted.

It was only a matter of time before the Wei cavalry, who had scattered to the south bank of Weishui and had never crossed the river, were captured.

The Wei cavalry that fled to Weibei will also suffer heavy damage.

Most importantly

Their faith was gone.

Confidence is more important than gold.

Those who secretly support Cao Zhen may not dare to support it anymore.

Having lost his mass base and morale, Cao Zhen has fewer and fewer options left.

"Collect the captives and send them to Chang'an to repair the palace!"

Not long after he arrived in Guanzhong, he lay down and got a great achievement.

Wang Ping's mouth was about to crack with laughter now.

No wonder those generals want to be generals under His Highness, this credit is so easy to obtain, who doesn't want to be a general under His Highness?

Want Want Wang~

is to make a dog for His Highness, and he is willing.

"It's a pity that it's a homeless army, and there are not many girls in the army, even if there are, it's also a broken flower and a willow, and His Royal Highness can't look down on it."

His Royal Highness's preferences are now known to everyone in the army.

If there is something good at the top, it will be satisfied at the bottom.

Now Wang Ping's only regret is that he didn't find beauties, especially those wives.

What can I do about it!

The night is fading and the morning dawn is dawning.

Weibei.

In a valley dozens of miles away from Weishui.

Cao Zhen led the remnants of the Wei cavalry and fled into the deep valley and dense forests in the haze of defeat.

Behind him was the earth-shattering pursuit of the Han army, and every shout of killing was like the mockery of death, echoing in this silent valley.

The forest is a natural labyrinth, with towering trees intertwined with dense foliage that obscure most of the sky, leaving only dappled sunlight to shine through the cracks.

The forest was filled with the smell of moist earth and a faint smell of rotting leaves, and the air seemed to be full of depression and despair.

The horses of the Wei army had long been exhausted from the night's rush and battle, and at this moment they were even more tired and rolled their eyes and foamed at the mouth.

Their breathing was rapid and heavy, and each step seemed extremely difficult.

The cavalrymen clung to the reins, lest the horses stumble and throw themselves off.

Even if there are three horses, they can't withstand such a fierce march.

Horses can't stand it, and people can't stand it either.

The faces of this group of Wei cavalry were full of horror and uneasiness, and their eyes lost their former pride and self-confidence, leaving only deep despair.

Cao Zhen rode on a black warhorse, and although the horse also looked tired, it still maintained a majestic momentum.

His armor was stained with blood and dust, and his eyes shone with anger and unwillingness.

Damn, damn it, damn it!

His mother's.

Mother and maid.

Straight sissy thief!

Cao Zhen scolded his mother in his heart!

Glancing back at the messy team behind him, an inexplicable anger and sadness surged in his heart.

As a general of the Wei State, how could he have suffered such a fiasco?

But the reality was cruelly in front of him, and he had to accept this fact.

Damn Liu Gonghei, cunning as cunning.

When he first knew about the Han army's grain transportation team, he should have thought more.

otherwise

It will not fall into such a situation.

The muscles on Cao Zhen's face twitched slightly, as if he was holding back the anger and grief in his heart.

He knew that he had to remain calm and firm at this moment in order to lead this remnant army out of the encirclement.

Call~

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions, and then turned his head to look ahead.

Suddenly!

Deep in the forest, a winding path is faintly visible.

Cao Zhen was overjoyed and said secretly: "There is no endless road to heaven!" ”

He immediately waved the long sword in his hand and shouted, "Quick! Follow me! ”

His voice echoed through the forest, bringing a glimmer of hope and courage to the panicked cavalry.

Immediately, the remaining Wei cavalry swarmed out.

Gradually, the sound of the Han army's pursuit in the distance gradually drifted away.

They are one person and three horses, and they have been running for so long, they are almost dying.

The Han troops behind them gradually drifted away.

Temporarily escaping, Cao Zhen didn't have any joy on his face, but said: "Count how many people and how many horses?" The people of the ordnance battalion, but still follow? ”

Logistics support can be done without, but craftsmen who repair weapons cannot be without.

Otherwise, after a big battle, the knife is cut and rolled, the armor is damaged, and there is no one who can repair it, then the combat effectiveness of this army will only get lower and lower.

Everyone rested in place, and the results of the statistics soon came to Cao Zhen.

"General Qiyu, there are still 1,531 people in the army, more than 3,000 war horses, and no craftsmen in the ordnance battalion."

Those craftsmen were originally at the rear of the army, but after the rout, where was there any rear?

They don't have war horses, they all rely on a pair of legs, can they run out?

Cao Zhen's heart was heavy, and his face was like a black cauldron.

The situation was even more serious than he had imagined.

"Gather the remnants, maybe you can get three thousand horsemen, but it can't be more."

After the night broke up, the cavalry scattered in all directions, and those who crossed the river said that those who did not cross the river would definitely be hunted and killed by the Han army.

Cao Zhen counted his remaining soldiers.

At best, maybe five thousand cavalry can be gathered.

But these 5,000 cavalry will have low morale, insufficient food and grass, lack of logistics, and blades and armor that cannot be repaired, and their combat effectiveness will become weaker and weaker.

After this victory, the Han army's encirclement and suppression of them will become more and more intense.

Their living space will become smaller and smaller.

The situation is no longer optimistic.

Now he has two options.

Retreat to Longxi.

Or enter Zuo Fengyi and join Zheng Hun.

How to choose.

Cao Zhen was entangled.

ps:

There is one more chapter in the evening. (End of chapter)