The primeval frost in Qiu Ze's hand was still dripping with blood, and he looked at the other side of the river without saying a word.

On the other side, a man stood on a pontoon bridge that had not yet been built, and he was looking at Akisawa with anger in his eyes.

In this battle, nearly half of the more than 800 cultivators were killed, and only more than 400 of them managed to escape to the other side, which was no less than losing 5,000 elite soldiers for the little prince!

On Qiu Ze's side, more than 500 Life-devouring Sect disciples lost more than 100 people, and half of the rest were wounded, if it weren't for the necromantic cavalry beating the cultivators with a stick, the casualties would have been even greater, and the disciples of the Huangjue Temple who finally killed in also killed more than 30 people.

Ye Feixu sighed after counting the number of people, and said: "It seems that we underestimated them, if it weren't for the help of the necromantic cavalry, I'm afraid this battle would be our defeat!"

Qiu Ze nodded, this is also a little different from what he originally thought, but he didn't expect that the strength of these small sects on the border is not bad.

Wu Hao brought Wang Fatzi and others to Qiu Ze, and Qiu Ze hurriedly asked, "How are you doing?"

Before Wu Hao could speak, Wang Fatzi shook his head slightly: "We have more than 400 brothers dead, and 200 people are seriously injured, not counting minor injuries...... More than a thousand Tatars were killed and wounded, and it was only by the last few heavenly soldiers that they were all killed, and at most 500 died in our hands. ”

For this number, Qiu Ze was even more surprised, because the three thousand people selected by Wu Hao were all elite, although only more than two thousand people reached the riverbank, but such casualties are enough to show that the elite cavalry of the Ming Dynasty can fight with the Tatar cavalry at most even if they have the advantage.

Wu Hao sighed and said in a deep voice: "Originally, so many brothers would not have died, but then they had too many reinforcements, and the brothers tried their best to stop them, so ......"

Qiu Ze nodded, the little prince attaches great importance to cultivators, so he naturally wants to die for reinforcements.

After a moment of silence, Qiu Ze smiled reluctantly and said, "This battle is a tragic victory! ”

The cavalry mounted their horses and walked in the direction they had come, and Akisawa took one last look at the other side of the river, flicked his sleeves, and did not look back.

The little prince looked at the people who were leaving, and the more than 1,000 Tatar cavalry who died would not make him so angry, the more than 400 cultivators who died were the reason for his anger, but he had no power to fight back, and the cultivators who helped him were greatly injured, and used cavalry to chase the cultivators, unless he was crazy.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of Tatar cavalry, the Ming cavalry gradually disappeared into the black fog.

"And so we went back. ”

Everyone moved away from the riverbank, and Hei Yuanba stopped and said goodbye to Qiu Ze.

This battle has already hurt the little prince's vitality, and he beat the little prince hard, even if the task of Hei Yuanba and the others is completed, naturally there is no reason to continue to follow Qiu Ze, after all, they have always been disciples of the Devouring Sect, not Qiu Ze's entourage.

Qiu Ze bowed his hand to everyone and said, "Everyone, go slowly, and we will meet again when I return to the Devouring Door." ”

Hei Yuanba smiled, and then led the disciples of the Devouring Sect to ride on the bone horse and run in the direction of Wraith Island.

Qiu Ze found a safe place, handed over the task of creating black fog to the disciples of the Eighteen Palaces, and immediately led the cavalry into Yingzhou City.

The black fog created by more than 20 people is naturally not as good as the black fog created by hundreds of people, and the fog is much lighter.

The little prince's vitality is greatly damaged, and he will naturally not launch a major offensive against Yingzhou in the next few days, and Yingzhou has no threat in the short term, which gives Qiu Ze the opportunity to wait for reinforcements, and wait for reinforcements to come before a decisive battle.

However, Qiu Ze was also worried that the little prince would be annoyed and angry, so the disciples of the Eighteenth Hall created a black mist, although the mist was light, it could also stop the little prince from attacking.

After returning to Yingzhou City, Wang Xun was overjoyed when he heard that Qiu Ze led 3,000 cavalry to attack the Tatar military camp at night and killed thousands of Tatar cavalry.

Of course, no one said anything about the necromantic cavalry and the cultivators, Wu Hao promised Qiu Ze to keep his mouth shut, and not many people knew about the Tatar cavalry on the other side of the river, because the fog was too big, and they couldn't see what was happening on the other side of the river.

In the next few days, as expected by Qiu Ze, the little prince did not move, and seemed to have settled in Wulizhai, and he was about to build a palace in Wulizhai.

A large number of reinforcements poured into Yingzhou City, and within a few days, the total number of soldiers and horses in Yingzhou City exceeded 50,000, which made the soldiers and civilians in the city feel a lot more at ease.

After two more days, the black fog that had shrouded Yingzhou for dozens of days finally disappeared, and everyone understood that it was time for a decisive battle!

Qiu Ze asked all the disciples of the Eighteen Halls to return to Yingzhou City and returned the military power to Wang Xun.

In the early morning of the second day after the black fog disappeared, a soldier standing on the city wall changed his face and beat the war drums.

The cavalrymen mounted their horses, walked out of the city gates, and walked towards their opponents, with Wang Xun and Wu Hao riding in the front, boosting the morale of the soldiers.

In these few days, more than 200 disciples of Huangjue Temple came, Qiu Ze divided a hundred people disguised as Ming Dynasty cavalry and distributed around Wu Hao and Wang Xun, and the rest of the people stood still on the city wall with Qiu Ze.

Only when the cultivators on the little prince's side appeared, would Qiu Ze let these Huangjue Temple disciples attack.

As time passed, the people standing on the city wall saw a magnificent scene.

I saw more than 50,000 Tatar cavalry rushing from a distance, raising up the yellow sand in the sky! Their eyes unabashedly revealed this greed and desire!

Under the city of Yingzhou, the 40,000 Ming Dynasty cavalry led by Wang Xun formed one phalanx after another in an orderly manner.

"Knock knock!"

The dull sound of war drums sounded again, each drum beat let the heartstrings of the Ming cavalry, the drum seemed to beat at the bottom of their hearts, they looked at the Tatars opposite, surprisingly silent, and then took up their weapons!

Both sides have been waiting for this day for a long time, and there is no room for reconciliation, only on the battlefield can the real chapter be seen!

Wu Hao led five thousand Ming Dynasty cavalry to rush to the camp of the Tatar cavalry, and soon, thousands of Tatar cavalry rushed out, and in the early morning sun, a new round of fighting began!

There are no superfluous words, no superfluous movements, they hold weapons, and swing forward again and again, soon, the two sides gradually weakened, but there is no intention of retreating, Wang Fatzi led thousands of Ming Dynasty cavalry to join the battle, replacing Wu Hao, the Tatar cavalry also sent thousands of people again.

After several rounds of fighting like this, almost everyone on both sides fought, and by dusk, the battlefield was littered with charred dirt and corpses everywhere!

The Tatar cavalry had the advantage, but it could not rush Wang Xun's Chinese army, there were fierce men like Wu Hao on the flank, and the Tatar cavalry could not be defeated at all, and although the Ming cavalry could resist the attack of the Tatar cavalry, it was nothing more, and there was no extra force to attack the Tatar Chinese army.

The battle continued until the night, and the two sides tacitly agreed that Mingjin would withdraw his troops until all the cavalry entered the city, and Yingzhou City was closed.

Wang Xun led the generals to the city wall, and Qiu Ze hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

Soon, a soldier handed a document to Wang Xun's hand, and Qiu Ze noticed that Wang Xun's hand holding the document was trembling!

"In this battle, 3,000 people were lost and 5,000 were injured...... Wang Xun sighed, and said: "If you continue to fight like this, Yingzhou will be lost in less than two days." ”

Wu Hao hurriedly said: "What about the Tatar casualties?"

Wang Xun was silent for a moment and said, "Roughly 2,000 people were injured and 3,000 people were injured. ”

Everyone fell silent, although there were 50,000 Tatar cavalry, but Wang Xun brought out more than 40,000 people, but the casualties on both sides were so disparity!

Ye Feixu patted Wang Xun on the shoulder and said, "It's too early to say victory, the emperor will arrive in two days at most, and then it will be the real decisive battle!"

Wang Xun shook his head slightly and said: "I am the chief soldier of Datong, I know better than anyone how many troops there are in Datong, even if the emperor comes, he can't bring many people." ”

Akisawa shouted Night Flying, and then walked towards the other end of the city wall.

When he reached a quiet place, Qiu Ze looked at the Tatar camp in the distance and said, "In today's battle, have you ever seen the opponent's cultivators attack?"

Ye Feixu shook his head and said: "It's strange, it's already a decisive battle, and they haven't made a move, is it because we are afraid of it?"

Qiu Ze sneered, took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Ye Feifu.

Ye Feixu took the paper and looked at it, and read it softly: "Gongyuan faction, Huangzhou Temple, Huoyuanmen......"

"There are a total of thirteen sects that help the little prince. ”

Ye Feixu took the paper and frowned, "Is it accurate?"

"That night, I asked Bai Yu to help distinguish the sects of those cultivators, which he gave me. ”

Ye Feixu thought for a while and said, "Bai Yu has always been the protector of the Devouring Sect, he can't wait for us to fight with all the Central Plains Sects, is this piece of paper credible?"

Qiu Ze nodded and said, "Completely correct! There are also two small sects that have also joined it, and Bai Yu has not counted them. ”

"How do you know?"

"Senior Brother Zhike told me. Qiu Ze smiled at Ye Feixu and said: "Actually, I don't really believe the list that Bai Yu gave me, but Senior Brother confirmed this, these days I sent a letter to him, asking people to go to the sects on the list to squat, he replied to me that these sects did send disciples to reinforce the little prince, and the two small sects that were not on the list were slaughtered by Senior Brother like Burning Flame Valley." ”

Ye Feixu was puzzled: "So, there should be hundreds more cultivators on the little prince's side, but why haven't they made a move? Could it be that they are planning something?"

Qiu Ze looked at the night sky and said lightly: "Whatever, their old nest has been overturned by the senior brother, look at it, it won't be long before they will retreat." ”