Chapter 972

The northern camp was brightly lit, and everyone didn't want to sleep.

Dai Wang is anxiously waiting for the good news. Now he doesn't care about his beautiful wife and concubine and ignores their sad eyes.

"No news yet?"

He paced back and forth in the main tent, as if to scrape two holes in the animal skin blanket on the ground.

"Report back to Dai Wang. There is no news yet." The bodyguard replied respectfully.

Dai Wang became more and more impatient. Wu Liba's war was of great importance. If he had a good start, the pressure on Northern Xinjiang would be much less.

"What time is it now?"

After a while, Dai Wang sat back on the throne depressed. His chest beat steadily and powerfully, but he felt a little flustered.

The bodyguard said, "report back to Dai Wang. Now it's Yinzheng moment."

Yin Zhengji?

"Unexpectedly this point..." Dai Wang muttered to himself, "it will be dawn in half an hour. Why hasn't Wu Liba come back?"

The bodyguard was calm on the surface, but secretly despised the acting king.

War is nothing else. It's impossible to come back when you come back——

There must be a limit to willfulness!

If Wu Liba, who fought in blood, knew the psychological activities of the acting king, he would be angry for good or ill.

The disabled soldiers in Northern Xinjiang were forced to the water bank. Now they have no retreat and are in a desperate situation.

Wu Liba was sad, but he did not show negative emotions and still encouraged soldiers to fight to the death with the enemy.

If it is peacetime, a backwater battle may break out amazing combat power.

However, the momentum of Northern Xinjiang was frustrated one after another and fell to the bottom of the valley. Soldiers pushed me and squeezed you, scrambling to climb a boat to cross the river.

They have no order at all. They only have the idea of "running for their lives". How can they listen to Wu Liba's command and dispatching?

Don't listen to orders.

People crowded, crowded in a pile, not only did not many people escape smoothly, but caused greater casualties.

Many people climbed onto the boat. One of them was dragged down by his classmate behind him and fell into the icy water.

Seeing that it was difficult to board the ship, relying on their good water ability, they directly plopped into the water and tried to swim back to the other bank.

Wu Liba watched them collapse and fled into the water under the dumplings. He had to sigh and his eyes were sad.

"General, don't hesitate. You can board the ship and withdraw first -"

The deputy general has prepared a ship for him. As long as he crosses the water and reaches the opposite bank, Wu Liba is safe.

The war has just begun. If Wu Liba dies here or is captured, the momentum of Northern Xinjiang will be devastated.

Knowing the seriousness of the matter, Wu Liba endured the sharp pain of the wound and boarded the ship with the protection of several deputy generals.

"Captain Jiang, the archers are ready -"

Jiang LongQin looked coldly at the enemy on the river bank and said, "launch -"

The battlefield doesn't pay attention to the point, let alone the gentleman's demeanor. Once you say it, you always seize the opportunity and kill the enemy!

Jiang LongQin commanded thousands of crossbow soldiers in three rows, scattering at the river bank and water surface in turn.

The water was cold to the bone. Most soldiers in Northern Xinjiang were injured. Even if they swam to the other side, they basically had only half their lives left.

Jiang LongQin also sent them several waves of arrow rain. In an instant, bodies floated in the water, and the blood dyed the river red.

"Report -"

At Daying in Northern Xinjiang, Dai Wang finally waited for the war report.

"Speak quickly -- did general Wu Liba capture Liu's bandit leader alive?"

Dai Wang looked at the messenger's mouth with burning eyes, hoping to hear the best news from this mouth.

The messenger said with an almost weeping expression, "the general has lost -"

"Our army won a big victory. Our army won a big victory... What?" As soon as Dai Wang's smile was half raised, he stiffened. He could hardly believe what he heard. What is called "the general lost"? Who lost? Which general

Dai Wang spent a night imagining how Jiang Pengji failed miserably, how Wu Liba won, and how he should reward Wu Liba after the victory so that Wu Liba could be satisfied without shaking his rule... Unexpectedly, the messenger told himself that Wu Liba was defeated?

"How did Wu Liba lose? He fought in the north and south for so many years and lost to Liu Xiyi?"

Dai Wang roared angrily and raised his hand to beat everything he could fall.

Although he doesn't like Wu Liba and relies more on harenza, Wu Liba is the backbone of Northern Xinjiang. How can he fail?

"What about people? What about Wu Liba?"

After Daiwang roared and vented, his mood finally stabilized and roared at the messenger.

The messenger soldier said, "general Wu Liba has been rescued and is now asking the doctor to treat his injury."

Dai Wang roared, "let the old man roll over to see Gu and lose to a woman. Does he still have the face to treat his injury?"

This remark blurted out, and the bodyguards guarding the main account and the messenger soldiers were cold, raising a chill of no origin.

In any case, Wu Liba is also the humeral Minister of the king of Northern Xinjiang, helping the other party fight in the South and north to gather up the large and small tribes.

Wu Liba did not make any contribution to northern Xinjiang. The ninth prince was just acting as the king. How could he humiliate the old ministers of the two dynasties?

As time went by, the shouts of killing on the Bank of Gushui gradually disappeared.

As far as my eyes could see, countless floating corpses were floating on the water, and the blood stained the water scarlet.

Jiang LongQin ordered his soldiers to clean up the battlefield, pull those still angry people out of the corpses and send them to the wounded camp.

Jiang Pengji raised her hand to erase the blood flowing into her mouth and slowly calmed the surging killing intention and breath.

With a bang, she threw her big knife aside and was just seen by Sun Wen.

The blade is full of blood. On the back of the blade are pieces of meat and internal organs. Some of them have dried up and blackened. Other places are still fresh.

Not only that, the broadsword is short of several openings, and many places have curled edges. It is very worn, so I'm afraid it's difficult to use it again.

Although I didn't see how my lord killed the enemy with my own eyes, from the blade situation, the war must be extremely fierce.

"Scared you?"

Jiang Pengji loosened the tether of her armor, took out two handkerchiefs and wiped her face. It was full of thick plasma and visceral meat.

If Jiang Pengji's armor was not discerning, Sun Wen could not believe that the person sitting on the ground with the golden dagger in front of him was a woman. The woman was also his lord - not only the LORD was magical, but also the women's camp he had just seen.

Carrying a knife on a horse can fight, and cleaning the battlefield can cure diseases.

Probably, this is what kind of Lord has what kind of soldiers.

"Lord, this seems weak and can't help it." Sun Wen smiled bitterly.

How can he say that he is also a grandparent. He is much older than Liu she, but now he receives such consolation as coaxing children.

"It's not that you are weak. Literati are always delicate and not as rough as Wufu."

Just then, Li Yun came.

"Hurt your hand?"

Jiang Pengji saw at a glance that Li Peng had a wound on her left arm. It was estimated that it was not shallow.

Li Yun doesn't care about the tunnel, "the injury is in his left arm, which doesn't affect him."