Chapter 977

When the northern Xinjiang army was defeated and fled, Fuwang took a break, led the troops to chase them, and drove them to the maynu tribe on the Bank of the river like a chicken.

Fearing that the other side would counterattack and ambush, Fuwang resolutely withdrew back after chasing for a while and gathered a lot of booty along the road.

The army in Northern Xinjiang was in a panic. The people and horses were crowded and trampled on each other. They almost escaped and died all the way, with corpses everywhere.

In the chaos of the army, Dai Wang was accidentally shot in the shoulder by a streamer, which made his face white and howled in pain.

"Dai Wang - it's safe now, and the pursuers didn't catch up -"

Harenza seemed to be a lot older. The life and death escape was so exciting that he was disheartened and embarrassed.

"Didn't, didn't catch up?" The king looked at harenza with a pale face. His chest beat like a drum and danced wildly in the rain and wind. When he heard harenza's words, the accompanying death oppression was slightly reduced. "Send someone to check, really didn't chase?"

He was frightened by Jiang Pengji's insincere means, for fear that the enemy would appear in another corner as soon as he relaxed his vigilance.

Harenza said, "I take orders."

As soon as he stepped down, a shrill cry came from the sky. As soon as he looked up, several vigorous Eagles fought in the sky.

"Ah - the willow thief is coming again?"

The eagle's chirp was loud and sharp, penetrating the eardrum hard.

Dai Wang was nervous. When he heard the sound, he almost jumped out of the car.

Harenza said, "report back to Dai Wang. Just now several eagles have skipped over his head..."

As soon as Dai Wang heard this, he recalled his shameful performance just now and couldn't hang his face.

He waved wearily and sent harenza away.

Recently, he really doesn't want to see harenza's face——

Who let the other party witness his most humiliating embarrassment?

Towards dusk, the fleeing soldiers of Northern Xinjiang returned one after another.

After sending people to count the number of people, the hearts of the people were cold, and harenza sighed, and his eyebrows were filled with sadness and fatigue.

The northern Xinjiang army, known as 500000 strong divisions, actually has only 180000, 100000 elite and 80000 temporary militia.

After deducting the 10000 people lost in the night attack by Wu Liba, there are 170000 left in the camp.

Now, after counting, the number of remaining soldiers is less than 60000, and other soldiers are either dead or captured.

"Heaven is going to kill my northern Xinjiang -"

Wu Liba tried his best to escape. When he learned the result, he cried with tears in his eyes.

"General - you must not say that again - if it is spread to the ears of the king, it will be bad for you."

The escort who escorted Wu Liba to escape supported him to prevent Wu Liba from fainting.

Wu Liba's wound cracked, and his complexion was a bit of lifeless gray.

He swallowed his anger and sadness, his fingers trembling and clenched his big knife.

"You're right. I can't fall yet -"

Wu Liba's eyes flashed a little fierce and asked the soldiers, "where are we now?"

The other side said, "maynu tribe."

"Maynu tribe?" Wu Li pulled out his lip flap and said with trembling, "it's here -"

There are many big rivers in Northern Xinjiang, but there are so many places with abundant pasture.

Often only powerful tribes can occupy the places with the most abundant grass and the cleanest water flow.

The mayinu tribe occupies the broadest pastures along the river bank, and ranks No. 1 in Northern Xinjiang.

Most importantly, the mayinu tribe is the mother tribe of the three princes and the five princes!

Wu Liba is the mentor of the three princes!

Rather than continue to let the acting King drag the northern border to hell, it's better to take the opportunity to launch a coup with his disciples and remove the acting king.

This audacious idea hovered in my mind and couldn't go away.

One day, the army in Northern Xinjiang lost a lot of supplies and baggage.

At the moment, they are hungry, tired and cold, with people and horses.

In sharp contrast to them, Jiang Pengji set up a bonfire, roasted meat, sang and danced.

Northern Xinjiang fled in disorder, and Jiang Pengji accepted all their logistics.

If the intact war horse is caught and lame or seriously injured, it will be directly slaughtered for barbecue.

The whole camp is red and full of lively atmosphere.

The soldiers outside were jubilant, and the master of the Chinese army also held a celebration banquet.

Speaking of the celebration banquet, people are both happy and uncomfortable.

For Yang Si's kind of food, just eat whatever else. This kind of celebration banquet can't be better, but it's a little uncomfortable for normal people.

Although it's good to bring their own entertainment programs to help people get closer, it's always the same——

Who likes to watch a group of old men twist their waist and throw their hips?

Unexpectedly, for the first time today, the Lord of their family chose a dancer to help——

Dancer, kiss!

"Lord, are you serious?"

Feng Zhen was the first to light up his eyes, and the whole face came alive.

Don't think he's too loud. It's clear that he's the only one present who is suitable to ask this question.

Li Yun has jumped into the grave of marriage. His wife is still Shangguan Wan, the little sister protected by the Lord. Does he dare to be interested in the dancer?

Qi guanrang is also a married family. He is sultry and introverted. Even if his eyes really want to see the dancer, he will keep a gentleman's appearance.

It's hard for Sun Wen to say that he is a grandfather and wants to set a good example for his grandson. Women are not enthusiastic.

Weici——

Well, he has unspeakable thoughts about the Lord. Feng Zhen knows that the boy will not jump out.

Fu Wang seems to have a deep love for lady Hui. An old man has been a vegetarian for many years. It is estimated that he is not suitable to intervene in such topics.

As for captain Jiang——

Cough, cough, it's a woman. No matter how good the dancer is, she doesn't feel it.

On counting, only Feng Zhen had the "right to speak".

Jiang Pengji smiled, "A gentleman's words are irresistible, and they do what they say. Those people in Northern Xinjiang fled too fast. They not only lost a lot of luggage, but also lost a lot of" burdens ". When our army searched the camp in Northern Xinjiang, we found dozens of exotic dancers. Of course, in addition to the dancers, there were several Ji concubines who claimed to be the acting king of Northern Xinjiang, and they were also good at singing and dancing - they finally won You should always be rewarded for the war. I simply ordered them to compile songs and dances to make everyone relaxed -- "

The crowd watched indifferently.

Feng is really wrong.

In addition to him, their Lord was also very interested in the little sister of the dancer.

"Beautiful and beautiful -- I heard that women in Northern Xinjiang are good at singing and dancing, and the carefully trained dancers are even more outstanding -"

Feng was so happy that he almost didn't put the corners of his mouth behind his ears.

These dancing girls were carefully raised on behalf of Wang, but now they are cheaper, Jiang Pengji and others.

A burst of exotic music sounded, and more than a dozen sexy dancers stepped in from outside the tent. One by one, like smart fish, they passed through the gap of the tent without bones, and their bare feet stepped on the soft animal skin cushion.

The facial features of different ethnic groups in Northern Xinjiang are three-dimensional and profound. With the rare enthusiasm and boldness of Han daughters, they look like a burning flame.

Feng Zhen had no choice but to watch her mouth and her eyes were straight.