Chapter 1008

In successive wars, the cavalry in Northern Xinjiang have lost 7788.

If their main force withdraws, what about the cavalry who are still fighting on the front line?

Abandon them?

Northern Xinjiang can't afford this loss!

The third prince knew very well that if he gave up the cavalry now, even if he could fight for a chance to breathe, he would just survive.

"Can you care about this now?" The big prince was so angry that he was so angry that he said, "if you don't withdraw, do you want to die?"

The third prince was cold all over and seemed stunned by the big prince's words.

After a while, he said dryly, "without those cavalry, what can we do to stop the Liu thief?"

Hide in the king's city?

In the eyes of the enemy, their King City is probably no different from paper, isn't it?

The people in the Central Plains make a living by farming and their living environment is relatively fixed, so they will build high cities and thick walls to prevent external damage.

The three ethnic groups in Northern Xinjiang are nomadic. They like to live by water. They have no fixed place and have strong mobility. Therefore, their houses are tents for easy disassembly and movement. In this case, the city walls are of little use to them, so there are few cities in Northern Xinjiang.

The so-called King City was specially built to imitate the capital of the Central Plains in order to show the particularity of the imperial court in Northern Xinjiang.

It's just a bean curd residue project.

The third prince wept in his heart and complained, "Liu thieves have fought less siege? Can a mere King City really stop them?"

Anyway, they can't give up the cavalry in front.

Snap——

A loud slap sounded, and a palm print appeared on the three princes' face. Half of his face swelled up after a few breaths.

"If you are an undercover sent by Liu thief, you can die if you want to die." Six the prince has the final say, "alone is the king of the generation, and everything is a solitary act!" - now - withdrawal.

The third prince looked at his brother incredulously, his eyes full of amazement and disappointment.

The sixth Prince issued a withdrawal order.

After a while, there was a knock.

We advance at the sound of drums and retreat at the sound of gold.

When Fu Wang heard the news, a bloody smile appeared on his face, "now you want to withdraw? It's too late!"

After that, he ordered the left and right wings to change their actions and sent another 20000 Chinese troops to cooperate in cutting off the retreat of the cavalry in Northern Xinjiang.

The remaining soldiers and horses followed him to chase the remnant soldiers in Northern Xinjiang, chasing and fighting all the way, eating the fallen enemy soldiers a little bit and chasing people to the bottom of the king's city.

A bloody battle did not stop until sunset.

The orange sunset reflected the earth and dyed a desolate color.

The King City stands on the horizon, but the city wall can not bring the slightest sense of security to northern Xinjiang.

Northern Xinjiang suffered heavy losses, and Jiang Pengji returned home with a great victory.

"Happy -- it was a great day to kill --"

Fuwang's armor was wet with blood, and the joints of the armor were still stained with meat foam, just like a fierce ghost crawling out of a sea of blood.

Remarkably, he also carried two helmeted heads in his hands.

No one thought he was doing a bad job with such a rude behavior. Instead, he wondered who owned the two heads.

However, there are always exceptions——

Jiang nongqin frowned secretly. "General Fu brought these two heads, but he wanted to present the wine and food to the Lord?"

Slightly closer to Fu Wang, the bloody smell almost smoked people to the sky.

Commanding the three armies can also kill two enemy generals. The ability of Fuwang can not be underestimated.

The smile on Fu Wang's face stopped for a moment. Seeing that the speaker was Jiang nongqin, he couldn't choke back.

There are no women in the barracks. Anyone can underestimate them.

Fu Wang doesn't have much contact with Jiang nongqin, but he also knows that the other party is not easy to provoke.

Besides, the women's camp is in charge of the whole wounded camp. Maybe one day their life is on the line and they expect others to help them.

"Captain Jiang said, what kind of person is the Lord? How can he drink blood like a barbarian?"

Jiang LongQin said coldly, "in that case, the general should find a box to put it in, so as not to disturb the Lord."

Fu Wang: "

When Li Yun heard their conversation and saw Jiang nongqin gone, he said, "she cares about the Lord very much. Don't care about the general."

Fu Wang glanced at Li Yun bitterly, which made the other party inexplicable.

"I understand - is the Lord the most important -"

Just a few words, the sour smell can turn people upside down.

Fu Wang didn't play the piano with Qi Jiang, but just touched the scene——

Huijun's family letters are always for the Lord. Most of them are to say hello or peace. Occasionally, he will share the growth of the dragon and Phoenix fetus. Fuwang even sees the ink footprints of two babies on the family letter, and his name will be mentioned in three or five letters——

Jealous and envious——

Dare not hate.

Huijun is like this, Jiang nongqin is like this, and other female soldiers in the women's camp also worship the Lord as a God——

"Tut - it's useless to like it - give up, who makes the LORD a woman -"

Fu Wang whispered and asked someone to prepare two boxes for him to put the enemy's head.

For the general, the head of the enemy general is not only the head, but also merit and glory.

The value of these two heads can at least give Huijun's female treasure a lifetime of rouge powder!

It's nothing to capture the head of the general. The biggest harvest of this war is to wipe out the remaining cavalry in Northern Xinjiang and capture a large number of horses.

Intact war horses are kept in captivity as booty, those seriously injured and disabled are kept as reserve food, and the enemy war horses that have died are used as food. Seriously, the living conditions of the soldiers are extremely difficult. They have attacked Northern Xinjiang for more than half a year and can hardly eat meat.

The war is very tiring, and the heavy aftermath work is more tiring than the war.

For example, when clearing the battlefield, the lost arrows should be taken back; Most of the swords, guns, swords and halberds lost in the battlefield can be recycled; The clothes and armor on the enemy corpse can be used again if they are sewn and mended; And the baggage and property that the enemy camp didn't take away in time

In addition to these tasks, rescuing the wounded is an urgent matter.

Half of the soldiers did not die on the battlefield, but because they did not receive timely treatment after the war.

Jiang Pengji closed the live studio and planned to take a bath in the main account to clean up the blood dirt on her body.

They were too busy, and the clean hot water was close to the wounded soldiers, so Jiang Pengji didn't bother others. She directly exchanged a large basin of water from the system mall and simply washed. When she jumped into the bathtub in her innermost Chinese clothes, the bathtub that could see the bottom was instantly red.

After changing several pots of water in a row, I barely cleaned it.

Although the smell of blood still lingers around me, it is much better than before.

"Lord, Wei CI asks for an audience."

Jiang Pengji said, "Zixiao, come in."

When the tent opened, Weici came in with a heavy lunch box.

Bypassing the simple screen, Jiang Pengji was dressed in a loose green gown with loose ties. Her long wet black hair was scattered around her shoulders at will. Her face was with a unique natural blush after bathing. Her dark star eyes were bright and divine. People were afraid to look directly for fear of blasphemy.

"Thinking that the Lord hasn't eaten yet, CI specially asked for a share from the cook -"