1013: War in Northern Xinjiang (49)

After several battles in succession, the northern Xinjiang cavalry had lost seven or eighty-eight.

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

abandon them?

Beijiang can't afford this loss!

The third prince understood very well that if he gave up the cavalry now, even if he could gain a chance to breathe, it would be nothing more than lingering on his last breath.

"Can you still take care of this now?" The eldest prince almost fainted from anger, his heart was so anxious, "If you don't withdraw, you want to die?"

The third prince went cold all over, as if he was stunned by the elder prince's words.

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

Hide in the royal city?

In the eyes of the enemy, their royal city is probably like paper, right?

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

The three ethnic groups in Northern Xinjiang are nomadic people who like to live by water, have no fixed place, and are extremely mobile, so their houses are tents, which are easy to disassemble and move. In this case, the city walls are of little use to them, so there are very few cities in northern Xinjiang.

The so-called royal city was specially built in imitation of the capital city of the Central Plains in order to show the specialness of the imperial court in northern Xinjiang.

To put it bluntly, it's just a tofu project.

The third prince wept bitterly in his heart, and complained, "How many siege battles have the willow thieves fought? Can a mere royal city really stop them?"

In any case, they can't give up charging the cavalry ahead.

Snapped--

There was a loud slap, and a slap print appeared on the sixth prince's face. After a few breaths, half of his face was swollen.

"Increase other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige. Are you an undercover agent sent by the willow thief! If you ask for death, Gu can give you death." The sixth prince withdrew his hand and said in a dark tone, "Gu is the acting king, and everything is done alone. It’s up to you! Now—withdraw troops—”

The third prince looked at his brother in disbelief, his eyes filled with astonishment and disappointment.

The sixth prince issued an order to withdraw troops.

Not long after, there was a knocking sound.

Hear the sound of drums and advance, and hear the sound of gold and retreat.

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

After all, he ordered the left and right wings to change their actions, and then dispatched another 20,000 troops from the Chinese army to cooperate in cutting off the retreat of the northern Xinjiang cavalry.

The remaining soldiers and horses followed him in pursuit of the remnants of northern Xinjiang, chasing and fighting all the way, eating up the enemy soldiers who fell behind little by little, and chasing them to the bottom of the king's city.

There was a bloody battle, and it didn't stop until 10 minutes after sunset.

The orange-red sunset reflected the earth, creating a desolate look.

The royal city stands tall on the horizon, but the city wall cannot bring the slightest sense of security to northern Xinjiang.

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

"Happy—I really enjoyed killing today—"

Fu Wang's armor was soaked with blood, and the joints of the armor were still stained with flesh, like a ghost crawling out of a sea of ​​blood.

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

With such a rough behavior, no one thought he did a bad job, but wondered who the owner of the two heads was.

However, there are always exceptions——

Jiang Nongqin frowned secretly, "General Fu brought these two heads here, but you want to present them to the lord?"

A little closer to Fu Wang, the soaring bloody smell almost suffocates people.

Commanding the three armies and beheading two generals of the enemy, Fu Wang's ability should not be underestimated.

The smile on Fu Wang's face froze for a moment, seeing that the speaker was Jiang Nongqin, he couldn't help but choke back.

There are no women in the military camp, anyone can underestimate them.

Fu Wang didn't have much contact with Jiang Nongqin, but he also knew that he was not easy to mess with.

Among other things, the women's battalion is in charge of the entire wounded barracks, and maybe one day his life is hanging by a thread, and he is counting on others to help him.

"Jiang Xiaowei said this, what kind of character is the lord, how can he drink blood like a barbarian like a barbarian?"

Jiang Nongqin said coldly, "Since that's the case, the general should find a box to keep it in, so as not to disturb the lord.

"

Fu Wang: "..."

Li Yun heard the conversation between the two and saw Jiang Nongqin had left, so he said, "She cares about my lord very much, so don't worry about it, General."

Fu Wang glanced at Li Yun resentfully, seeing him inexplicably.

"I understand—is the lord the most important—"

In just a few words, the sour smell can make people sour.

Fu Wang wasn't angry with Jiang Nongqin, he just fell in love with the scene——

Huijun's family letters are always for the lord, most of which are to report safety or say hello, and occasionally share the growth of twins, Fu Wang even saw the ink footprints of two babies on the family letter, three or five letters will Mention his name—

Envious and envious——

Dare not hate.

Huijun is like this, Jiang Nongqin is like this, and other female soldiers in the women's battalion also worship the lord as a god——

"Tsk - it's useless to like it - give up, who made the lord be a woman -"

Fu Wang muttered in a low voice, calling for two boxes to be prepared for him to put the heads of the enemy generals.

For generals, the enemy's head is not just a head, but also merit and glory.

The value of these two heads can at least exchange Huijun's daughter for a lifetime of rouge and gouache!

Capturing the head of a general is nothing, the biggest gain of this battle is the complete annihilation of the remaining cavalry in northern Xinjiang and the capture of a large number of horses.

Intact horses were raised as trophies, severely wounded and disabled were kept as food reserves, and enemy horses that had been killed in battle were used as food. To be honest, the living conditions of the soldiers are extremely difficult. They have been attacking northern Xinjiang for more than half a year, and they can hardly eat meat.

Fighting a war is tiring, and the heavy aftermath work is even more tiring than fighting a war.

For example, to clean up the battlefield, the lost arrows must be recovered; most of the swords, guns, swords and halberds lost on the battlefield can be recycled; the clothes and armor on the enemy's corpse can be reused after sewing; there is still no time for the enemy camp The luggage and belongings taken away...

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

Half of the soldiers died not on the battlefield but because they could not receive timely medical treatment after the war.

Jiang Pengji closed the live broadcast room, planning to take a shower in the main tent to clean off the blood on her body.

Everyone was too busy, and clean hot water was still needed for wounded soldiers, so Jiang Pengji didn't bother others, and directly exchanged a large basin of clean water from the system mall for a simple wash. When she jumped into the bathtub wearing the innermost shirt, the basin, which was originally clear and visible, was instantly stained red.

After changing several basins of water in a row, I barely washed it clean.

Although the lingering smell of blood still lingered around him, it was much better than before.

"My lord, Wei Ci asks to see you."

Jiang Pengji said, "Zi Xiao, come in."

The tent was lifted, and Wei Ci came in carrying a heavy food box.

Bypassing the simple screen, Jiang Pengji was wearing a turquoise gown, the ties were loosely knotted, her wet long black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, her face had the characteristic natural blush after bathing, and her jet-black starry eyes were shining brightly, which made her feel ashamed. People dare not look directly for fear of blasphemy.

"Ci thought that the lord hadn't eaten yet, so he specially asked for a portion from the cook—"