Nine Hundred and Seventy-Seven: War in Northern Xinjiang (14)

The lights in the Beijiang camp were brightly lit, and everyone had no intention of sleeping.

Dai Wang was anxiously waiting for the good news to come, and now he was in no mood to pay attention to his beautiful wives and concubines, ignoring their resentful eyes.

"No news yet?"

He paced back and forth in the main tent, as if he wanted to rub two holes out of the animal skin blanket on the floor.

"Reporting to Dai Wang, there is no news yet." The guard replied respectfully.

Dai Wang became more and more impatient. Wu Liba's battle had a lot to do with it. If there was a good start, the pressure on northern Xinjiang would be much less.

"What time is it?"

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

The guard said, "Report to Dai Wang, it's already Yin Zheng's moment."

Yinzheng moment?

"It's so late..." Dai Wang muttered to himself, "It will be dawn in half an hour, why hasn't Wu Liba come back yet?"

The guard looked calm on the surface, but secretly despised the acting king in his heart.

War is nothing else, it is impossible to say when you can come back when you come back——

There must be a limit to willfulness!

If Wu Liba, who fought bloody battles, knew the psychological activities of this acting king, he would definitely be angry.

The remnants of northern Xinjiang were forced to the water's edge, and now they have no way to retreat and are in a desperate situation.

Uliba expressed sorrow, but he did not show negative emotions, and still encouraged the soldiers to fight the enemy to the death.

If it is normal, a last stand might be able to erupt astonishing combat power.

However, the momentum of northern Xinjiang was frustrated one after another and fell to the bottom of the valley. The soldiers pushed each other and squeezed each other, scrambling to climb onto the boats and cross the river.

They have no order,

Only the idea of ​​"escape for life" is in his mind, how can he listen to Jinwu Liba's command and dispatch?

Disobedience to orders, disobedience to orders.

Crowded and crowded together, not only did not many people escape smoothly, but it caused greater casualties.

Many people climbed onto the boat, but one was accidentally dragged off by the fellow behind him, and fell into the icy cold water.

Seeing that it was difficult to board the boat, relying on their good water skills, they jumped into the water with a plop, trying to swim back to the other side.

Wu Liba watched them disintegrate helplessly and fled into the water like dumplings, so he could only let out a long sigh and his eyes showed sadness.

"General, don't hesitate any longer, you can board the ship and withdraw first—"

The deputy general has prepared a boat for him, as long as he crosses the Sui River and reaches the opposite bank, Wu Liba will be considered safe.

The war had just started, and if Wu Liba died here or was captured, the momentum in northern Xinjiang would be devastated.

Wu Liba knew the seriousness of the matter, endured the severe pain of the wound, and boarded the ship under the protection of several lieutenants.

"Lieutenant Jiang, the archers are ready—"

Jiang Nongqin looked coldly at the enemy on the river bank, and said, "Launch—"

The battlefield does not pay attention to the point and stop, let alone the gentleman's demeanor, it has always seized the opportunity to kill the enemy!

Jiang Nongqin commanded thousands of crossbowmen to line up in three rows and scatter towards the river bank and water surface in turn.

The Xishui was already icy cold, and most of the Northern Xinjiang soldiers were wounded. Even if they swam across to the other side, they would probably only have half their lives left.

Jiang Nongqin also sent them several waves of arrow rain. In an instant, corpses floated up in the water, and the blood stained the river surface red.

"Report--"

In the northern camp, Dai Wang finally got the battle report he had been thinking about.

"Tell me quickly—did General Wu Liba capture the bandit leader of the Liu Clan alive?"

Dai Wang looked at the mouth of the messenger soldier with burning eyes, hoping to hear the most desired good news from these mouths.

The messenger soldier said with an almost crying expression, "The general is defeated—"

"Our army won a big victory, our army won a big victory... what?" The smile on the corner of Dai Wang's mouth froze as soon as it was halfway up. He could hardly believe what he heard. What is "the general is defeated" ? Who lost? which general...

Dai Wang spent a night imagining how Jiang Pengji would lose so badly, how Wu Liba would win, and how he would reward Wu Liba after the victory so that he could satisfy Wu Liba and not shake his own rule... He never expected that the messenger soldier would tell him , Wu Liba was defeated?

"How could Wu Liba be defeated? He has fought in the north and south for so many years, and lost to a woman named Liu Xi?"

Dai Wang roared angrily, raised his hand and beat everything that could be broken.

Although he didn't like Uliba and relied more on Haruncha, but Uliba was the backbone of Northern Xinjiang, how could he lose?

"What about people? What about Ulibah people?"

After Dai Wang Yitong roared and vented, his mood finally stabilized, and he yelled at the messenger soldier.

Chuanxin Bing said, "General Wu Liba has been rescued and is now being treated by the doctor."

King Dai roared angrily, "Let that old man roll over to see Gu, lose to a woman, and he still has the face to heal his injuries?"

With these words blurted out, the bodyguards guarding the main tent and the messenger soldiers felt a chill in their hearts, a chill that never came.

In any case, Wu Liba is also the minister of the humerus of the king of northern Xinjiang, helping the opponent to conquer the big and small tribes.

Wu Liba has done nothing but hard work to Northern Xinjiang. The Nine Princes are only acting kings. How could they humiliate the veterans of the two dynasties?

As time went by, the killing cries on the banks of the Sui River faded away.

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

Jiang Nongqin commanded the soldiers to clean up the battlefield, pulled those who were still alive from the pile of corpses, and sent them to the wounded barracks.

Jiang Pengji raised her hand to wipe away the blood that flowed into her mouth, and slowly calmed down the surging killing intent and breathing.

With a bang, she threw the big knife aside, just in time to be seen by Sun Wen who stepped forward.

The blade was covered in blood, and the back of the blade was covered with pieces of broken meat and viscera, some of which had dried up and turned black, while others were still fresh.

Not only that, the big knife is missing several gaps, and many parts of the blade are curled, and the wear and tear is extremely great, so it may be difficult to use it again.

Although I didn't see how my lord killed the enemy with my own eyes, judging from the condition of the blade, the battle must be extremely fierce.

"scared you?"

Jiang Pengji loosened the tether of the armor, took out two handkerchiefs and wiped her face, it was full of thick blood plasma and internal organs.

If it wasn't for Jiang Pengji's recognizable armor, Sun Wen really couldn't believe that the person sitting on the ground with a big horse and golden knife in front of him was actually a woman, and this woman was also his lord—not only was the lord amazing, he just saw it. The women's camp is also amazing.

You can fight with a knife and mount a horse, and you can be a doctor when you clean up the battlefield.

Probably, this is what kind of hero there is what kind of soldier.

"My lord's words seem to be too weak." Sun Wen smiled wryly.

After all, he is also from the grandpa's generation, much older than Liu She, but now he receives such condolences like coaxing a child.

"It's not that you are weak, literati are always more delicate, not as rough as martial arts."

While talking, Li Yun came.

"You hurt your hand?"

Jiang Pengji saw at a glance that Li Yun had a wound on his left arm, probably not too deep.

Li Yun said indifferently, "The injury is on the left arm, it doesn't affect it."