After several battles, most of the Northern Borderline cavalry had been lost.
If they withdrew their main force, what would happen to the cavalry still fighting on the front line?
Abandon them?
The Northern Borderline could not afford this loss!
The Third Prince knew very well that if they gave up the cavalry now, they would only be struggling at death's door.
"You still have time to care about that?" The First Prince was so angry that he almost fainted. "Do you want to die if you don't withdraw now?"
The Third Prince shuddered, seemingly stunned by the First Prince's words.
After a while, he said dryly, "Without the cavalry, how can we stop Liu Luo?"
Hide in King City?
Their King City was probably no different from a piece of paper in the eyes of the enemy, right?
The people of the Central Plains made a living by farming. Their living environment was relatively fixed, so they would build high cities and thick walls to block outside attacks.
The three tribes of the Northern Borderline were nomadic and liked to live by the water. They had no fixed residence and were very mobile, so their houses were all tents that were easy to dismantle and move. Under such circumstances, the city walls were not very useful to them, so there were very few cities in the Northern Borderline.
The so-called King City was built to show the uniqueness of the Northern Borderline's Imperial Court. It was specially built to imitate the capital of the Central Plains.
To put it bluntly, it was just a shoddy construction.
The Third Prince wept in his heart and complained, "Liu Luo has fought many sieges. Can a mere King City really stop them? "
No matter what, they could not give up on the cavalry at the front.
Slap —
A loud slap sounded, and a palm print appeared on the Third Prince's face. After a few breaths, half of his face swelled up.
"Boost the morale of others and diminish our own. Are you a spy sent by Liu Luo? If you want to die, I can grant you death. "The Sixth Prince retracted his hand and said sinisterly," I am the acting king. I have the final say in everything! Now — withdraw — "
The Third Prince looked at his brother in disbelief, his eyes full of shock and disappointment.
The Sixth Prince gave the order to withdraw.
Not long after, there was a knock on the door.
They advanced at the sound of drums and retreated at the sound of metal.
Fu Wang heard the movement and revealed a somewhat bloodstained smile. "You want to withdraw now? It's too late! "
After saying that, he ordered the left and right wings to change their movements and sent another 20,000 soldiers from the middle army to cut off the Northern Borderline Cavalry's retreat.
The rest of the troops followed him to chase after the remnants of the Northern Borderline. They chased and fought along the way, eating up the enemy soldiers that were left behind bit by bit, chasing them all the way to the foot of the city.
The bloody battle lasted until sunset before it gradually stopped.
The orange-red setting sun shone on the earth, dyeing it with a desolate color.
Monarch City stood on the horizon, but the city walls could not bring the slightest sense of security to the Northern Kingdom.
The North borderline suffered heavy losses, while Jiang Pengji returned victorious.
"That was fun! Today's killing was really fun!"
Fu Wang's armor was drenched in blood, and the joints of his armor were stained with bits of flesh. He looked like a ferocious ghost that had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The most eye-catching thing was that he was holding two helmeted heads in his hands.
No one felt that he had done a bad job at such a rude behavior. Instead, they were curious about the owner of the two heads.
However, there was always an exception.
Jiang Nongqin secretly frowned. "General Fu, are you bringing these two heads here to offer them to my lord as a side dish?"
When they got slightly closer to Fu Wang, the soaring smell of blood almost suffocated them.
Fu Wang's ability to command the three armies and kill two of the enemy's generals was not to be underestimated.
The smile on Fu Wang's face froze for a moment. Seeing that the person who spoke was Jiang Nongqin, he could not retort.
There were no women in the military camp. No one could be underestimated.
Fu Wang did not have much contact with Jiang Nongqin, but he knew that she was not to be trifled with.
Not to mention anything else, the female camp was in charge of the entire casualty camp. Perhaps one day, his life would be on the line and he could count on her to save him.
"Officer Jiang, what kind of person is the lord? How could she eat raw meat and drink blood like the barbarians?"
Jiang Nongqin said coldly, "If that's the case, the general should find a box to put it in, so as not to disturb the lord."
Fu Wang was speechless.
Li Yun heard the conversation between the two. Seeing that Jiang Nongqin had left, he said, "She cares a lot about the lord. General, don't take it to heart."
Fu Wang glanced at Li Yun with a hidden bitterness in his eyes, making him feel baffled.
"I understand. Is the lord the most important?"
It was just a few words, but the sourness was enough to make a person fall down.
Fu Wang was not angry at Jiang Nongqin, he was just touched by the scene.
Huijun's letters were always addressed to the lord. Most of them were to report that she was safe or to send her regards. Occasionally, she would also share the growth of the twins. Fu Wang even saw that there were two children's ink footprints on the letters. She would only mention his name in three to five letters.
He was jealous and envious.
He did not dare to hate.
Huijun was like this, Jiang Nongqin was the same, and the other female soldiers in the female camp also worshipped the lord like a god.
"Tsk, it's useless to like her. Just give up, the lord is a woman."
Fu Wang muttered softly. He ordered someone to prepare two boxes for him to place the enemy generals' heads.
To the general, the enemy generals' heads were not just heads, but also meritorious deeds and glory.
The value of these two heads could at least be exchanged for a lifetime of rouge and cosmetics for the precious daughter of Huijun's family!
Beheading the general's head was nothing. The biggest gain from this battle was the annihilation of the remaining cavalry of the North borderline and the capture of a large number of warhorses.
The undamaged warhorses were kept as spoils of war, the seriously injured and disabled ones were kept as reserve rations, and the enemy's warhorses that had died in battle were used as food. To be honest, the living conditions of the generals and soldiers were extremely difficult. They had attacked the North borderline for more than half a year, and they could hardly eat meat.
Fighting a war was tiring, but the heavy work of dealing with the aftermath was even more tiring.
For example, when cleaning up the battlefield, the arrows that were lost had to be retrieved. Most of the swords, spears, swords, and halberds that were lost on the battlefield could be recycled and reused. The clothes and armor on the enemy's corpses could also be reused by sewing and mending them. There were also the heavy goods that the enemy camp did not have time to take away …
In addition to these tasks, rescuing the wounded soldiers was an even more urgent matter.
Half of the soldiers did not die on the battlefield, but because they did not receive timely treatment after the battle.
Jiang Pengji turned off the streaming room and planned to take a bath in the main tent to clean up the blood on her body.
Everyone was too busy. Clean hot water was needed for the wounded soldiers, so Jiang Pengji did not bother others. She directly exchanged a large basin of water from the System store and washed up. When she jumped into the bathtub wearing the innermost inner garment, the basin that was originally so clear that the bottom could be seen was instantly dyed red.
After changing a few basins of water in a row, she was barely able to wash herself clean.
Although the smell of blood still lingered around her body that could not be dispelled, it was much better than before.
"My lord, Wei Ci requests to see you."
Jiang Pengji said, "Zixiao, come in."
The curtain of the tent was lifted, and Wei Ci came in carrying a heavy food box.
He walked around the simple screen and saw Jiang Pengji in a pine green gown. The belt was loosely tied, and her long wet black hair was casually draped over her shoulders. Her face had a natural blush that was unique after a bath. Her dark eyes were bright and full of spirit. No one dared to look at her directly for fear of profaning her.
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