The Northern Borderline army was defeated and fled. Fu Wang rested for a while and chased them to the Maynu tribe on the bank of the Yi River.
Because he was worried that the enemy would counterattack and ambush, Fu Wang decisively retreated after a while and collected many spoils of war along the way.
The Northern Borderline army panicked and did not know where to run. Men and horses crowded and trampled over each other. Almost all the way to escape was dead and corpses were everywhere.
In the chaos, the Acting King was accidentally shot in the shoulder by a stray arrow. The pain made his face pale and he cried out in pain.
"Acting King, we are safe now. The pursuers did not catch up …"
Haruncha seemed to have aged a lot. The life and death escape was too exciting. He was covered in dirt and looked very embarrassed.
"They did not, did not catch up?" The Acting King looked at Haruncha with a pale face. His heart was beating like a drum and his heart was beating like a storm. Hearing Haruncha's words, the pressure of death that followed him like a shadow was slightly reduced. "Send someone to investigate. Did they really not catch up?"
He was afraid of Jiang Pengji's tricks. He was afraid that the moment he let his guard down, the enemy would appear out of nowhere.
Haruncha said, "Your subject obeys."
As soon as he retreated, there was a mournful cry from the sky. When he looked up, he saw a few vigorous eagles fighting in the sky.
"Ah … Thief Liu has caught up again?"
The eagle's cry was loud and sharp, piercing through the eardrums.
The Acting King's nerves were already tense. When he heard the sound, he almost jumped out of the carriage.
Haruncha said, "Reporting to the Acting King, a few eagles flew over our heads just now …"
When the Acting King heard this, he recalled his embarrassing performance and suddenly felt embarrassed.
He waved his hand tiredly and sent Haruncha away.
He really did not want to see Haruncha's face for some time.
Who let Haruncha witness his most embarrassing moment?
As dusk approached, the fleeing Northern Borderline soldiers gradually returned to the troops.
After sending someone to count the number of people, everyone felt a chill in their hearts. Haruncha even sighed deeply. His eyebrows were full of sorrow and exhaustion.
The Northern Borderline army claimed to have 500,000 soldiers, but in fact, there were only 180,000. 100,000 elites and 80,000 militiamen who were temporarily recruited.
Deducting the 10,000 people that Wu Liba lost in the night attack, there were 170,000 left in the camp.
After counting, there were less than 60,000 soldiers left. The rest of the soldiers were either dead or captured.
"The heavens want our Beijiang to perish …"
Wu Liba had risked his life to escape. When he learned of the outcome, he cried until his eyes were brimming with tears.
"General, General — you must not say these words again. If the Acting King hears of it, it will not be good for you."
The guards who were escorting Wu Liba held him up to prevent him from fainting from the impact.
Wu Liba's wounds had ruptured, and his complexion was ashen and lifeless.
He swallowed the anger and sorrow in his heart, his fingers trembling as he held the broadsword tightly.
"You're right, I can't fall yet …"
A fierce look flashed across Wu Liba's eyes. He asked the soldier, "Where are we now?"
The other party said, "The Maynu tribe."
"Maynu tribe?" Wu Liba's lips trembled as he said, "So it's here …"
There were many large rivers in the Northern Borderline, but there were only so many places with lush pasture.
Often, only the most powerful tribes could occupy the places with the most lush pasture and the cleanest water flow.
The Maynu tribe occupied the most extensive pasture on the banks of the Yishui River. It was ranked highly in the Northern Borderline.
The most important thing was that the Maynu tribe was the mother tribe of the third and fifth princes!
Wu Liba was the third prince's teacher!
Instead of continuing to let the Acting King drag the Northern Borderline to hell, it was better to take the opportunity to launch a coup with his disciple and get rid of the Acting King.
This audacious thought lingered in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.
They fought on an empty stomach and fled for their lives for a day. The Northern Borderline army also lost a large amount of military supplies.
At this moment, they were hungry, tired, and cold along with their horses.
In stark contrast to them, Jiang Pengji set up a bonfire. She roasted the fire, ate the meat, and sang and danced.
The Northern Borderline fled in all directions. Jiang Pengji kindly accepted all their logistical supplies.
The war horses that were in good condition were captured. Those that were crippled or severely injured were slaughtered and roasted.
The entire campsite was red and filled with a lively atmosphere.
The soldiers outside rejoiced and danced. A moderate sized celebration feast was also held in the main tent of the central army.
Speaking of the celebration feast, everyone was both happy and upset.
For a foodie like Yang Si, who only cared about eating and nothing else, this kind of celebration feast couldn't be better. But for normal people, it was a little uncomfortable.
Although it was good to have their own entertainment to liven things up and bring everyone closer, it was always like this …
Who the hell liked to see a bunch of grown men twisting their waists and shaking their butts?
Unexpectedly, their lord had chosen a dancer to liven things up for the first time today.
Dancers, dear!
"Is what the lord said true?"
Feng Zhen was the first to brighten up. His entire face lit up.
Don't think that he was too frivolous. It was obvious that he was the only one present who was suitable to ask this question.
Liyun had already jumped into the grave of marriage. His wife was the little sister Shangguan Wan, who was protected by the lord. Would he dare to be interested in a dancer?
Qiguan Rang was also a married man. He was introverted on the inside. Even if his eyes really wanted to see a dancer, he would still maintain a gentlemanly appearance.
Sun Wen couldn't say much. He was a grandfather. He had to set a good example for his grandson. He wasn't passionate about women.
As for Wei Ci …
Yes, he had unspeakable feelings for the lord. Feng Zhen knew very well that this fellow wouldn't jump out.
Fu Wang seemed to have deep feelings for Lady Hui. As a man who had been a vegetarian for many years, it was probably not suitable for him to intervene in such a topic.
As for Jiang Xiaowei …
She was a woman. No matter how good a dancer's figure was, she didn't feel anything.
Among everyone present, only Feng Zhen had the "right" to speak.
Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "A gentleman keeps his word. He keeps his word. The group of people from the Northern Borderline fled too quickly. Not only did they lose a lot of supplies, but they also lost a lot of 'burdens'. When our army searched the Northern Borderline's camp, we found dozens of exotic dancers. Of course, apart from the dancers, there were also a few who claimed to be the concubines of the acting king of the Northern Borderline. They can also sing and dance. It wasn't easy for us to win the war. We should reward them well. I simply ordered them to write songs and songs to let everyone relax … "
Everyone watched indifferently.
Feng Zhen was wrong.
Apart from him, his lord was also very interested in the dancers.
"Extremely beautiful. I heard that the women of the Northern Borderline are good at singing and dancing. The dancers who have been meticulously trained are even more charming …"
Feng Zhen was so happy that he almost grinned to the back of his ears.
These dancers were originally carefully raised by the acting king. Now, Jiang Pengji and the others had taken advantage of them.
A burst of exotic music sounded. More than ten extremely sexy dancers with revealing clothes stepped in from outside the tent. Each of them was like a nimble fish. They passed through the gaps in the tent as if they had no bones. Their bare feet stepped on the soft animal skin cushions.
The facial features of the people from the Northern Borderline were more defined and deep. They carried the passion and boldness that was rare for Han girls. They were like a raging flame.
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