Nine Hundred and Eighty-Two: War in Northern Xinjiang (19)

When the troops in northern Xinjiang were defeated and fled, Fu Wang took a break and led his troops in pursuit. He drove them to the Mainu tribe on the bank of the Weishui River like chickens.

Worried about the opponent's counterattack and ambushes, Fu Wang chased after a while and then decisively withdrew back, gathering a lot of spoils along the way.

The army in northern Xinjiang panicked and did not choose their way. They were crowded and trampled on each other. They almost fled and died all the way, with corpses everywhere.

Among the rebellious army, Dai Wang was accidentally shot in the shoulder by Liu Ya, the pain made him turn pale and howl in pain.

"Dai Wang—now he is safe, the pursuers did not catch up—"

Haruncha seemed to be a lot older, and the life-and-death escape was too exciting, which made him ashamed and embarrassed.

"No, didn't catch up?" Dai Wang looked at Harencha with a pale face, his chest was beating like a drum, and he was beating wildly like a torrential rain and wind. Hearing Harencha's words, the oppression of death that followed like a shadow was slightly reduced, " Send people, send people to check, really didn't chase?"

He was terrified by Jiang Pengji's deceitful means, afraid that just as he let down his vigilance, there would be traces of enemies appearing in some corner.

Harun observed, "The minister takes orders."

As soon as he stepped back, there were shrill chirping sounds from the sky, and when he raised his head, several vigorous eagles were fighting in the sky.

"Ah—the willow thief is chasing him again?"

The eagle's chirping was high-pitched and sharp, piercing the eardrums fiercely.

Dai Wang was already tense, and when he heard this voice, he almost jumped out of the cart.

Harun observed, "Reporting to the king, there were a few eagles that flew over their heads just now..."

When Dai Wang heard this, recalling his embarrassing performance just now, he couldn't hold back his face.

He waved his hand tiredly and sent Harencha away.

Recently, he really didn't want to see Harencha's face——

Who let the other party witness his most embarrassing embarrassment?

As dusk approached, the fleeing Northern Xinjiang soldiers returned one after another.

After sending someone to count the number of people, everyone felt a chill in their hearts, and Harencha let out a long sigh, with sorrow and fatigue written on his brows.

The northern Xinjiang army claims to be a 500,000-strong army, but in fact there are only 180,000, 100,000 elite, and 80,000 temporary militiamen.

After deducting the 10,000 people lost in Uliba's night attack, there were 170,000 left in the camp.

Now, after counting, the remaining soldiers are less than 60,000, and the other soldiers are either dead or captured.

"God is going to kill me in Northern Xinjiang—"

Wu Liba tried his best to escape, and when he learned of the result, he cried so much that his eyes were full of tears.

"General, general—you must never say this again—if it is passed on to the generation king by someone with a heart, it will be bad for you."

The guard who escorted Uliba to escape supported him, lest Uliba faint from the blow.

Wu Liba's wound was cracked, and his complexion was somewhat lifeless gray.

He swallowed the anger and sadness in his heart, and his fingers trembled as he clenched his sword tightly.

"You're right, the old man can't fall—"

A stern look flashed in Wu Liba's eyes, and he asked the soldiers, "Where are we now?"

The other party said, "Mainu tribe."

"Mainu tribe?" Wu Liba's lips fluttered and said tremblingly, "So it's here——"

There are many big rivers in northern Xinjiang, but there are only so many places with lush pastures.

Often only the powerful tribes can occupy the places with the most luxuriant grass and the cleanest water.

The Mainu tribe occupies the most extensive pasture on the banks of the Suishui River, and it is also ranked first in the northern border.

Most importantly, the Mainu tribe is the mother tribe of the third and fifth princes!

Wu Liba is the mentor of the third prince!

Instead of continuing to let this Dai Wang drag Beijiang to hell, it is better to take the opportunity to launch a coup with his apprentices and kill the Dai Wang.

This daring thought hovered in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

Fighting hungry and fleeing for their lives for a day, the northern Xinjiang army also lost a lot of military supplies.

Right now, they were hungry, tired and cold, both men and horses.

In stark contrast to them, Jiang Pengji set up a bonfire, roasted and ate meat, and sang and danced.

Northern Xinjiang fled in all directions, and Jiang Pengji took all their logistical supplies with a smile.

The intact war horses were caught, and the lame or seriously injured ones were directly slaughtered and eaten as barbecue.

The entire camp was bright red, filled with a lively atmosphere.

The soldiers outside rejoiced, and the main account of the Chinese army also held a small celebration banquet.

Speaking of the celebration banquet, everyone was both happy and sad.

For a foodie like Yang Si, just eat and ignore other things, this kind of celebration banquet is perfect, but it is a bit uncomfortable for normal people.

Although it's good to bring your own entertainment program to add to the fun and bring everyone closer, but it's like this every time——

Who really likes to watch a group of old men twist their waists and shake their butts?

Unexpectedly, their lord chose a dancer for the first time today to add to the fun——

Dancer, dear!

"My lord, is it true?"

Feng Zhen was the first to light up his eyes, and his whole face became alive.

Don't think that he is too hot, it is clear that he is the only one who is suitable to ask this question among all the people present.

Li Yun has already jumped into the grave of marriage, his wife is still the little sister Shangguan Wan who is protected by the lord, how dare he be interested in the dancer?

Qi Guanrang is also married, with a sullen and introverted personality, even if his eyes really want to see dancers, he will still maintain a gentlemanly appearance.

Sun Wen is hard to say, he is a grandfather, and he must set a good example for his grandson, women are not enthusiastic.

Wei Ci——

Well, he has unspeakable thoughts about the lord, and Feng Zhen knows in his heart that this kid will not jump out.

Fu Wang seemed to have a deep-rooted affection for Mrs. Hui, and a man who had been a vegetarian for many years probably wouldn't be suitable to intervene in such topics.

As for Captain Jiang——

Cough cough, she is a woman, no matter how good the dancer is, she doesn't feel it.

After counting and counting, only Fengzhen has the "right to speak" among the people present.

Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "When a gentleman says something, it's hard to follow a horse. He did what he said. The people in Beijiang escaped too fast, not only lost a lot of baggage, but also lost a lot of 'burdens'. Our army searched the Beijiang University. During the camp, I found dozens of dancers full of exotic styles. Of course, besides the dancers, there are also several concubines who claim to be the acting kings of northern Xinjiang. Victory should be rewarded, I simply ordered them to compose a song and dance repertoire, so that everyone can relax—"

The crowd watched indifferently.

Feng was really wrong.

Apart from him present, their protagonist was also very interested in Miss Wuji.

"It's so beautiful—I heard that women from northern Xinjiang are good at singing and dancing, and the dancers who have been carefully trained are even more charming—"

Feng Zhen was so happy that he almost grinned the corners of his mouth behind his ears.

These dancers were carefully raised on behalf of the king, but now Jiang Pengji and the others are cheap.

A burst of exotic music sounded, and a dozen naked and extremely sexy dancers stepped in from outside the tent. One by one, like agile fish, passed through the gap in the tent like boneless, their bare hands Step on the soft animal skin cushion.

The facial features of the foreign race in northern Xinjiang are relatively three-dimensional and profound, with the enthusiasm and unrestrainedness rarely seen by the daughters of the Han family, like a burning flame.

Feng Zhen had no choice but to say what Yujie said, and her eyes were straightened.