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Chapter 977 Chapter 977: Battle in Northern Xinjiang (fourteen)

The northern camp was brightly lit, and everyone had no intention of sleeping.

Dai Wang was anxiously waiting for the news to come, but now he doesn't care about the beautiful wife and beautiful wife, ignoring their resentful eyes.

"Not news yet?"

He paced back and forth in the main account, as if to punch two holes out of the animal hide blanket on the ground.

"Back to the King, there is no news yet." The guard returned respectfully.

The dynasty's heart became more and more impatient, and the battle between the forces and forces was very important. If there was a starter, the pressure on the northern Xinjiang would be much less.

"What time is it now?"

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

The guard said, "It is now Yin Zheng moment to return to the King of the King."

Yin Zheng moment?

"That's the point ..." Dai Wang muttered to himself, "It's going to be dawn in half an hour. Why hasn't Wu Liba come back?"

The guard was calm on the surface, but he secretly despised the acting king.

Fighting is nothing else, it's impossible to say when you can come back-

There is also a limit to willpower!

If you know the mental activity of the acting king, you must be mad at it.

The remnants of the northern Xinjiang were forced to the waterfront, and now they are inexorable and in despair.

Wu Liba showed sorrow, but he did not show negative emotions, and still encouraged the soldiers to fight the enemy.

If it is normal, the backwaters of the World War I might be able to burst out amazing combat power.

However, the momentum of the Northern Territory was frustrated one after another, and fell to the bottom of the valley. The soldiers and you pushed me and squeezed you.

They have no order at all, and only have the idea of ​​"escape" in their minds. Where can I hear the command and dispatch of Wu Liba?

Not obeying orders and obeying orders.

Crowding people in a pile, not only did not many people escape successfully, but caused even more casualties.

Many people climbed onto the boat, and one of them was accidentally dragged down by the same robe behind him, and fell into the icy water.

Seeing that it was difficult to board the ship, they jumped into the water and tried to cross back to the opposite shore because of their good water.

Wu Li lifted his eyes and watched them fall apart. The dumplings usually escaped into the water, and had to sigh with sorrow.

"General, don't hesitate, you can board the ship first--"

The lieutenant prepared a ship for him. As long as he crossed the water and reached the opposite shore, Wu Lipu was considered safe.

This is just the beginning of the war. If Wu Li is killed here or captured, the momentum of northern Xinjiang will be devastating.

Knowing the seriousness of the matter, Wu Lipu, while enduring the severe pain of the wound, boarded the ship under the protection of several vice generals.

"Captain Jiang, the archer is ready—"

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

The battlefield does not stop at the point, and there is no gentlemanliness. It has always seized the opportunity to put the enemy to death!

Jiang Nongqin commanded thousands of crossbowmen in three rows, taking turns to scatter the river bank and water surface.

Lishui was already cold and bone-bound, and most of the soldiers in the northern Xinjiang were injured. Even if he crossed to the other side, there was basically only half a life left.

Jiang Nongqin also sent them several waves of arrow rain. Instantly, a corpse floated in the water, and the river was red with blood.

"The newspaper--"

In the northern camp, the king of kings finally waited for the battle report.

"Hurry up and say-has General Wu Liba got to capture Liu's bandit?"

The King looked at the messenger's mouth with a burning gaze, hoping to hear the most desired good news from this mouth.

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

"Our army wins, our army wins ... what?" The smile on the corner of the king's mouth stiffened as soon as he reached half, and he could hardly believe what he heard in his ears. What is "general defeat"? ? Who lost? Which general ...

The lord king spent a night trying to figure out how Jiang Yanji's fiasco, Wu Liba's victory, and how to reward himself after the victory so that Wu Liba can be satisfied without shaking his rule ... Unexpectedly, the messenger told himself , Wu Li pulled out?

"Why did Wu Liba lose? He lost to Liu Yijie for so many years during the North and South battles?"

The lord roared angrily, and raised his hand to beat everything he could.

Although he does not like Wu Lipu to rely more on Harencha, but Wu Lipu is the backbone of northern Xinjiang, how can he lose?

"What about people?

After the scream of Dai Wang Yitong vented, his mood finally stabilized and he shouted at the messenger.

According to the letter, "General Wu Liba has been rescued, and now Lang Zhong is being treated for injuries."

The King yelled, "Let that old man roll over to see his loneliness and lose to a woman. Does he still have a face to heal his injuries?"

The words blurted out, and the guard guarding the main account and the messenger of the messenger felt a chill in their hearts, and a chill of no origin came up.

Anyway, Wu Lipu is also the humeral minister of the Northern Territory, helping the other party to conquer the small and large tribes in the northern battle.

Wu Liba has no credit or hard work for northern Xinjiang. Is the nine princes acting as kings only, so humiliating the old officials of the two dynasties?

As time passed, the shouts from the banks of Laoshui became obscured.

As far as the eyes can see, countless floating corpses float on the water surface, and the blood stains the water surface scarlet.

Jiang Nongqin directs the soldiers to clear the battlefield, pulls those who are still angry from the dead body, and sends them to the wounded barracks.

Jiang Yanji raised his hand to wipe the blood flowing into his mouth, and slowly calmed the surging killing and breathing.

With a bang, she threw the knife in her hand and was just seen by Sun Wen who came forward.

The body of the knife was all blood, and the meat and viscera pieces were hanging on the back of the knife. Some of them were dry and dark. Other places were fresh.

Not only that, but the sword was missing several mouths, and the blade was curled in many places.

Although he didn't see how his main character killed the enemy, the situation of the sword must be extremely fierce.

"scared you?"

Jiang Yanji untied the armor's tether, took out two pieces of paraffin, and wiped her face. She wiped all the thick plasma and viscera.

If it wasn't for Jiang Yanji ’s armor that was discerning, Sun Wen could n’t believe it. The man sitting on the ground with a golden sword in front of him was actually a woman, and this woman was still his protagonist—not only was the protagonist very magical, he only saw The women's camp is also amazing.

Raising a knife can fight a war, sweeping the battlefield can cure a disease.

Probably, this is what kind of protagonist has what kind of soldier.

"The protagonist's words seem to be weak and fragile." Sun Wen smiled bitterly.

He is also a grandfather. He is much older than Liu Ye, but now he has received such a condolences.

"It's not that you are fragile. The literati is always more delicate, not as rough as a martial artist."

Talking, Li Yan is here.

"Hurt your hand?"

At first glance, Jiang Yanji saw that there was a wound on Li Zhi's left arm, which is not too shallow.

Li Yan indifferently said, "It hurts his left arm, it doesn't affect it."

(End of this chapter)