The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

at the border.

"Report to the general! All the stones have been thrown out!"

"Eighty percent of the stones are piled on the bridge! Their retreat has been successfully blocked!"

Under the bright moonlight, a soldier was reporting to Huo Qubing.

Huo Qubing nodded slightly, a pair of starry eyes shining with a strange light.

Looking at the mountains of huge rocks piled up on the bridge in the distance, Huo Qubing said in a deep voice: "We have used up all the larger rocks here. Put away the war supplies first."

"Retreat and camp three miles away, don't let them discover you, and wait until you meet up with the Lord tomorrow before launching an attack!"

"By the way, you lead a team of people back to the city first to convey the news to the lord!"

"Yes, General!" The soldier immediately led several people away.

Immediately, Huo Qubing led everyone to retreat. He had a map in his hand, so Huo Qubing had already chosen a suitable camping location.

After arriving at the pre-selected location, several cavalrymen came on horseback from a distance. They were the spies sent by Huo Qubing to spy on the military situation.

"General! Our army has won a great victory!"

"I saw Tu Yuan's army rushing towards the barracks a few miles away. They were all dejected. It must have been a big defeat on the main battlefield in Xijing!"

As soon as he said this, Huo Qubing's face lit up and he immediately asked: "How many of them are left?"

"Well... there are a lot of people, at least about 200,000 people."

Huo Qubing touched his chin and thought quietly in his heart.

If there are only tens of thousands of people left in Tu Yuan's army, then tonight he can lead his troops to intercept them, or even rush directly into their camp, making it impossible for them to return.

But if there are 200,000 people, and the 30,000 of them go to fight, there will definitely be many casualties.

Now that we have war tents and three-bow heavy crossbows, there is no need to cause unnecessary casualties.

but--

Wouldn't it be a pity to just let them return to the barracks safely?

Thinking of this, Huo Qubing raised his eyebrows, looked at the full moon in the sky, then lowered his head and said to his subordinates:

"Most of the boulders here have already been shot into the bridge. It would take too much time to find them now."

"Bring your war robes and go to fight. If they provoke a counterattack and seize our war robes, it will be even more troublesome."

"In that case, anyone with a bow should follow me! Even if they return to camp, let me leave some of them behind!"

"They have lost the battle. Let them spend this night in fear. Tomorrow they will be tired and tired. Let me see how they fight!"

As soon as the words fell, the cavalrymen carrying bows and arrows immediately came out.

Huo Qubing's mission during this trip was mainly to cut off Tuyuan's army's retreat, so he had no archers, only about 2,000.

But Huo Qubing didn't think that Tu Yuanjun would bring a large army to pursue him in this situation.

Tu Yuan's army, which had experienced a huge defeat, was now frightened and would never dare to attack rashly!

Soon, Huo Qubing led more than 2,000 archers towards the Tuyuan military camp in the night...

-

The full moon is rising higher and higher, and the temperature in the air is getting lower and lower. The defeated Tuyuan Army is now only two or three miles away from the camp.

In front of the army, Mokodin was still reviewing today's battle situation in his mind.

He couldn't figure out why the opponent could come up with such a powerful weapon today.

If he had known that there were war weapons and heavy crossbows with such a long range on the other side, he would never have chosen to fight.

Tuyuan Kingdom also has war weapons, with a range of about 800 meters. He knows the power of this weapon. Today, there are so many rocks fired from the opposite side, there are hundreds of them at least.

Could it be that in the past ten days, they have been stationary in transporting war supplies to Xijing?

Mokodin sighed.

In his impression, this kind of weapon is not popular in Daqian. To be precise, it is absolutely non-existent in Xijing!

At least in previous battles, I have never seen them use this kind of weapon in Xijing.

"Am I really wrong? There is no barrier between Emperor Daqian and King Zhenbei? Are they acting?"

"These weapons are created from scratch, they cannot come out of thin air!"

"It seems that they have already prepared to fight with us. These weapons must have been transported to Xijing by Emperor Daqian. They are just waiting for us to fight!"

"Damn it! I was tricked by them!"

The more Mokodin thought about it, the angrier he became, and his face turned red. He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself:

"What a deep scheming! Deliberately showing weakness and pretending to be at odds with each other, are they all illusions?"

"This Dagan is gathering the strength of the whole country to start a war with us!"

Mitri on the side listened to him with his ears pricked up. His face darkened and he said:

"Marshal, the war is not over yet, we have not lost yet!"

"Since they have already made preparations, we can't continue fighting like this. In my opinion, we should return home as soon as possible, raise more troops, and let the emperor send the strongest army in my element!"

"They have these weapons, and our Tuyuan country, with all the strength of the country, is not weak to them!"

"Today's disastrous defeat is because we underestimated the enemy. As long as we are prepared, we will definitely defeat them."

Mokodin frowned, looked at him and said: "Of course I have to go back to my country, but then I won't be able to fight."

"At least through this winter."

Mitri nodded and said solemnly:

"No matter how long it takes, I, Mitri, will definitely come back here and win the final victory!"

As he spoke, he took out the cross pendant again, put it to his mouth and began to hum.

Mokodin turned away and said nothing.

At this moment, panicked shouts suddenly came from behind the army.

"The enemy soldiers are coming! Run!"

"Run!"

Mokodin's heart tightened.

Mitri immediately stuffed the cross pendant into his arms and shouted: "Quick! Quick!"

"Go back to the military camp quickly!"

"Don't stay, they have an ambush!"

As he spoke, he galvanized his horse and ran very fast.

Fortunately, the camp was right in front, not far away, so in just a moment, the people in front had successfully entered the barracks.

In the rear, Huo Qubing didn't pursue them very far. He just led the archers to shoot arrows from a distance.

In the darkness of the night, it was difficult for the Tuyuan soldiers to see clearly the bows and arrows they fired. They were all in a panic and did not fight back. They just focused on running away. After these rounds of bows and arrows were fired, an unknown number of people in the last team died.

After a while.

Huo Qubing saw that most of the people had fled into the military camp, and there were not many bows and arrows left in the quiver, but there were more corpses on the ground. He smiled slightly, and shouted with the archers:

"Be careful! I'll see you later!"

After shouting a few times, Huo Qubing led the archers back.

A soldier asked: "General, we don't have many bows and arrows. Are you still coming at night?"

Huo Qubing shook his head, chuckled and said:

"There's no need to come. It's enough to scare them. They are now a group of homeless dogs, fighting against all vegetation. Our few sounds can make them sleep poorly all night."

"Let's go back to the camp and have a good sleep. Tomorrow is the time for the decisive battle!"

-

At the same time, after everyone returned to the military camp, the Tuyuan soldiers immediately blocked the door. Only in this way did everyone feel relieved.

In the camp, Mokodin looked furious.

"What did you say? There were only a few thousand people chasing us just now?"

The subordinate sighed: "Yes, Marshal, there are only a few thousand people."

"It's just that no one knows how many people are behind them, and they don't dare to go to fight. If they are detained..."

Mokodin had a sullen face and waved his hand to interrupt: "I understand."

"Make arrangements for the night watch and be careful if they come back at night."

"Also, let the others rest early. At the end of the day, we will be exhausted and need to be energetic."

"Yes, Marshal!"

After his men left, Mokodin sat slumped on the stool. He took off his helmet, touched his smooth head, and sighed heavily.

After sighing, Mokodin rubbed his sore eyes.

"So many people have died, how can I be worthy of them..."

"How can I return my life to the Emperor... Alas!"

Mokodin held his hands in frustration and kept sighing in the tent...

In another tent.

Mitri had a gloomy face, pacing back and forth in the tent, mumbling to himself:

"No...no, we can't stay here any longer. They will definitely come back next."

"My heroic reputation cannot be ruined here. I must return to China as soon as possible!"

Having said this, he took out the pendant from his chest, knelt down on the ground piously, put the pendant to his mouth and chanted:

"Lord, the oracle I received in my dream the day I left the country was that I would win a great victory in Xijing, but today..."

"Your oracle cannot be wrong. Is it because the time is wrong? Isn't it today?"

He lowered his head, was silent for a while, and then said:

“God bless me, please allow me to return home safely, and I will come back to fulfill your revelation in the future.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Mitri stood up and hurried out of the camp...