On the first day of June, the closed city gate of Jijun finally opened.

Two thousand Wei soldiers led the way to the city and surrendered with Utu troops.

After the death of Yan He, the general of the Central Army of Guide, the remaining Yan family army was like a mess, and they could not handle the several attacks launched by the Utou people. Now the defeated generals have no foreign aid, so it will be a matter of time before the surrender. The Utou people did not arouse suspicion. The Utou soldiers on both sides of the city gate were all holding swords, mocking the weakness of the Great Wei soldiers.

He Yan hid in the army of the Great Wei soldiers. Her face was wiped with dust, and she couldn't see her original appearance, and she mixed in with the army.

These two thousand people were selected by He Yan himself, most of which were Fuyue Army, not because of anything else. The Yan family army has not been able to get along with her now. The Fuyue Army has been fighting with her for a while and they have a tacit understanding with each other. This time, it is very dangerous to enter the city and cannot get out of any fault.

After Yan He died, only his deputy general Chen Cheng could speak in the Yan family army. At the end of the road, the Uttor general Shajit looked at Chen Cheng and laughed loudly, saying, "The Great Wei coward, but that's it!"

Chen Cheng lowered his head and asked, "If our army surrenders to Utu, can we let our soldiers go to life?"

"Of course, of course." Shajitshen's sturdyness heard this and mocked him: "Since you surrender to Utu, from now on, you will be Utu people, and we will not attack our own people!"

"Then please ask Lord Shajit to open the city gate and accept my surrendered army in the Great Wei Dynasty." Chen Cheng replied.

Shajit's eyes flashed: "It's a trivial matter to open the city gate, but those surrendered soldiers must be like you," he pointed to the army, "removing the weapons and binding their hands, that's all."

He still doesn't trust the Great Wei.

Chen Cheng said: "This is no problem." He said: "Please allow me to send someone back to explain the matter."

Shajit: "Okay!"

Chen Cheng walked to a soldier and whispered a few words in his ear. The soldier nodded and turned around to walk towards the city gate. He was halfway through. Suddenly, a Utu man standing next to him suddenly shot an arrow, and an arrow shot through the chest of the soldier who was going back to pass the order.

Before the soldier could even make a scream, he fell to the ground and stopped moving. Chen Cheng was furious, "What's going on? Didn't he tell him to go back and pass the order!"

"You are now prisoners, why dare you to make conditions with us?" The ukulele holding the bow and arrow was full of disdain, "No matter how much nonsense you are, I will kill you together!"

Shajit smiled and said, "Why be angry? You're just an ordinary soldier. Wouldn't it be enough to send someone?"

Their attitude was clearly angering the soldiers of the Wei Dynasty. He Yan thought it was not good in his heart. Before he could speak out, a Yan family army rushed towards the utu in front of him and shouted: "Soldiers can be killed but not humiliated, fight with them-"

He Yan sighed in his heart.

The style of the general will affect the behavior of the entire army. Yan He is brave and brave, and the same is true for the soldiers under his command. He should not provoke the general. Now, all the previous preparations have been useless.

But so what?

The soldiers in front of them had already fought with the ukuleles. Before they entered the city, they removed their weapons and now they could only grab the blade from the other party with empty hands.

Tragic and thrilling.

He Yan kicked away the utu who was attacking in front of him, snatched the long sword from his hand with his backhand, and shouted loudly: "My sons, follow me!"

...

The battlefield outside Yunzi City is filled with golden swords and iron cavalry, and blood flowing pestle.

The Utu soldiers outside the city were beaten to run away in a panic, in an extremely embarrassing situation. The reason why the "killing generals" are "killing generals", the "Nine Banners" are "Nine Banners", and the reason why the "Nanfu soldiers" are "Nanfu soldiers" is because most of the people who fought with them died on the battlefield. Others can only learn from the people who escaped by chance how brave the team is invincible, but only when they are facing each other head-on on the battlefield, they know that the rumors are less than one-tenth.

Among thousands of soldiers and horses, the young man with a black armored sword was like a messenger who crawled out of hell to reap his life. The sword tip was as calm and indifferent as his eyes, and his jade-like appearance brought endless murderous intent.

And he is not fighting alone.

The iron cavalry behind him, like his shield and his gun, made the army look invincible and daunting.

A man's army is like a wolf, like a tiger, like a wind, like rain, like thunder, like thunder, and shocking, and the world is shocked.

This is a crucial battle and the final battle of siege. As long as this battle is won, Yun Zi can be recaptured. The rest is just to clean up the mess.

But for this battle, Xiao Jue and the soldiers of the Nanfu had been waiting for a long time.

The ukulele in Yunzi refused to open the city gate to face the Nanfu soldiers. She was afraid of the reputation of the Nanfu soldiers and the Jiuqi camp, and wanted to flee in advance. They still had reserves in Yunzi city, but the Great Wei soldiers and horses stationed outside the city would have to finish their military rations one day.

Xiao Jue sent people to carry rice and grain to pass outside the city every day, and saw it for the utu who came to secretly inquire about the news. It would be just one day or two days. Over time, the ututu would also become suspicious. Seeing that the Great Wei Dynasty had sufficient rice and grain and its morale was strong, it could not help but feel shocked and timid, and its morale declined.

But that's more than that.

Long before coming to Yunzi, Xiao Jue had already arranged a few skilled craftsmen to accompany the soldiers of the Nanfu. After arriving in Yunzi, he sent troops and craftsmen to secretly dig tunnels to lead to Yunzi City. He also sent someone to use a strong crossbow to fire stone arrows into the city every day and harass the utu people. For a long time, the utu people were worried every day. Even if the leader ordered not to leave the city, the morale of the army had been shaken.

The battle between generals sometimes means that they are more calm than anyone who is more at ease. Whoever can't sit still first will lose.

The ukulele who occupied Yunzi was finally hit by Xiao Jue's plan to attack. On this morning, he left the city to fight head-on with the soldiers of the Nanfu.

Long-term preparation makes this battle a natural outcome.

Tens of thousands of enemy troops were captured, countless war horses and weapons were seized, and a small number of Uttors fled in a hurry, which was not afraid.

At this point, the overall situation in Yunzi has been decided.

The soldiers of the Nanfu cheered and celebrated in the city with rare occasions. From spring to autumn, it took nearly half a year. Although it seemed relaxed, only they themselves knew that the days were hard to bear. Yunzi was near the sea, and many soldiers had red rashes on their bodies. At night, it was extremely itchy. There was also military rations that were not enough to eat. The load of white rice that Utuan saw every day was actually the same load.

"We can finally go home!" A young Nanfu soldier grinned and said, "I have stayed in Yunzi for enough time, and I have returned to Beijing!"

Chiwu passed by him and was about to scold him, but he still didn't say it, but instead smiled.

It sounds like a happy thing to be able to go home alive.

In the camp, the military doctor is healing the wounds of the general.

The young man's middle cloak was removed to his shoulders and his chest was covered with thick cloth strips. Since he was the governor of the Right Army, he was the center of all the spearheads of the ukulele, and the open and hidden arrows were injured. However, the black armor covered his wounds, and no one saw him bleeding. Therefore, others always thought that General Feng Yun would not be injured.

"The governor should not do too powerful moves these days." The white-bearded veteran doctor reminded, "Although the arrow does not hurt the vital points, the wound is also very deep. It is best to rest for a few more days to avoid the root cause of the disease in the future."

Xiao Jue pulled up his outer robe, covered his wound, nodded and said, "Thank you."

The old military doctor just left, and someone came in outside. It was Fei Nu. He was holding a letter in his hand and walked quickly, looking rare anxious, "Young Master, a letter from the other end of Jijun."

Ji County is far away from Yunzi, and it has been a while since the letter was passed. The last time I received a letter from the other end of Ji County was to learn about Yan He's death. Jiuchuan had received good news, and Ji County lost its chief general, He Yan led the Fuyue army to help each other.

This time, this letter was supposed to be after He Yan arrived in Ji County.

Feinu handed the letter to Xiao Jue with an ugly face. Although he did not open the letter, he had already learned the news from the person who sent the letter.

It really can't be considered good news.

Ji County is easy to defend but difficult to attack. The Yan family army has now lost its commander again and its morale is unstable. If the war is not ended as soon as possible, it will only be detrimental to the Great Wei. He Yan brought two thousand soldiers and horses to surrender into the city, trying to break through the Utou army from the city. When the chaos in the city begins, he will take the opportunity to open the city gates, so that the Fuyue army and the remaining Yan family army can cooperate inside and outside, and kill Utou.

The plan was fine, but unfortunately, when implementing the plan, a Yan family army could not help but provoke the Uttarists and could not help but take action. The plan was disrupted. The Great Wei soldiers led by He Yan fought with the Uttarists in the city. Although the city gate finally opened and won the battle, He Yan was seriously injured and his condition was very bad.

Xiao Jue stared at the letter in front of him.

The letter was written by Lin Shuanghe, and his handwriting was very sloppy, which shows how urgent the situation was when he wrote this letter. Although the superior did not explain whether the situation was "what bad" was "better".

Two thousand people enter the city. Once they take action in advance, it is like a sheep entering the tiger's mouth. Without weapons, they are already at a disadvantage. In addition, two fists cannot match four hands...

What's more serious is that although this battle was won, once the ukulele learned that the main general was injured, he would inevitably counterattack. Lin Shuanghe did not understand the situation of the battle, and the letter was not clear, and he did not know what level it had reached.

Feinu looked at Xiao Jue's face.

To be honest, this letter was not the same as the time. Yunzi's battlefield would be over. This letter at this time would inevitably make Xiao Jue feel confused, but Yunzi and Jijun are not in the same direction at all. Even if they turn around and go to Jijun to help each other, they will not be able to get there.

It's so hard to watch.

"Young Master, have you set off for Ji County..."

"No need." Xiao Jue interrupted him.

Feinu dared not speak anymore.

Xiao Jue stood up and walked out of the tent.

Outside, the west wind blew in my face. It was almost autumn, and all the flames were gone at night, leaving only the cool air.

In the distance, the sea is vast, the tide is surging, and the clear moon is reflected in the clouds, dyeing the sea water into white.

The nights on the border have always been like this, the sun is cold and the grass is short, and the moon is bitter and the frost is white. But what is the difference between the moonlight in the desert and the moonlight by the sea?

A faint pain appeared in his chest, not knowing whether it was a wound or something else. He raised his eyes and looked quietly at the cold moon in the sky. What he heard was the woman's cheerful voice.

"I want you to promise me that if there is news, no matter what news it is, do whatever it should do, don't affect the overall situation, don't stop, keep moving forward."

Keep going forward.

After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and turned toward the tent.

The deputy general came forward and asked hesitantly: "Governor, next..."

"After dawn, go north to collect the remaining troops." He said.

...

The heat in Jiyang was finally blown away by the autumn wind and rain all night.

In the early morning, a thick layer of golden color was piled under the sycamore trees outside the hall. Three or two pieces fell into the pond. Occasionally, the fish floated to the water surface, and then swam away quickly, leaving only a few ripples from the fish tail.

Mu Hongjin walked into the yard.

The maid said, "Your Highness, Lord Cui is here."

Cui Yuezhi walked in from outside. Over the past few days, he had lost a lot and looked more energetic than before. When the UT invaded the Great Wei territory, the Jiyang City Army was not strong at all. Previously, Xiao Jue and He Yan defeated more with less and turned defeat into victory. Now Xiao Jue and He Yan have gone to the battlefield respectively. Although Jiyang is safe, the last incident was a lesson. After the end of the year, Cui Yuezhi stayed in the martial arts field every day and trained the Jiyang City Army, in order to one day if there were thieves coming and they would have the strong confidence when they met the enemy.

He saluted Mu Hongjin and handed the scroll, "Your Highness, this is the battle report between Jijun and Yunzi."

Mu Hongjin reached out and took it.

She has also grown a little older, but now, she has not asked her maid to pull out the new white hair on her head every day, so she can see white spots between her hair that is tied up. However, she doesn't care. Mu Xiaolou has grown up gradually, and Jiyang City will sooner or later be handed over to the new princess.

Everyone will grow old, and aging should not have been a terrible thing.

She opened the scroll, her eyes fell on the handwriting inside the scroll, looked at it for a long time, then closed the scroll and sighed.
To be continued...