The morning light once again fell on the battlefield in front of Feiyuan Castle.

The air is filled with a strong smell of blood that cannot be dissipated for a long time.

Up and down the mountain are all traces left after the bloody battle. Corpses accumulate like mountains, and blood is everywhere. There are dead people and horses. Especially in the military camps, there are several places where the war is the most tragic. The soldiers on both sides, including the people of the Song Dynasty who were involved in the war, have piled up their bodies into a hill!

The four or five hundred cavalry and Jurchen warriors who came from the army of Pucha Wulie, and nearly two hundred cavalry under the command of Wulu brought by Zhehui. The army was almost wiped out in this time. The generals of the first-class military, including Wuge Zhehui, three middle and lower-level backbones such as Puliyan Paitou, were even more damaged.

At the end of the battle, there were only dozens of Jurchen warriors in front of Feiyuan Castle on the mountain. They did not go down the mountain to get the horse stakes, but crossed the mountains and scattered into the mountains and fled. In addition, Pucha Wulie rode alone, killing a bloody road and killing westwards. However, the knights under his command were almost completely out of the formation!

The Jurchen army was defeated so much, so naturally Pucha Wulie was unable to command. At first, he was too impatient and launched an offensive at the same time on the mountain, but finally he was in a stalemate. Finally, after the reinforcements arrived, he barely captured the army camp at the foot of the mountain. Pucha Wulie was still nailed to Feiyuan Fort, and did not shift the center of gravity to the foot of the mountain, and quickly reorganized his defense. The delayed time could no longer be recovered. The Song army suddenly covered up and decisively invested superior forces, which eventually led to the Jurchen army losing and losing, and hundreds of cavalry and horses were almost wiped out!

The second is that the Jurchen army was over and over. Whether it was Pucha Wulie's troops or the Zhehui's troops sent by Olu, they all underestimated the combat power of this Song army.

In their opinion, this Song army was defeated so miserably in the Weishui Valley without any force, and it collapsed. Even if some of the defeated remaining troops were organized to flee in a hurry, what combat power could it have? Isn’t it that the Jurchen horse vanguard arrived? As soon as the vanguard arrived, the sound of iron hooves was about to collapse?

Who would have thought that this Song army had an amazing combat power, first covered the Feiyuan Fort, and then resisted at the military camp at the foot of the mountain to the end, and reinforcements arrived at the right time. The impact was as if the surging force was surging like a craziness and could not be stopped. Even Pucha Wulie, a famous general in the Jurchen army, finally reacted and went down the mountain to launch an attack, but was beaten to flee in a hurry, and almost even confessed to his own family under Feiyuan Fort!

The bloody battles surrounding Feiyuan Fort finally came to an end. This Kansai army horse that rushed out of the desperate situation in the Weishui Valley finally opened a gap in the net under the Jurchen army's horses!

Under the heavy escort of King Yan Zhijiashi and the guards of Yang Keshi, Xiao Yan climbed up and headed straight to Feiyuan Fort on the hillside.

In the mountain road, whether it was the King of Yan Zhijia or the personal guard of Yang Keshi, they wanted to block every gap beside Xiao Yan. They were so scared last night that they were really scared.

This crowded around Xiao Yan was not very convenient to walk around, and he felt impatient. He wanted to wave his hand to drive away someone several times, but Guo Rong, who was pressing tighter, casted her sharp eyes, making Xiao Yan stop.

As we climbed all the way, the road was full of traces of the fierce battle last night, blood splattered on the grass, and armor, weapons and arrows were discarded everywhere.

Walking winding to the foot of Feiyuan Castle. Looking back at this moment, the scene at the foot of the mountain was completely in sight.

The three military camps were full of busy figures. They were repairing the village defenses, digging trenches, and building Luzhai. The military and civilians worked together, and the crowds were crowded, but no one stopped temporarily because of fatigue.

The knights of Yang Keshi's troops also sent out a brigade and sent alerts to the west and north. People turned to the south to meet the brigade of infantry that was coming from the front.

The remaining knights were either working or searching for the remaining military funds in the military camp. After several battles and fighting, the military funds, equipment, food and fodder were all the most precious resources, and they were carefully searched at this time.

In the three military camps, stoves were set up and soup was chubby. The fragrance could be vaguely smelled even on the mountain.

At this time, there was no difference between military and civilians. As long as you were hungry, anyone could go to the stove to drink a bowl of hot water, and it was never limited to the quantity. After filling a little bit of the stomach, the soldiers and common people, covered in dirty and bloody scars, continued to go back to do their own work, and none of them slackened.

At this time, we can see that these people of the Song Dynasty were all armed. Wearing armor stripped off the Jurchen Tartars, everyone wore swords and swords, and some even carried bows and arrows and crossbows. Anyone who could struggle for a life and death in several battles was used to life and death, and they were not the honest people who were loyal to each other when peace came. If the Jurchen Tartars came again, these people would dare to fight with them until the end!

This war not only tempered Yang Keshi's troops and the remaining troops of the Fuyan army, but even these people were sharpened!

After this battle, the harvest was not only here. The Jurchen Tartars were defeated, leaving more than 600 horses to use. Yang Keshi's cavalry fought all the way, and the horses had already died in large numbers, and the rest were mostly insufficient. The addition of 600 good horses at once was equivalent to the fact that Yang Keshi's cavalry's cavalry had increased by a few more percentage!

These war horses were carefully searched and circled in a place to take care of them. They were given the fine materials and were sent as if they were not worth money. These were seized and a large amount of military equipment obtained from Feiyuan Fort, a place where transportation was transferred. Everyone was full of confidence in breaking out of the Jurchen Tartars, passing through the Gulan River, and killing to the three states of Hewai!

Xiao Yan stopped, looked at the scene under his feet calmly, and finally nodded with satisfaction. He walked towards Feiyuan Castle.

At this moment, the fort gate was wide open. The soldiers and soldiers were already out. Although they finally waited for reinforcements, they were all in a great victory.

Several military generals who followed Wei Dagong saw Xiao Yan with an iron-armored ghost face at first sight. When he saw the familiar figure, he was shocked and looked incredible. However, the King of Yan Zhishi had already stepped forward and held them down, so that they could not shout. After a low instructor, these military generals just pressed their excitement and saluted a military salute on their chests.

Yang Keshi was going to follow Xiao Yan in an instant, but Xiao Yan scolded him and asked him to take charge of various matters of reorganizing defense. Don't repeat the mistake of Pucha Wulie Wubei being almost wiped out by the entire army. In the end, Yang Keshi could only send his own personal guard commander, commander, and police officer.

The commander knew a little about the inside story, and he went up the guards and was just doing his best to do his best. At this time, he quickly sent his personal guard to take a path, blocked Xiao Yan in the middle, and escorted him straight into the castle.

Xiao Yan walked slowly under these heavy escorts, and just nodded slightly to the several generals sent out by his family.

The rest of Yang Keshi's soldiers in Feiyuan Castle were just looking at this extremely noble man, and the monk was confused. His posture was actually more noble than Yang Keshi so many times that he went there. I really don't know where the extravagant figure came from!

In Feiyuan Castle, Wei Dagong lay quietly on the fort wall. His body was covered with a Song army flag. He lay there with a pale face, as if he was asleep. No matter whether it was the generals of the King of Yan who were taking risks, or the soldiers of Yang Keshi's troops, no one could bear to move to him.

This young army general rushed over and entered the Weishui Valley and persuaded Yang Keshi, and opened a path for the vanguard and more than 10,000 defeated troops. Finally, he captured Feiyuan Fort and defended to the end under the strong attack of Pucha Wulie. He was severely injured and patrolled the fort wall several times to boost morale.

Finally, the moment I saw the reinforcements arrive, I finally relaxed my backbone, and fell down with a bang.

Everyone thought he was too tired. At this time, maybe he just closed his eyes and rested for a while. At that time, he would jump up and continue to lead the way and lead the team to win one victory after another!

In Feiyuan Castle, everyone was afraid to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing Wei Dagong's rest.

Until Xiao Yan arrives.

Xiao Yan slowly climbed up to the fort wall, and all the Yan King's direct armored guards Yang Keshi did not follow behind, but instead held the sword under the fort. Even if Guo Rong could pursed her lips and pressed the hilt of the sword, she stopped her steps.

Wei Dagong's cold body lay quietly under a blood-stained flag.

Xiao Yan walked closer, landed on one knee, gently lifted the flag, and what caught his eye was Wei Dagong's young face, full of ambition and enthusiasm.

But now, this young face looks extremely peaceful.

It was not too early for this young military general to be under his command. Because he was defeated by Huanqing Army, he was not considered a team to start a family. Although Xiao Yan only talks about his promotion and use of his subordinates, it is undeniable that the team to start a family will naturally receive some care.

But Wei Dagong tried hard to make his head stand out, and the more he went, the more dazzling light it shone.

The first command of Wei Dagong in the Yunnei Guard was already a great achievement. In the battle of Lou Fan, he made great contributions to the final formation of silver-killing technique. Before the battle was washed away, he went to the vanguard. In the end, he took the most difficult task, sneaked through the passerby, went deep into the dangerous place, saved the defeated army of Fuyan, and even opened a path for the vanguard, opened up a path for this great Song army until he died in Feiyuan Castle!

Xiao Yan always thought that Wei Dagong was a man who was willing to sacrifice his life for fame, wealth and honor. In order to stand out, he dared to take any risks and dared to set foot in any dangerous situation. Xiao Yan was also willing to be promoted without any delay. He had already returned the people who dared to serve under his command.

But at this moment, looking at Wei Dagong's face, this young face did not regret that he could not be conferred a title of Wanhuhou. There was only peace, and even a satisfied smile was frozen on his face.

They still take these Han men too lightly. If they were just for fame and fortune, how could they follow themselves to fight one after another of the most difficult battles!

Without them, how could I stand at the highest point made of their flesh and blood, facing the breeze of the sky, facing the bloody sky that was about to collapse? Facing this heavy history?

Too bad, so many high-ranking masters in this era have buried so many good men with their stupidity and cowardice in their own time and space? How many heroes have sacrificed such despair?

You are all waiting! These generals who abandoned their troops and fled, not only did you ruin your subordinates, but also made my subordinates die!

Any soldier under my command is ten thousand times more precious than you!

You all wait for me!

Xiao Yan covered the flag again, stood up high and glanced at the left and right.

The beautiful rivers and mountains are all in your eyes.

He buried Wei Dagong here, and along the way, he walked everywhere, with green mountains and loyal bones everywhere. These loyal souls will eventually conquer this river and mountain forever!

On the south, the brigade of smoke and dust swept, and the whistle cavalry that was released were galloping back desperately as a guide.

The large army of infantry that had arrived in succession finally arrived at this passage that had been opened with too many lives!

Xiao Yan suddenly drew his sword and pointed to the northwest.

Countless soldiers just looked at Xiao Yan's tall figure and watched Shan Feng roll up the cloak behind him.

Although most of Yang Keshi's troops did not know who this noble man was, at this moment, everyone understood what Xiao Yan meant.

The roar burst out from the deepest part of my chest, gathering together like rolling thunder.

"To the north! To the north!" (To be continued.)

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Chapter completed!