In the valley beside Luoyun City and Yishui River, a brown war horse was running wildly, with a figure covered in blood on the horse's back.

He Mu Da Wu!

The war horse had obviously reached its fastest speed, and every bump made He Mu Dawu cough violently.

"Oh~"

"Yo ho!"

A mile or two behind him, twenty or thirty Liang Army crossbowmen were roaring towards him.

Each of these crossbowmen looked frivolous, shouted loudly, and from time to time would bend their bows and shoot black arrows.

Like a pack of wolves chasing a rabbit.

In this way, the two waves of people chased each other and ran for seven or eight miles.

He Mu Dawu seemed to be dying at any time, but strangely, Liang Jun's arrows always missed him, as if on purpose.

Soon, such movement attracted the attention of the Yan Army scouts, and a team of one hundred or ten Yan Army scouts rushed over quickly.

The crossbowmen showed a frustrated expression after seeing the Yan army arriving, and withdrew due to the huge disparity in numbers.

"This group of Liangjun is really impudent. Such a small number of people dare to be so arrogant. They don't take us seriously at all!" a Yanjun commander yelled cursingly.

"That's right, this face will come back sooner or later!"

"Yeah!"

…

Since the defeat in the Lazi Valley, the Yan army has become much more restrained and aggrieved than before.

If they encounter the Liang army when they go out to patrol the camp, they will usually choose to retreat first, and will not take action unless they are sure to kill them.

But this is the Yishui River, their territory, and they will never allow Liang Jun to shit on their heads.

The leading centurion quickly came to He Mu Dawu's side and asked in a deep voice:

"Which general is it?"

Although he had never seen He Mu Dawu, He Mu Dawu was wearing a general's armor, so he was quite respectful.

This is not the only remnant soldier who has escaped from the mainland of Yunzhou in the past few days. He has become accustomed to this scene.

"Plop~"

He Mudawu, who was seriously injured, opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. He just pointed at his arms and fell off the horse.

"General, general!"

This scene shocked him. The centurion turned over and dismounted in a hurry, hugged the unconscious He Mu Dawu and shouted several times.

"He won't die."

Seeing He Mu Dawu who was motionless, the soldier next to him said cautiously.

"He looks like a high official."

Several people were discussing each other word by word.

The centurion frowned and shouted: "Shut up! You don't want your life!"

Several people suddenly fell silent.

The centurion quickly reached into Hemu Dawu's arms, and after searching for a while, he finally found a blood-stained waistband.

"Suosuo~"

The centurion wiped off the blood on the wooden sign, and his eyes bulged when he saw the name engraved on it:

"General He Mu!"

The surrounding soldiers were also astonished. The guy in front of them, who had already stepped into the gate of hell, turned out to be He Mu Dawu, the commander-in-chief of the army before him!

The centurion stood up without hesitation, hugging Hemu Dawu, and shouted angrily:

"Go back to camp immediately!"

…

The Yan army camp on the banks of the Yishui River was in turmoil, and the number of sentries and cavalry patrolling increased three times compared to the past, day and night, for fear that the Liang army would take advantage of their weakness to attack again.

Although they knew that the Liang Army's troops were limited, Chenyue's military tactics really made them unpredictable.

In the handsome tent, Zhou Weiran and Wanyan Bi were gathered around the map and pointing, their expressions were very tired.

Five full days have passed since the last battle, and so far, only two to three thousand soldiers have been withdrawn.

None of the teams came back from the formation, they were all stragglers in twos and threes, and there was no news about the coach He Mu Dawu. No one knew the situation of the battle in the Lazi Valley.

"boom!"

Zhou Weiran smashed his fist on the map: "Looking at it like this, those 50,000 soldiers and horses are finished!"

After so many days, the 30,000 soldiers and horses who left the camp to attack the fortress should have run out of food. Even if the Liang army did not attack them, they would have died of hunger.

Wanyanbi remained silent, and just sighed softly: "Alas~"

In a great battle, nearly 50,000 elite troops were lost. They would never accept such casualties.

In fact, they have also tried to send a large group of cavalry troops into the hinterland of Yunzhou in the past two days, trying to rescue more or less people.

But every time they sent out troops, the Liang army followed the trend and did not give them a chance to save people.

"Report!"

Just when the two of them were looking gloomy, a centurion burst in fiercely.

Wanyan Bi frowned: "What, is there any news?"

"General He Mu, General He Mu is back!" the centurion said breathlessly.

"What!"

Their eyes lit up at the same time. Wanyanbi directly grabbed the centurion's collar and asked:

"How many people came back?"

The centurion locked his head in fear and said softly: "Just one, and he was seriously injured."

Zhou Weiran, who was a little excited just now, suddenly dropped his head again and shook his head helplessly.

Wanyanbi waved his hand: "Lead the way!"

"promise!"

Zhou Weiran and Wanyanbi hurried to a wounded soldier barracks, and were surprised when they saw He Mu lying on the hospital bed.

The military doctor was wiping the blood on his body. The red-stained gauze was changed one bundle after another. There were two or three arrows pulled out from his body. The strong smell of blood filled the air.

He has clearly entered the gate of hell. Just by looking at him, you can imagine the brutality of the war.

"How is it? Can we still be saved?" Wanyanbi asked with some concern.

The military doctor reported while busy: "Reluctantly, I can't guarantee it. Fortunately, the injuries are not in critical areas."

"Save me! You must save me!" Wanyanbi's tone increased a bit.

He Mu Dawu was already one of the few reliable generals under his command. It was easy for the three armies to find a general but it was difficult to find one. Wanyan Bi could not bear to let He Mu Dawu die like this.

Zhou Weiran looked at He Mu Dawu with an inexplicable look in his eyes, and said softly:

"Only one of tens of thousands of people has come back. How lucky is it? It's still so late?"

Wanyan Bi's eyes immediately turned cold, he looked directly at Zhou Weiran and asked:

"What does your Majesty mean by this?"

"It doesn't mean anything, I just said it casually." Zhou Weiran said intentionally or unintentionally:

"In times of war, it is best to be careful in everything."

Wanyan Bi was already a little angry: "Does it mean that everyone must die to make the king happy? The suspects have suspected me!"

Seeing Wanyan Bi's eagerness to protect people, Zhou Weiran quickly smiled and said: "The general has misunderstood, I don't mean this."

"snort!"

Wanyanbi snorted coldly.

He Mu Dawu, who was lying on the hospital bed, seemed to open his eyes slightly, but quickly closed them again.
Chapter completed!