Mu Yun Duankang stood on the slope with his hands behind his back, the cold wind blowing the corners of his clothes constantly swinging, his eyes were deep and a little unwilling.

The place where his eyes were looking was in the direction of Wuguan. Although the top of Wuguan could not be seen from here, Mu Yunduankang knew that the city was there.

For so long, Mu Yunduankang led the Yan Rong army on the battlefield and was almost invincible. All the tribes in the grassland surrendered under his feet. Was there ever a time when the Yan Rong cavalry was not invincible?

But what about this time? This is almost the first time that he has failed to achieve success in commanding his troops.

In the camp behind him, tens of thousands of soldiers were packing their bags and tidying up their tents. The order to withdraw had been sent to the front line overnight. Not only Wuguan, but also the Yan army at Tianlang Pass and Yishui River were retreating. This lasted for a while.

The years-long war has slowly come to an end.

The soldiers who were packing their luggage had a trace of joy on their faces. The only reason they could survive was that they had better luck than others.

In order to return to the grassland as soon as possible and return to his wife and children, many sundries were discarded by the Yan army. The whole camp looked in a mess.

The news about the capital temple outside Wuguan has long spread throughout the army, and everyone who heard about it changed their minds.

At the time of the expedition, there were more than 100,000 people in Muyun Duankang's army, and they marched to the border of Beiliang in a mighty manner. But now? Very few of them can go back.

Some people even clearly remember that their old comrades were joking with them the night before and counting the number of cattle and sheep at home, but the next day they turned into dead bodies.

War is the most ruthless.

Baili Shen and Shentu Chenfeng slowly walked up the hillside. Looking at Mu Yunduankang who was silent, they both sighed softly. Everyone would be sad for such a big defeat.

"Your Highness, everything is ready and ready to go at any time." Baili Shen said softly.

In fact, the original intention of the king's account was to withdraw the frontline troops together, but Mu Yunduankang really didn't want to see Mu Yunhuan's gloating face, so he chose to take the first step.

Back then, he had ridiculed the defeated Mu Yunhuan, but now he didn't want to experience it again.

"Do you think this Wuguan City is made of iron?" Mu Yunduankang asked softly without moving.

The two of them looked at each other, a trace of helplessness flashed in their eyes, and finally Baili Shen said: "Victory and defeat are common matters for military officers, so don't take it to heart, Your Highness."

"Haha~"

Mu Yunduankang smiled slightly and murmured: "An army of hundreds of thousands has been attacking for a whole year. The stones thrown by the catapults flattened two small mountain peaks, and the bones of cattle and sheep that were eaten can be piled up into a mountain. That's it.

We were not able to capture Wuguan, and we did not even have a single hand-to-hand battle to break through the city."

During the year of attacking Wuguan, perhaps the closest the Yan army came to breaking the city was when Shentu Chenfeng sneaked into the interior of Liangzhou, but Chu Yucheng had no choice but to guess the Yan army's plan, and the plan was ruined.

"It's just a stone city. One day we will stand on the top of Wuguan City and take a look at the scenery beyond the wall."

There was no sadness on Shentu Chenfeng's face, but instead there was a blazing fighting spirit. As a warlike person, it was indeed exciting to meet an opponent like Liang Jun.

He also hoped that one day he could lead the Shentu family's private army to fight face to face with the Great Liang Dragon Cavalry to see which one was stronger and which one was weaker.

"Beiliang is just a remote land in the Zhou Dynasty. It's like an orphan that no one cares about. But I don't want such a barren land to become the enemy of our Yan army~" Mu Yunduankang gave a bitter smile.

A long time ago, the sixth prince Mu Yunsheng died in battle outside Wuguan, and his body is still headless. The last time Beiliang sent troops to Liaodong, Mu Yunhuan also fell into the sand outside Shuofeng City, with an army of nearly 100,000.

The battlefield of bone burial. I didn’t expect that this time it would be Mu Yun Duankang’s turn. Things really turn around.

"When our army presses the border next time, Liang's army won't be so relaxed~" Baili Shen said extremely calmly.

He looks like a scholar, with a strong desire to win in his eyes.

"Haha, well said!"

Unexpectedly, Mu Yunduankang actually laughed out loud, and his laughter seemed to make the cold wind stop a little.

Mu Yunduankang glanced in the direction of Wuguan for the last time, and said in a cold voice: "The next time this prince comes again, it will be the time when you, Beiliang, will be in ruins!

Let’s go!”

…

"Da da da~"

Two days later, dozens of war horses appeared at the place where Mu Yun Duankang and others had temporarily settled. The figure of the crossbowman was running around in the camp to see if he could find anything useful.

Crossbowman Captain Si Yangshuo was galloping at the mouth of the valley. Suddenly he saw a Yan army flag lying in the mud in front of him. He bent down and picked it up on his horse.

The Yan army left in a hurry and did not take away many insignificant items. Even some slightly damaged ordnance was abandoned, which is enough to show the deterrence of this defeat to them.

The figures of Chen Yue and other generals suddenly appeared on the hillside at the entrance of the valley. Coincidentally, this slope was exactly where Mu Yun Duankang stopped two days ago.

"I finally left, I was as panicked as a lost dog~" Chu Yucheng looked at the discarded weapons on the ground and murmured softly.

"Haha, let's see if they dare to invade our Beiliang border again in the future!" Xue Meng said with a sneer.

Chen Yue looked hard at the far north, seeming to be thinking about something.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" Xue Tian noticed something strange and asked softly.

"Perhaps this battle is just the beginning, and Yan Rong will be more terrifying in the future than before." Chen Yue did not feel much joy, only vigilance about the future.

He did not believe that such a tribe that unified the grassland would be overthrown by a single defeat. Moreover, according to the intelligence from Tie Long who had sneaked into the depths of the grassland, the Yan army still had a large number of elites that had not yet been mobilized. Only one of the so-called five tribes of Yan and Rong had appeared so far.

Just Tu Dan and Klie, the real elites of the five races have also never taken action.

All the generals looked at each other and slightly put away the contempt in their hearts.

"Your Majesty!" Si Yangshuo ran to Chen Yue's side on flying horse and presented the military flag he picked up in the camp.

Chen Yue held the military flag and looked at it carefully. The flag was already a little worn and slightly stained with blood. It seemed that it was left in a certain battle and they withdrew before they had time to clean it.

"Tired of yellow sand and white bones~"

Chen Yue sighed softly, what he saw in this military flag were life and death battles, and a man who shed his blood at the border.

"Your Majesty, the troops outside Tianlang Pass and Liaodong should also have withdrawn." Chu Yucheng reported from behind.

Chen Yue trembled behind him, folded the military flag and handed it to Chu Yucheng's hand, then rode away and shouted loudly:
Chapter completed!