Wanyan Bage looked at the opposite side coldly. Next to his horse, there was a red flag, and behind him, standing reining in his horse, was his last remaining one thousand Pishi army.

And his most elite direct and trusted Jurchen guards were killed in a firefight with Xiao Ding's personal guards, and there were not many left.

It was not that they were all in the hands of Xiao Ding's personal guards, but that the Liao army was defeated later due to a counter-attack by the Beizu Bu tribe. The remaining people were trapped by the defeated army and did not have time to return to the army, so their whereabouts are unknown.

However, with such obvious characteristics, they have little hope of survival.

Now chasing after them are the Beizubu cavalry and the Xifeng clan of the Yan Army Division in Heishui Town of the Western Army.

As for Xiao Ding and those iron kites, they did not follow.

Although they won, both Xiao Ding and Tie Yaozi were exhausted.

If they hadn't come, why would Wanyan Bage pay any attention to these Zufu people and the Xifeng clan?

It’s just that I’m so tired!

But behind him were countless defeated Liao troops, including Xiao Siwen. If these enemies were allowed to pursue, cut, and surround them, it would be impossible to stop them at once.

Brother Wanyan must prevent this from happening. He must buy time for Xiao Siwen to reorganize the army.

As long as we gain a firm foothold, there may not be any hope of winning back from this war.

The sound of hooves was like thunder, and when they were far away from Wanyan Bago's land, they gradually slowed down and stopped completely when they reached a few hundred steps.

They were sizing up this cavalry team of just over a thousand people.

Brother Wanyan pulled out the red flag and rode forward.

It turned out to be a man and a horse, walking forward for dozens of steps. From the opposite side, there was a faint sound of exclamation, but no one dared to step forward to respond to such an obvious provocation.

Because everyone knows this guy who is covered in yellow.

Wanyan Bage.

Raising the mace in his hand, Wanyan Bage shouted angrily: "Anyone who crosses this flag will be killed!"

The red flag held in the other hand was raised high and lowered heavily.

The wind blows and the flag flutters, as red as blood.

For a moment, the whole place was silent.

After standing still for a moment, no one or horse moved forward. Wanyan Bago looked up to the sky and laughed, reined in his horse, turned around, and retreated slowly as if there was no one around.

Behind them, countless tribal cavalry watched the cavalry of more than a thousand people go away with their eyes.

There really was no one to chase him.

A cowardly fellow!

Wanyan Bage sneered, but at the same time, he was also thankful.

If a brave general suddenly jumped out and attacked him at dusk, I'm afraid the result would be very different.

The enemy cavalry that pursued them numbered at least several thousand.

And I and these subordinates were really exhausted at this moment.

As long as the enemy dares to launch an attack, they will be literally dead.

But, no!

Not one of them is a boy!

Without looking back, Brother Wanyan led his men to withdraw in the direction where Xiao Siwen's army retreated.

No hurry, no slowness.

He looked confident.

It's just that my body hurts really bad.

There were no major injuries, but my whole body felt uncomfortable.

Wanyan Bage frowned, is this the fate of the Jurchen warriors?

I thought I could live to be forty-five and even break the longevity record of my ancestors, but it seems that this may not be possible.

If Xiao Ding were here, he would definitely laugh when he saw such a scene.

What are you pretending to be?

If you can pretend like this, then go to hell!

It's a pity that if Xiao Ding really came to chase him, Brother Wanyan would definitely run faster than a rabbit.

Even if Xiao Ding doesn't come and Xin Jian, the leader of Tie Yaozi, arrives, Wanyan Bage will hardly be spared today.

However, it was Zhang Yuan's suggestion to let the fortune-tellers pursue him.

These people need military exploits, trophies, and venting.

Of course, Zhang Yuan hopes that they will have more encounters with the Liao people in the pursuit battle. No matter who loses more, Zhang Yuan is happy to see it.

Because this time Xiao Ding's direct troops Tie Yao Zi and Bu Ba Zi suffered heavy losses.

I'm afraid I won't be able to recover within three to five years.

Iron Kite lost more than half.

Bubazi lost more than one-third.

These two armies were used by Xiao Ding to intimidate all the tribes in the northwest.

The weakening of their power will inevitably lead to political instability in the northwest.

The weakness of insufficient foundation is fully exposed in such a battle.

The battle was won, but Xiao Ding was not happy at all.

Of the five hundred personal guards, less than a hundred and two were left.

The bodies of the deceased have been recovered.

At this moment, the Kaijia they were wearing had been taken off and placed on one side, while the warrior himself was wrapped in layers of white silk.

Like all others who died in battle, they will also be cremated, ashes to ashes, soil to earth.

The difference is that their names will be left behind.

Their names will be engraved on the armor and weapons they wear, and then they will return to the arsenal and quietly wait for the arrival of the next successor.

The passing geese leave their voices, and the passing people leave their names. Perhaps this is the reason why all the Western troops yearn to be one of these five hundred people!

In the camp, the fire was blazing.

All the ministries are setting fire to the remains of the war dead. What is left to their families are some relics and a small bag of ashes that can be found. Of course, there will also be pensions from the government and subsequent preferential policies for them in taxes and other policies.

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This is the end for the victors.

The losers are even worse off.

They were piled together in a haphazard manner.

The armor and weapons on his body had long been confiscated, and all his belongings and even his clothes had been stripped away.

They were jumbled together one by one like goods, then put firewood on them, poured grease on them, threw a torch in, and the fire ignited.

The last remaining ashes of theirs will be blown everywhere by the strong wind.

There will be no more news about them in this world.

Little people are indeed like tiny specks of dust in troubled times.

Turtle Dove and Wild Boar sat cross-legged in front of a large pile of white dust, which was the ashes left after the remains of their fallen soldiers were burned.

Grab a handful of ashes, put them into a small cloth bag, tie it, and then a clerk next to you takes a pen and writes a person's name on the roster in his hand.

There are already many such small bags placed next to the clerk.

"When will we stop fighting?" The wild boar sighed: "I'm really scared of this battle. That Jurchen is so damn ferocious. In the end, if you hadn't pretended to be dead, you would have stabbed him with a spear from among the dead.

I told him. I have two boys, the eldest is only three years old!"

"Wild boar, you are scared!" Turtle Dove said coldly: "If you have this mentality, you may not be able to wait for me to save you in the next battle."

"How can you not be afraid? Aren't you afraid? The more you see, the more afraid you become!" said the wild boar.

"I'm usually afraid, but I'm not afraid at all when it comes to fighting!" Ikaruga snorted: "In this generation, we won't be able to live an happy life anyway, why not let us finish the war and let the boys at home, in the future

We don’t have to go to the battlefield anymore, this is what we should do.”

"I'm just afraid that this battle will never be over."

"No, no, it will definitely be fought." Ikaruga said: "I heard Zhang Changshi said that in this world, if it is divided for a long time, it will be united, and if it is united for a long time, it will be divided. Therefore, the war will eventually end."

The two of them were talking but their hands were not stopping. In this battle, more than 400 of the Qianbu Zi under the command of Ikaruga, the deputy commander, died. Because they were the three at the front.

One of the square arrays.

"Command, command!" A soldier ran over: "The Chinese army camp sent an order for you to go to the meeting immediately."
To be continued...