On the north bank of the Weihe River, more than a thousand riders rode eastward.

The strong wind blew across Wang Zhichen's face, and he galloped forward, feeling really puzzled.

Why didn't Liu Heima mobilize the troops stationed in Fengxiang Mansion for reinforcements? Why did Liu Heima's troops still remain and retreat after seeing the reinforcements arriving?

His fighting spirit is a bit low, and it does not match the reputation of the famous general achieved in the battle of Sanfeng Mountain.

More than 5,000 cavalrymen were defeated by 7,000 Song troops in the plains. Even he felt weak for Liu Heima.

After running for more than ten miles, at nightfall, Wang Zhichen slowed down his horse and reported back when he encountered a probing horse.

"Report, honest and honest people are at the front..."

Wang Zhichen galloped slowly for another mile and rushed into a village. He saw a bonfire burning in the ruined temple at the entrance of the village.

"Lian Gong! Liu Heima was defeated and fled. We are guarding Fengxiang..."

Lian Xixian raised his hand, interrupted Wang Zhichen, and said, "Let's quickly lead the troops back to Jingzhao Mansion."

"Jingzhao Mansion?" Wang Zhichen was surprised, "Why is the situation like this? Li Xia only has a few thousand people, and the garrison troops in all the cities in Guanzhong combined still have more than 20,000 people..."

"If Liu Heima does not surrender, the cities in Guanzhong will not be able to capture Li Xia without reinforcements." Lian Xixian said slowly: "But if he surrenders Li Xia, you and I will only have time to rush to Jingzhao Mansion."

"drop?"

When Wang Zhichen heard this word, he was completely stunned.

It was hard for him to imagine that with the great power of Mongolia, how could any Mongolian prince surrender to a Song general?

Incredible...

~~

Night falls.

After taking off their infantry armor, the Song soldiers took off their clothes, walked with heavy steps to the Jiangshui River, lay down, and let the river water wash their calves.

They were the ones who worked the hardest in this battle, running back and forth wearing nearly 60 kilograms of armor to protect their comrades behind them. No one asked them to clean up the battlefield anymore.

The Jiangshui River was covered with corpses and turned into a river of blood. They didn't care, they just wanted to cool off.

Some soldiers drove the prisoners to carry the corpses and shouted at the top of their lungs: "Don't drink this water, in case you contract the epidemic."

"I know!"

"Don't wash it either. The commander-in-chief said, the weather is hot and if a plague breaks out after the war, it's no joke."

"good……"

The heavily armored soldiers with their feet in the river moved to the shore, but they were still lying down, unable to get up.

But after being exhausted, some people could not help but laugh and shout loudly.

"Wan Sheng!"

"You're still shouting? I've become dumb..."

"Haha, Wan Sheng."

"It's not the first time I win..."

Cheers spread to the camp.

The soldiers in the camp also cheered and cheered, but there were also people mourning their comrades who died in the battle. Laughter and tears gathered together, as if they were telling the story of this joyful and sad battlefield.

The neighing of the horses has faded away, and the horses are being driven to Dashan Pass.

Occasionally, a horse would look back at the battlefield in the night, with eyes that seemed human and filled with sadness.

The dead horses were skinned and deboned by Song soldiers and roasted on bonfires.

Outside the big tent, beside the bonfire, Liu Yuanzhen was tied up and left there, sweating profusely from the heat.

He watched in ecstasy as the ashes scattered in the campfire floated and fell, feeling like they were like his own heart, which had turned into dead ashes.

In today's battle, Liu Heima was finally defeated and fled after being surrounded for an afternoon. Only about 1,400 riders crossed the Jiangshui pontoon bridge.

The biggest casualties also occurred at that time.

After that, the Song army turned around and surrounded his group with the Dashanguan garrison.

There are probably nearly three thousand prisoners in the army.

"I was captured like this again..."

The most difficult thing for Liu Yuanzhen to be patiently hurt was the word "again". Thinking of this, he became emotional and wanted to cry, but had no tears.

"Where is Li Xia?!"

He suddenly yelled and hit his head on the ground.

"Where is Li Xia?! Let him come to see me..."

~~

Li Xia was still directing the soldiers and civilians to clean up the battlefield.

He was a calm and boring person, and he was not immersed in the excitement after winning the battle. He was more worried about the plague that might appear in the hot summer, so he carefully instructed the soldiers to bury the corpses as soon as possible.

After that, it was time to visit the wounded.

…

There was constant wailing in the tent, and Lu Xiaoyou heard "Commander" and wanted to stand up, but heard Li Xia say something again.

"Don't get up, just lie down...do you need any medicine for your injuries?"

"Don't worry, Commander, there will be no shortage..."

After a while, Li Xia finished chatting with the military doctor and finally walked over to Lu Xiaoyou.

"Handsome."

"Don't be too polite. Are you seriously hurt?"

"No...it's not serious. It's okay. It will be fine in half a month."

"You're lying on the stretcher again. The scene is a bit familiar."

"It's no use being a general." Lu Xiaoyou responded shamefully.

Suddenly, he thought again of the scene where Yan Yunyun made fun of him when Lin'an was injured... He won the battle again this time, and it would be nice if she could also know about it.

After thinking about it again, Lu Xiaoyou gave up the idea and decided to marry a wife honestly after returning home.

Li Xia didn't know his strange and simple thoughts, so she patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't underestimate yourself, you are a talented general."

After that, he walked to other tents.

Lu Xiaoyou still pushed himself up, silently holding his fists behind Li Xia, and then he was willing to lie down.

Wu Zi feels the pride in his heart and his hope for the future.

"Hey, the talent of a general..."

~~

As the night deepened, Li Zeyi walked into the tent, looked at the injuries on Lu Xiaoyou's body, and asked, "Is it still okay?"

"Yes, wear a goggles."

As usual, Lu Xiaoyou didn't care about the condescending tone in Li Zeyi's tone, and asked instead: "Did you go after him on horseback? How many people beheaded you later?"

"One, and three more were captured alive and reported to Liu Tongzhi."

"Then you remember, it's a three-string plus three five-string...and, with the previous credit, it can already be transferred."

Lu Xiaoyou said, minding his own calculations for him.

"A three-pass plus a five-pass is eight plus ten..."

Li Zeyi was impatient and said: "It has been recorded."

Another captain might have been angry again, but Lu Xiaoyou was not angry. He just said: "That's good."

"I really didn't expect that I could actually ride a horse to chase the enemy in the end."

Li Zeyi sighed with emotion, thought for a moment, took off the water bag from her waist, placed it on Lu Xiaoyou's bedside, and said, "Get better soon."

His demeanor and tone were as if Lu Xiaoyou was a soldier under his command.

But he completely forgot that during the war, he actually obeyed Lu Xiaoyou's command from beginning to end...

~~

It was almost dawn before Li Xia returned to the Chinese army's tent.

Liu Yuanzhen was already sweating profusely from being roasted by the campfire.

"Li Xia! Kill me if you can..."

"If I wanted to kill you, you would have died during the Battle of Chengdu in the sixth year of Xingchang."
To be continued...