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."
Liu Yuanzhen couldn't help but hesitate. He wanted to say something again, but Li Xia had already entered the tent.
At dawn, the bonfire finally went out, and the Song soldiers did not light it again.
Liu Yuanzhen finally felt a little cooler and lay on the ground as if sleeping.
He didn't know how long it had passed before he heard a familiar voice.
"Marshal Li, I'm afraid Lian Xixian has already rushed back to Jingzhao. If you don't want to meet again, the opportunity will be gone..."
Liu Yuanzhen opened his eyes when he was fascinated by Huhu, and first saw a pair of climbing shoes.
He slowly raised his head and saw Jia Hou standing outside the tent, being watched by two soldiers.
"Second...Second uncle..."
Liu Yuanzhen wanted to ask, "Has the second uncle been captured as well?" But when he thought about what he said just now, he knew that Jia Hou had escaped with Liu Heima and then came back again.
After thinking about it again, he understood.
Jia Hou lowered his eyes and glanced at Liu Yuanzhen. He didn't say anything, but his eyes were very complicated.
The uncle and nephew, who had also been Li Xia's prisoners, stood and lay down like this, feeling the embarrassing atmosphere...
Finally, Li Xia's voice came from inside the tent.
"Bring the messenger in."
A soldier came forward, picked up Liu Yuanzhen and threw him into the tent.
Inside the tent, the first thing that caught his eye was a large map. Li Xia did not put it away deliberately. There were marching routes drawn among the mountains and rivers...
Liu Yuanzhen stared blankly for a while, knowing that the defeat was not unfair.
Li Xia prepared for too long and too carefully. Not to mention that Wang Zhichen's reinforcements failed to cross the Wei River. Even if Fengxiang Mansion received reinforcements, the Song Army would be able to mobilize more than a thousand troops from Dasan Pass.
There is also Xiegu Pass.
Press them in batches, just to save them for later use...
The battle has been fought, and it is useless to look at these things anymore. It only adds a ray of sadness in his heart. Liu Yuanzhen turned his eyes and saw that apart from the map, the big tent was extremely simple, with only a roll of straw mat and a long branch... After that
, Li Xia had put on his armor and turned around.
What are you doing just to meet the messengers, capture the prisoners, and wear armor?
Liu Yuanzhen understood him. Since it was a battlefield, Li Xia was always prepared.
This is such a boring person, but he is indeed too outstanding.
"I've met Marshal Li."
Jia Hou gave a salute and directly stated his intention, saying: "Now that I have seen the power of the commander-in-chief, I want to talk to him about the unfinished business of the first month of the year..."
"Don't worry, there's another one."
Li Xia hung the sword on his body carefully and methodically.
"Commander, we've brought him here."
Someone shouted outside the tent, and another person who was tied up was thrown in.
Liu Yuanzhen took a closer look and saw that it was Liu Yuanli.
"Goro?"
"Eldest brother? Second uncle? You...this..."
Liu Yuanli couldn't believe it and was stunned.
The three of them each recalled the scene of being captured during the First World War in Chengdu. They were so ashamed that they wished they could plunge themselves into the ground...
"Everyone, go out and stay twenty steps away from the tent. No one is allowed to come near."
"Is the commander in danger?"
"It doesn't matter."
After Li Xia gave his instructions, he turned to Jia Hou and said, "Let's get started."
Compared to the other three people in the tent, he was full of energy, as if he could shine.
Liu Yuanzhen could admire Li Xia in the past, but now he finds him annoying.
That kind of tenacity that is far beyond ordinary people is very annoying to ordinary people.
With this thought, Liu Yuanzhen realized that he finally admitted that compared to Li Xia, he was an ordinary person...
"Brother-in-law is willing to discuss the unfinished business of the first month with the commander again."
Jia Hou did not look at the two nephews on the ground and tried to keep his tone calm. He neither talked about yesterday's battle nor the matter of Lian Xixian's rush to Chang'an that he just mentioned.
"The Liu family is willing to marry the Li family. My brother-in-law is the descendant of my thirteenth and fourteenth sisters, who are about the same age as the commander-in-chief..."
The air was still filled with the smell of the battlefield. Jia Hou could smell it and felt sad in his heart. He could only say that it was over.
Whoever abandons me will not be able to stay as I was yesterday.
Today, the first thing a wealthy family must ensure is the family's foundation.
The troops of Fengxiang Mansion have not been mobilized, and there are still troops stationed in various places in Guanzhong. Liu Heima escaped in time and still had the capital to negotiate.
This was the escape route prepared before the war...
But Li Xia raised his hand and interrupted Jia Hou's words.
"Greedy."
When these two words hit his ears, Jia Hou's eyes immediately became embarrassed.
Li Xia said: "I speak frankly, but since the victory or defeat has been decided, you don't need to bargain anymore. If you want to negotiate, you can set the tone first. Don't be greedy. Let's seek truth from facts."
Jia Houqian smiled and said: "Excuse me, the commander-in-chief wants to ask the Liu family to help, but the dignity should not be reduced. If we want to work together for important things, we must first be compassionate..."
"In the first month of the first month, I tried to persuade the Liu family, but didn't I give the Liu family dignity?" Li Xia asked: "At that time, you wanted to see your strength, but now that your strength has been shown, you want face and affection? It's you who can give good or bad words.
Having the final say, wouldn’t it be greedy?”
"this……"
Jia Hou lowered his head and looked troubled.
Since Li Xia refused to give in at this first step, it would be even more impossible for Li Xia to give Liu Heima more things he wanted, making it difficult to continue the conversation.
He didn't dare to say harsh words, lest the conversation collapse.
He had no choice but to glance at Liu Yuanzhen.
Liu Yuanzhen understood, helplessly closed his eyes, raised his neck, and said: "Second uncle, there is no need to talk to him. Let's see if he can get to Guanzhong with only a few thousand troops? My fifth brother and I are not afraid of death!"
"Okay. In this case, I can help you..."
In the middle of Li Xia's words, Jia Hou looked up and saw that his eyes were cold and hard, and his face changed drastically.
"You are so handsome! If you have something to say, if you have something to say..."