"Reorganize the army."
In a quarter of an hour, the remaining soldiers who were still alive were ready to go.
The personal guards dragged a banner with the word "Wen" from the pile of dead people and put it on their shoulders.
The horses no longer know where to go, so they need to use their legs for the remaining twenty miles.
Wen Yue looked at the soldiers beside him. Some of them were red-eyed, but they were all full of exhaustion, and the desire for life burst out in their eyes.
Wen Yue not only wanted to take his father-in-law back, he also had to try his best to bring back the soldiers who followed him.
Taking his father-in-law's spear, Wen Yue said to everyone: "Follow me."
Then he walked at the front.
In Jiangyun Valley, the long corridor is covered with meat mud, corpses are piled up on top of each other, and the blood melts the snow water and gathers into a trickle.
Every step you take is a bloody road paved with countless lives.
But it is also the only way to survive.
Above the high field of Falling Cloud Valley.
Yu Wenxing stared at the battlefield solemnly. He had lost so many soldiers and horses in this battle. Now he only had 8,000 Chinese troops left in his hands. But fortunately, the result was within the range he could bear.
As long as Song Hao's father and son and Song Hao's son-in-law Wen Yue are killed, the battle will be a great victory.
The chief scout handed the report to the deputy general, who hurried over: "Commander, Wen Ziqi is still there."
"The remaining soldiers are defeated?"
Yu Wenxing straightened the monocular telescope, but unfortunately his view was blocked. He didn't see it until the banner with the word "Wen" appeared at the entrance of Jiangyun Valley.
It's just that it's also too far away to see clearly, so you can only see the flag flying and a group of remnant soldiers.
There were less than a thousand people in the mob, and they were all wounded, some seriously injured, and had to be carried forward.
But the presence of the general's flag means that the Wen family's army has not retreated yet, and they may even be able to fight their way out.
Yu Wenxing frowned. Twenty thousand people were crushed to death, but Wen Ziqi's soldiers were still able to kill them. It didn't matter. Now the sound of fighting had disappeared, and most of the ambush troops in the valley had also disappeared.
"Hasn't the Immortal Master killed Wen Yue yet?"
"Or is it that the immortal master has left?"
"What about Song Hao?"
Three questions appeared in Yu Wenxing's mind. He never thought that Wen Yue would come out alive. Although he didn't know the strength of the immortal masters, he also knew that there were four immortal masters coming this time, all of whom had high magical power.
Wen Yue is the only one, and he is only twenty-four years old. Intelligence reports say that Wen Yue is a newly promoted general.
Even if he is also an immortal master, his strength should not be much higher.
So Yu Wenxing didn't think about it at all.
Of course, this remnant of the defeated general cannot be let go.
The immortal master said that it would be best if no one was left alive in this battle, and they were all annihilated, and no one was allowed to return alive.
Although I don’t know why the Immortal Master behaves like this, and even if I get help from the Immortal Master, it is limited and is still given secretly. The second-rate and first-rate masters in the army have been secretly enhanced in strength.
Because of this, the Wei Dynasty was able to take advantage again and again when facing Nanliang, and defeated hundreds of thousands of Nanliang troops in ten years.
The immortal masters do not need prisoners. If they attack the enemy, no matter how many troops the Wei Dynasty loses, they must kill all the soldiers of Nanliang.
Yu Wenxing didn't dare to think too much before, but looking at it now, it's like the immortal master has been pushing the Wei Dynasty to swallow up Nanliang.
Since the Immortal Master has spoken in advance, of course they must abide by it.
Yu Wenxing immediately ordered: "Mobilize the centralized army and follow my commander to eat these thousands of defeated troops."
"Here."
With eight thousand Chinese troops, the overall strength seems to be no worse than ten thousand.
Wen Yue looked back, his eyes were stimulated by the surge of mana, and he looked away. The big flag was "Yuwen". It must be that Yuwen Xing, who was originally sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, could not sit still and wanted to swallow it when he saw the thousands of defeated troops.
Wen Yue doesn't want to fight, and his magic power is less than 10%.
He also had to divide his magic power to suppress the injuries, plus he was dragging so many injured soldiers. If he fought with Yuwen Xing, more people would die.
If you let Mister take action, the more people who see Mister on the battlefield, the more he will be exposed.
No matter how Yuan Lingzong reacted after hearing the news of Cui Guang's death, he must expose him less if he could. What's more, he didn't have the magic power to support his husband to continue fighting.
If Mr.'s former enemies learned of Mr.'s current appearance, wouldn't it cause even greater trouble?
The soul flag is a powerful magic weapon, and the casual cultivators in Liangdu will definitely covet it.
If the news spreads, it will only attract more greedy people.
Wen Yue originally felt that he should try not to let his husband take action unless it was absolutely necessary.
Unfortunately, every battle is a matter of life and death.
There was still a long way between the pursuers and them.
As long as they run, the distance will become farther and farther.
"Follow the team."
The one in front is running, and the one behind is chasing.
"There is no way to pursue them like this." Yu Wenxing looked at the marching speed and knew that if he was dragging the army with him, he would definitely not be able to catch up with the defeated soldiers in front of him: "The personal guards will follow me."
A thousand elite cavalry guards guard Yu Wenxing.
They threw away the large army behind them, and with the sound of iron hoofs of thousands of cavalry, they quickly began to shorten the distance from Wen Yue and others.
"Sister-in-law, let me leave you behind as a heir." said the old soldier of the Song family.
"Please also ask my uncle to bring my uncle back safely."
"I'll wait until there's hope for the future."
"Brothers, we're not leaving right now."
Wen Yue's expression remained unchanged and he shouted: "Follow me closely. We have already fought our way out of that meat grinder. How can we leave you to die again?"
"I am the commander-in-chief, can you resist my order?"
Wen Yuecong took out the flare in his arms, suddenly fired it and fired it into the sky.
"call out!"
"Boom."
Now, are the flares meant to scare off the pursuing troops?
How could Geng Lie come to the rescue with his stingy energy?
Everyone saw that Wen Yue's expression was not fake at all, and they immediately did not dare to say anything about what happened next. But they understood that if they kept running like this, how could two legs be a match for four legs? Sooner or later they would be overtaken by the cavalry behind them.
What happened at that time can only be discussed at that time.
It's just a matter of going to hell together after a deadly battle, so there's no need to say more.
…
"The defeated army should leave." Yu Wenxing shouted.
The cavalry is less than two miles away from Wenyue.
There is the sound of horse hooves.
One mile.
Just as he was about to catch up, Yu Wenxing suddenly saw An Nanbo and Song Hao being carried on his back in front of him. He could make mistakes with other things, but he couldn't make mistakes with his armor.
"kill!"
The ambush left behind worked, and the last remaining thousand cavalry hurried over.
Although there are still two thousand infantrymen behind them, they will arrive from time to time.
Yu Wenxing hurriedly stopped his advance, his expression changed. He didn't know whether Song Hao was dead or alive, but it was obvious that the opponent had supporting troops. If he wanted to fight, he might have fallen into it himself.
He is different from Tuoba Hong.
Without thinking for a moment, Yu Wenxing decided to withdraw his troops.
"withdraw."
Yu Wenxing's bodyguards had long known the character of their master, so naturally they would not give any advice and would directly follow him to retreat.
"Wen Chong is late, please punish me."
Wen Chong turned over and dismounted, half-kneeling in front of Wen Yue.
Wen Yue hurriedly supported Wen Chong: "It won't be too late. If it weren't for you, our brothers would have been bitten to death."
"It was the young master who planned the strategy and arranged the ambush in advance."
Wen Yue shook his head slightly in response to Wen Chong's compliment, with a sad look on his face.
Hatred flashed in his eyes, and he looked in the direction of Tongguan.
"Walk."
This chapter has been completed!