The breeze blows gently, and the yellow sand flows on the ground like a tide, forming a small vortex in the air from time to time.

Some weeds were carried into the air, and then fell weakly to another piece of land.

Yan Jun's corpse was lying on the ground in a mess. As time went by, the blood had solidified and was filled with the smell of blood.

The body of the centurion of the Yan Army lay on the ground in a struggling posture, and the blood seeping from his back dyed the surrounding yellow sand red.

When the sun set in the west and the afterglow of the setting sun poured over the land, there was finally a sound of horse hooves, and the whimpering mixed with the cold wind broke the tranquility here.

A group of Yan army scouts came galloping over. When they saw the corpses on the ground, the centurion at the head suddenly raised his hand:

"stop!"

"Uu uh uh~"

Hundreds of riders suddenly stopped and looked around cautiously, fearing that Liang's army was ambushing them here.

In the past two days, they had fought against the Liang army many times in the mountains of Yunzhou, and almost all of them were eaten.

No one knows what will happen next moment, and no one knows whether they can go back alive.

The stubble-faced centurion at the head waved his hand gently: "Let's see if there are any left alive!"

"promise!"

Hundreds of cavalry Yan troops rushed out like locusts, inspecting the corpses of their colleagues one by one, but they knew that the possibility of surviving was extremely slim.

Once the scouts from both sides meet, they will almost fight to the death and show no mercy.

The bearded centurion walked around the battlefield with an expressionless face.

Although many soldiers died in extremely tragic circumstances, he was not at all disturbed in his heart.

He was used to this scene.

After searching carefully for a long time, the bearded centurion suddenly saw the corpse with a very familiar back.

Yes, he and the centurion of this scout are fellow soldiers, and the two of them are old acquaintances.

Looking at the body of his old comrade, he felt a little sad. After looking at it for a long time, he gently straightened his comrade's clothes, and then he just wanted to turn his old comrade over to make him feel more comfortable.

But after a casual glance, Hu Zhaolian noticed that there was something strange about the posture of the corpse.

The corpse was lying on the ground, its right hand stretched forward vigorously, as if it wanted to crawl forward.

Finally, the bearded man's eyes fell on the right hand of the corpse, and his brows furrowed.

The right hand was tightly placed on the corner of the clothes of the other corpse, which seemed a bit awkward no matter how you looked at it.

He knelt down and gently moved away his blood-covered but already cold hands, and a crooked word "left" suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

The bearded man's eyes narrowed and he looked at the word carefully. Although they, old men, were almost illiterate, the word "left" was still familiar to them.

Before setting off, these scouts made a special effort to recognize the flags of the Liang army so that they could quickly identify themselves on the battlefield.

The bearded man stood up, glanced at the battlefield, and found that there was not a single corpse of Liang Jun in the whole place, not even the weapons left behind by Liang Jun. It seemed that they had been taken away on purpose.

"Beiliang Left Cavalry Army~" He muttered softly, his eyes gradually turning cold.

A scene emerged in his mind:

The centurion on the ground led his army to discover the traces of the Northern Liang Left Cavalry Army, and then was intercepted and killed by the Liang Army on the way back. After a fierce battle, he was unfortunately seriously injured and dying.

Then at the last moment of his life, he bit his finger and wrote the word "Left" on his clothes, just to convey the whereabouts of the Zuo Cavalry Army, hoping that his comrades could see it.

Thinking of this, the bearded-faced centurion couldn't help but feel a sore tip of his nose. Even before his death, his old brother wanted to pass on the news of the discovery of the Beiliang Left Cavalry Army.

admirable!

"Head, we've looked at them all, there's no one left alive." A soldier said softly behind him.

The bearded man snorted coldly, bent down and privately removed the piece of clothing with the word "Left" written on it, and then silently recited:

"Brother, have a good trip."

He didn't have time to bury his colleague's body, so he could only help him straighten out his clothes.

Then he got on his horse and shouted angrily: "Let's go! Go back to the camp immediately!"

He wanted to take this news back with him.

…

In Commander Yan's tent, Zhou Weiran and Wanyan Bi both looked at the torn piece of clothing on the table with the word "Left" written on it.

The handwriting is ugly, it's just a parrot copying and forcibly tracing the shape.

Centurion, a bearded-faced scout who rushed back from Yunche Mainland, stood behind the two men and recounted word for word what he had seen and heard in Yunzhou Mainland.

Including the tragedy on the battlefield and the origin of this piece of cloth.

He Mu Dawu stood quietly on the side of the military tent, with no expression on his face.

After the bearded man finished speaking, Zhou Weiran and Wanyanbi didn't make any sound, they just looked at the word "left" repeatedly.

Sweat was already seeping out from the back of the bearded head. He was thinking: Could it be that his information was wrong?

After a long time, Zhou Weiran finally waved his hand gently:

"Well done, go down and receive the reward."

The bearded man was instantly overjoyed, straightened his back and shouted: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

As he strode out of the camp, he seemed to have forgotten about his dead comrade.

"Hoo~"

Zhou Weiran took a long breath and murmured: "Liang Jun really has a ghost~"

The centurion who died in battle wrote this word before he died, undoubtedly conveying a message to them:

The Northern Liang Left Cavalry Army has indeed arrived in Liaodong.

"If we add these 30,000 people, we will really have some snacks." Wanyanbi said in a deep voice.

The Liang army's sneak attack two days ago was successfully repelled by them, but they were not complacent.

Because they felt a sense of probing from the Liang Army's attack. The Liang Army seemed to want to explore their details and prepare for the next war.

Zhou Weiran was dull and silent, while Wanyanbi increased his tone and said:

"My lord, it's time to make a decision!"

He Mu Dawu raised his head slightly and glanced at Zhou Weiran, but said nothing.

Talking too much will lead to mistakes. He was afraid that if he said too much, he would arouse Zhou Weiran's suspicion.

"Do we really want to ask for help from His Highness the Crown Prince~" Zhou Weiran still couldn't make up his mind. He had brought almost all the fighting soldiers in the East Courtyard, so he still asked for help?

Wanyanbi naturally knew what he was thinking and said coldly:

"If we don't ask for help, the Liang army will attack in large numbers. Even in a face-to-face decisive battle, we will suffer heavy casualties.

If they ask for help, the army attacks from both sides and besieges the Liang army. They may be able to eat most of the main force of the Liang army in one go, which would be an unparalleled feat.

There are two outcomes, and I hope your Majesty will consider them carefully."

Wanyan Bi listed two possibilities of asking for help or not asking for help. Zhou Weiran, who had been undecided for a long time, finally relented and said softly:

"Send a message to His Highness the Crown Prince. The Liang army is tracking strangely and is continuing to increase its troops. Please send reinforcements as soon as possible!"
Chapter completed!