Looking at the Southern Xinjiang cavalry going away, he said: "It seems that there is going to be a war in Xichun City. If we are injured, we don't have to go to the battlefield. Looking at these two groups of soldiers, they actually ignore us. How lucky!"

"I'm really sad for those brothers who died. They didn't even start the war, but they became fools!"

"When I go back this time, I will retire and return home, and I will no longer participate in the war!"

"It's just that we were injured, and the general actually left us here and ran back!"

In the ten-mile gorge of Wushiling, there are eight miles of complaints.

The casualties of war are always the soldiers at the bottom. The Khans of each tribe have long returned to their respective tribes, singing and dancing, and enjoying their own happy lives.

Only Yeluqi from Xichun City could not sleep at night. He and his generals stared at the map of the three towns, their brows turning into a lake of water.

After dawn, will the soldiers and horses from southern Xinjiang attack Xichun City?

After dawn, will the soldiers and horses from southern Xinjiang attack Kaiyang City?

If Kaiyang is attacked, should you send troops to reinforce it?

What should we do if we are ambushed again on the way to reinforcements?

Yeluqi thought about it over and over again. Even though he was known as the smartest warrior in the grassland, he still had a headache because of the little monk from Prajna Temple whom he had seen a long time ago.

How to fight between unintentional and intentional people?

There is no calculation, but there is calculation, how to guard against it?

He had some doubts about his ability and whether he could win the current war.

At this moment, he didn't know that just outside Xichun City, under his nose, the soldiers from Southern Xinjiang sent by Ma Tianyun were executing the orders of the Imperial Guard on the moat.

I want to give the prairie cavalry in Xichun City a big surprise at some dawn.
Chapter completed!