At noon the next day, Lu Mingchuan opened his eyes in a daze.

The next moment he got up and made a defensive posture. After seeing the familiar surroundings clearly, he relaxed. Only then did he notice that the wounds on his body had been treated and knocked his groggy head with his hand.

Then he shouted: "Come."

A guard heard the sound and quickly walked into the tent and whispered: "General, you are awake."

Lu Mingchuan nodded slightly and asked, "How long have I slept?"

The visitor replied without thinking: "It took more than five hours."

After hearing this, Lu Mingchuan said for a moment, "I will inform you and the command center will discuss matters in half an hour."

The guard responded after hearing this: "Yes, General."

After saying that, he left.

Lu Mingchuan seized the time to wash up, ate some casually, then put on his armor and headed straight to the camp where the command headquarters was located.

There was no one here at this time. Lu Mingchuan sat quietly in the head, not knowing what he was thinking.

About a quarter of an hour later, all the surviving middle and senior officers and those spiritual masters came here, and you can see that these officers were more or less injured.

Seeing that more than half of the people in the camp were missing, Lu Mingchuan suppressed the sadness in his heart and asked, "Who else hasn't come?"

At this time, a general below said after hearing this: "General Chen and General Li were seriously injured and unconscious, and had not woken up yet."

As for the others, he didn't mention them, and the meaning was obvious that he died on the battlefield.

As soon as he finished speaking, a spiritual master said respectfully: "General, Ling Zhilan is still in a coma and cannot come to discuss matters. Please forgive me."

Lu Mingchuan looked at the only nine spirit masters left below and was shocked again. It seemed that none of the trapped spirit masters successfully escaped in the end.

He nodded slightly to the speaking spirit master, indicating that he knew.

After a silence, Lu Mingchuan asked: "President Qu, has the casualties in the army been counted?"

Qu Chengying said meticulously: "Report to the General. According to preliminary statistics, there are currently more than 7,500 infantrymen, more than 14,000 cavalrymen, and more than 800 Black Tiger Guards."

After a brief pause, he continued: "About 10% of these people were injured and may not be able to participate in the battle for the time being."

Lu Mingchuan was bleeding in his heart as he listened to Qu Chengying's report. This time he dispatched a total of 52,000 people, and in just a few days, only more than 20,000 people were left.

He didn't know how to explain to the dead soldiers' families, nor how to explain to the court, nor how to explain to the Nangong family.

Everyone in the camp felt an increasingly depressing atmosphere, and they were silent.

After a while, Lu Mingchuan breathed a long sigh, temporarily suppressed his annoyance, and asked in a deep voice: "Is there any movement among those skeletons?"

Wu Sanping stood up and replied, "Report to the general, they are still in Helong Plain. To be cautious, my subordinates are not too close, so the specific situation is unknown."

Lu Mingchuan said after hearing this: "Set up several more surveillance points, so that they can ignore their actions in the Hetaki Plain, but once they leave the Hetaki Plain and approach us, we must get the information as soon as possible."

Wu Sanping responded: "Yes, General."

Then Lu Mingchuan said to Qian Hu and Qu Chengying: "Since General Chen and General Li are still in a coma, then you two will temporarily handle military affairs on their behalf during this period."

Qian Hu and Qu Chengying immediately responded: "Yes, General."

Finally, Lu Mingchuan stood up and said sadly: "We lost the battle yesterday, and many brothers left us. I know everyone was feeling unhappy. The responsibility for this defeat lies with me, because I didn't fully understand the enemy's strength and attacked rashly."

At this moment, everyone below stood up and shouted excitedly: "General~, General~"

Lu Mingchuan pressed his hands slightly, and when everyone below calmed down, he continued: "Next, I hope everyone can take the lead in solving morale problems. As for the situation here, I will report to the court truthfully and believe that the court should make the right decision."

At the same time, in the central region of the Dagan Dynasty, the imperial city, and the Nangong Shi family, Nangong Feng sat by the pond in the garden with a melancholy expression.

He looked at the water fish that jumped out of the water from time to time in the pond with expressionless expression. His memory returned to the remote Donghe County more than ten years ago. The girl he was obsessed with appeared in his mind as always.

Although they had only known each other for a few months, her simplicity and kindness were permanently imprinted in his heart.

For Nangong Feng, who was born in a spiritual family like the Nangong family, although he was the third son of the head of the family, he did not have the qualifications to cultivate spirits, so he gave up the idea of ​​fighting for power and profit early on.

Even so, intrigue still filled his first half of his life. He was tired of such a life, so he left his family and wandered around the world.

However, the intrigues in the world are even better than those in the family, so he began to move towards the remote county government surrounded by the sea on three sides of the eastern region of the Dagan Dynasty, hoping to find a life that suits him there.

The moment he met Huang Yuying, he finally knew what love at first sight meant by storytellers. However, love at first sight is not a mutual love. Most of this situation is wishful thinking, and he is no exception.

Just as Nangong Feng recalled the past, an old servant came over and whispered: "Three Young Master."

Nangong Feng was instantly pulled back from his memory by this voice, looked at the person coming, and asked with a little respect: "Uncle Zhong, is there anything wrong?"

The old servant replied with a smile: "San Young Master, the head of the family asked you to come over."

Nangong Feng heard this and said, "Let's go, Uncle Zhong."

Afterwards, Nangong Feng followed the old servant out of the garden, thinking in his heart what was wrong with his father looking for him.

A quarter of an hour later, Nangong Feng came to his father's room and saw Nangong Ruochen sitting by the table. After bowing, he greeted him, "Sir, Father."

Nangong Ruochen nodded slightly, pointed to the chair beside the table, and said, "Xiaofeng, sit."

Nangong Feng stood up and sat on the chair.

Then Nangong Ruochen spoke, "Don't leave the clan territory recently, be prepared. A year later, the secret realm of Luofeng in the Eastern Region will be opened. At that time, I will arrange someone to take you to find the land of Juyuan, and your cultivation level will be able to break through."

Nangong Feng heard that his father would not let him walk out of the clan, and then looked at the lingering haze between his father's eyebrows and asked in confusion: "My father, has something happened in the family recently?"

Nangong Ruochen looked at Nangong Feng, then thought for a while before saying, "The soul lamp of the third elder is gone."

Nangong Feng was shocked when he heard this. As the third son of the head of the family, he knew what the title of elder represents.
Chapter completed!