The young man on the mountain looked at the battle in the distance silently, and his tense face finally relaxed a little. His relaxation was not because their side was about to win, because he knew very clearly that this battle could not be won. Mu Bugu's elite cavalry could not be eliminated so simply.

But at least, he is still fighting now. He has used so much thought that even the master-level masters have been sent to the battlefield. His main purpose is not to kill the enemy, but to shout loudly in the battle so that everyone on his side can hear it. The purpose is just to prevent the worst and the greatest possibility... one blow will collapse.

No matter how capable he is, even if Sun Wu reborn and Wu Qi returns, with such a group of defeated soldiers and defeated soldiers, if his morale is so low that he collapses as soon as he contacts the enemy, no matter how good the tactics or the powerful follow-up methods are, it is meaningless. Xiang Yu can chase Liu Bang and kill 560,000 people, and Xie Xuan can chase 80,000 people, and fight with one million soldiers of the Former Qin Dynasty. In this month, these seemingly strange things are being staged north of the Huanghe River.

If you want to lose, it’s okay. At least you have to fight one after another. From the beginning, this was a battle that was impossible to win. However, if you want to fight, you have to fight one, no matter what.

Mu Bugu was furious. In fact, he had already seen the young man on the distant mountains. In his opinion, the young man tilted his feather fan with a calm and calm look made him disgusted to the extreme. The Chinese soldiers in front of him were also very different from those he had encountered these days. It is difficult to tell where this difference is. It is obviously the same weak and unorganized, but there is an inexplicable atmosphere that pushes up their morale.

With a shout, a jar was thrown at him. With his hammer, the jar burst, and some black liquid was poured on the other side, sprinkled onto a barbarian soldier, igniting a fire. Behind him, a group of Chinese shield soldiers suddenly separated. Under their cover, a group of warriors threw them out of their hands and ignited the oil altar of fire. With the bang bang bang bang, the fire rose in waves. Under the attack of fierce tinder oil, many barbarian cavalry, along with their horses, screamed and neighed in the fire, and implicated their companions.

The fire attack that had never been encountered before made the elite of the barbarians confusion. At the same time, a fierce turbulent oil cart pushed forward and spewed out flames at these barbarians. In the vicious weather, the black smoke rolled, causing great trouble for both the enemy and us. However, the roar of "kill these barbarians" and "Everyone come on" made the almost collapsed Chinese soldiers know that there were still people fighting around them.

"Kill!" At this moment, Wang Keyuan was covered with blood from the enemy. The black smoke filled his face again made his face dark, and it pierced the throat of a barbarian soldier accurately and sharply. He looked around. There were corpses around him. In fact, there were more of his companions, and there were no one around him. At this moment, he was actually a little panicked and had the idea of ​​running away. However, the loud shouts of his companions gave him a sense of security to a certain extent, allowing him to hold on further and rush towards the enemy in front of him again.

However, this enemy was also a warrior among the barbarians. He held a mace in his hand. With a bang, Wang Keyuan, who was already exhausted, his arm was numb. With a bang, the light in front of him shook. He could no longer hold the gun rod in his left hand, and the spear was thrown away. The portal opened at this moment, and the barbarian warrior's mace hit his chest.

Is it finally over? Only such a sigh-like thought flashed through Wang Keyuan's mind, and he watched the mace slash with the sound of wind. With a sound of crying, a sword light slashed across the barbarian warrior at this time, cutting away the barbarian warrior. The barbarian warrior threw away with blood, and the mace swayed in front of Wang Keyuan's chest. Wang Keyuan looked closely and saw a middle-aged man dressed in a civilian standing beside him with a sword in his hand. At this moment, he recognized this person. He was a famous hero in the world... "Degenerate Man" Chen Tianya.

Chen Tianya nodded to the general who was rescued by him. He was one of the "people" who were among the "people" who were driven away by the barbarians. During the few months in the ancestral cave, he also practiced to the level of a master with the Nine Yin Scriptures. However, on this battlefield, he knew very well that this young general he did not know had killed more enemies than him. Although in his opinion, this general was just entering first-class strength, as a general who practiced horizontally, he was indeed more suitable for group battles than those of them, in terms of endurance and resilience.

The young man on the cliff behind waved his hand at this moment. Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang, someone knocked on the gold weapon for issuing orders. He had seen that his troops were on the verge of collapse. These barbarians were too strong, and the reason why they could persist was actually because the battlefield was too chaotic and under the black smoke of turbulent oil, relying on the one after another, they created the illusion that everyone could still fight, and the collective effect caused. However, the psychological effect could not really change the reality.

If he doesn't call the gold again, soon his defeat will inevitably be inevitable, and then it will be a situation of disintegration. The "tactical retreat" chosen by the head coach Ming Jin withdrew his troops is obviously very different from the defeat caused by being unable to defeat the enemy.

This time the battlefield was very close to their camp. When Mingjin heard the voice of the soldiers and generals who could hardly hold on all turned around and ran to their own positions. At the same time, Xiao Zhang, who had been watching from behind, rushed out with a group of masters.

The angry Mu Bugu led the barbarian soldiers to chase them, trying to take advantage of the opportunity to enter the gorge. Under their impact, many corpses were left along the way. As they were about to rush into the gorge, several groups of explosions exploded, stirring up flying dust, and the cavalry rushing in the front and the Chinese soldiers and generals who were behind were all swept in. The sound of the explosion caused the barbarian soldiers and generals chasing behind to subconsciously blocked the horse. It was originally a chaotic rush. At this moment, people were overturned and horses were in chaos.

Immediately afterwards, more arrows shot in densely. At the same time, countless crowds of people were pouring out on the mountains and buildings on both sides. They burst into laughter at the barbarians, and rolling stones, rolling woods, etc. were pushed down.

Mu Bugu hurriedly stopped the horse, and looked at the Chinese people all over the mountains, and the veins on their foreheads were twitching. Seeing that the Chinese soldiers and generals had already escaped into the camp, resisted the horse, and pushed the turbulent oil truck out again. Although he was so angry that he wanted to rush up like this, he finally endured the shocking shout, snorted angrily, and turned around with his hands.

"The barbarian escaped!" Seeing the barbarians retreat, Xiao Zhang shouted loudly, and the shouts spread throughout the mountains and fields. The soldiers and civilians cheered at the right time, and even the people who fled into the village were celebrating each other excitedly in a difficult breath. The crowd was sensational and the momentum was amazing.

"Master, we won!" Qin Wuyan, dressed as a soldier, said happily behind the young man shaking his feather fan.

"Win?" The young man looked at the corpses all over the ground in the distance, showing a faint mockery, "Actually... it was just... it was defeated very gorgeously!"

Yes, it was a gorgeous defeat...it was like winning!

***

The retreat of the barbarians greatly boosted the morale of the entire camp, especially those who had escaped from the north of the Huanghe River. For them, this was the first time they had seen the barbarians retreat since the invasion of the barbarians.

Those who did not participate in the war stepped up the construction of fortifications. At the same time, more people came to help, and the towns sheltered in the rear also transported more supplies.

That night, in a temporary wooden house, Ning Jiang looked at the generals he summoned, and important figures such as Xiao Zhang and Chen Tianya. Most of these generals survived this battle and performed well, with two, or even the lowest level soldiers. Among them, there was a low-level general called Wang Keyong. He performed very well in this battle and was summoned at this time.

"I know, this victory made everyone very excited," he looked at everyone seriously, "but what I want to say is that in fact, we cannot win at all. Indeed, the enemy retreated, but our losses were also heavy. According to the points, this time, we killed about two thousand enemies in total, while we ourselves sacrificed more than three thousand comrades, and we made a lot of effort. If I were to say it, in fact, it was just a battle that was evenly matched, and we could not win at all."

He clenched his fists and felt heartbroken. However, the generals were all excited. They exchanged more than 2,000 people for more than 3,000 people, which was an unprecedented victory for them. In the past month, they only saw the people around them dying, constantly dying, and the collapse of tens of thousands or tens of thousands of people could not stop the barbarians from moving south. The corpses were everywhere and blood flowed into a river, which was exchanged for the invincible image of the barbarians.

Now, they not only successfully stopped the enemy, but also effectively damaged the opponent, which was already unimaginable for them.

Ning Jiang thought helplessly in his heart: "It's not three thousand for two thousand, but four thousand for seven hundred."

Even if the enemy was successfully in chaos, the results of the battle were finally counted. At most, there were about 700 barbarian soldiers who died in this battle, and at least 4,000 people were killed on their side, not including the ordinary people who were involved in the battlefield. Of course, a considerable number of these more than 4,000 people died when they finally retreated and were chased by barbarian soldiers. However, if they did not withdraw their troops at that time, the next one would be unquestionable defeat.

He used his proactive sound of gold to withdraw his troops and the momentum caused by the people who were actually unable to participate in the war, gorgeously covering up a nearly extremely defeat. In fact, they could be said to be unable to fight again at that time. If Mu Bugu had not been suddenly seen, the "enemy" in the mountains were shocked, and they suspected that they had the power to fight again, but they came to fight desperately, and they could not defend them at all.

But for the vast majority of people here, they have seen almost unreasonable defeats and great defeats. The strength of the enemy and their own weakness have formed strong psychological pressure.

This time, they were facing the elite of the barbarians. Even if they had a larger number of people, they were actually just a rabble that was barely gathered together. The commander was just a scholar who had never been on the battlefield before. Most of the comrades around them were defeated soldiers and brave soldiers who were about to lose their fighting spirit. In this case, being able to repel the enemy has already made them feel extremely confident.

What's more, this time they fought head-on with the barbarians and fought a real hard battle. In the end, the scene of the enemy leaving in a mess amid the laughter of the mountains also gave them a great impression.

On such a battlefield, there are not many people who can truly understand the whole game, and most people can only see the final result. It is a picture that makes everyone excited.

At this time, if Ning Hanlin shouted victory loudly to encourage them, they might still doubt the truth of the results. But in front of them, Ning Hanlin was heartbroken and poured cold water on them. Although he defeated the enemy, we were killed 3,000 and killed only 2,000 enemies. Such a result was unacceptable. We could not be considered a victory at all. Then we reviewed ourselves and expressed our mistakes, believing that the fault lies in the misjudgment of the situation. If we withdraw the troops later, we might be able to damage the enemy more severely and fail to achieve the results because I could not believe in everyone's strength.

Although Ning Hanlin always expressed that he could not accept such a result, everyone's expectations for themselves were too low in advance, so low that they even thought that as long as they did not directly defeat, they were considered a victory. After knowing such result, they were actually excited. They were so excited that they wanted to throw Ning Hanlin away. After all, under the leadership of Ning Hanlin, they successfully proved that the enemy was not that scary. As long as they dared to do it, they could really fight the enemy.

After the meeting, Ning Jiang promoted all these people, and his morale increased further.

For Ning Jiang, he knew clearly that his first step was to succeed. As long as they dared to fight, he would have a way to imagine. If he had already had an invincible idea when he saw the enemy, even the King of Heaven would not be able to help them.

Of course, he also knew very well that Mu Bugu's battle today had a loss, but the loss was not too great to bear. At least, his elites were still preserved. It won't take long for Mu Bugu's counterattack to come again.
Chapter completed!