Riding on the war horse, Qin Gong Ying Quliang slowly closed his eyes, and a sense of sadness appeared on his face.

He knew that he had lost, and he also knew that Qin had lost.

There is no conspiracy, only a face-to-face, head-to-head contest, but it is this kind of contest that can make people feel powerless the most.

It is a kind of powerlessness in which you try your best but still fail in the end.

After a few breaths, Ying Quliang opened his eyes again, and the fallen figures of the Qin soldiers appeared in front of him. The scene of the Qin Qingqi led by Ying Qian fighting to the death appeared in front of him.

After a moment of silence, a low roar sounded on the battlefield, "Ying Qi, send an order to the entire army..."

There was a sudden pause in his voice at this moment, as if all his strength was exerted, Ying Quliang finally spat out those two words.

"withdraw troops!"

"What!" Upon hearing these two words, the deputy general Ying Qi was shocked, and then he subconsciously stopped him, "Your Majesty, you must not do this. The eldest son has not yet..."

"Ming Jin!"

Ying Quliang's teeth seemed to be bitten to pieces at this moment, and his hands that tightened the reins were covered with ferocious veins. He seemed to let out his low roar again like a wounded beast.

"withdraw troops!"

"Follow the order." Seeing Ying Quliang's determination, the deputy general Ying Qi beside him had no choice but to bow down and accept the order.

"Dang Dang Dang..."

Accompanied by the sound of gold ringing coming from the rear, the soldiers of the Qin army who were in the midst of a fierce battle fought and retreated, and gathered in the direction of the sound.

Naturally, the movements of the Qin army on the battlefield could not escape the attention of their opponents. Under the red banner of the Wei army, Lieutenant General Long Jia's face was full of excitement.

"General, the Qin army has retreated. It is time for our army to take advantage of the victory and pursue it..."

"No."

A right hand from beside him interrupted Long Jia's next words.

Pang Juan, the chief general of the Wei army, also saw the Qin army's retreat, but he also saw the corpses on the battlefield in front of him, including those of both the Qin army and the Wei army.

Although the Qin army had reached its limit and could no longer fight, the Wei army also did not have much remaining strength.

Looking away from the messy battlefield filled with corpses in front of him, Pang Juan issued the same order as Ying Quliang.

"Mingjin withdraws the troops."

"Here."

The clear golden sound also sounded from the rear of the Wei army, and together with the setting sun, it announced the end of this battle.

…

The cruel day finally left, and the dark night fell on both sides of the Jingshui River.

In the Chinese army's tent in the Wei army's camp, Pang Juan was sitting alone behind the table. Under the bright lights, the long sword shining in his hand was shining.

He gently wiped the long sword that had been with him since he came down the mountain with a piece of cloth. The indelible blood stains showed the battles that Pang Juan had experienced.

I don’t know if the comrades who fought side by side in the past are still alive. Can the vow I made in the past come back to see more can be fulfilled?

On this night after the war ended, Pang Juan, as the victor, felt a little lonely in his heart.

"General..."

Just as Pang Juan was thinking in his mind, a call from outside the tent interrupted his thoughts. The next moment, deputy general Long Jia was in front of him.

Gently placing the long sword in his hand on the table, Pang Juan raised his head and looked at the other party, "What are the casualties of the soldiers?"

Hearing Pang Juan's questioning voice and recalling the results he had just obtained, Long Jia's heart trembled.

"Reporting to the General, we have made a rough estimate of our army's losses in this battle through various ministries..."

Looking up at Pang Juan in front of him, Long Jia finally said word for word: "No less than 40,000."

"No less than forty thousand."

When he heard the number said by Long Jia, Pang Juan felt that his heart was extremely heavy.

Forty thousand or one hundred and fifty thousand, which was more than a quarter of the battle damage. Even though Pang Juan had made full preparations before the war started, he still couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

"How is the Qin army doing?"

Another question sounded, and Pang Juan's bloodshot eyes locked with Long Jia's.

"According to rough estimates, the Qin army's losses this time should be more than 60,000."

When Pang Juan heard Long Jia's report, he held the sheath in his left hand and the handle in his right hand, holding the sword tightly with both hands.

Slowly standing up from the desk, Pang Juan took advantage of the situation and put the long sword into its sheath and placed it on the sword stand behind him.

When he took his right hand away from the long sword, a look full of coldness appeared on Pang Juan's face.

If one were to say whether Pang Juan was sad about the casualties of Wei soldiers, then Pang Juan was in great pain.

But if Pang Juan had to choose again, Pang Juan would still fight this battle again on the bank of Jingshui River.

It is not worth exchanging the lives of 40,000 soldiers for 60,000 Qin troops, but if the Qin State dares not compete with the Wei army for decades, Pang Juan thinks it is worth it.

Turning around and looking back at Long Jia behind him, Pang Juan, who had regained his majesty as a general, ordered in a cold voice: "Instruct all the soldiers in the army to rest for ten days and then cross the Jingshui River westward in ten days."

"Follow orders."

When Long Jia heard Pang Juan's order, he first subconsciously bowed in response, and then asked with a bit of worry: "General, the Qin army on the other side..."

"Don't worry, I believe Guild Qin will make the right choice."

…

When Pang Juan was preparing to cross the Jing River to the west, Qin Gong Ying Quliang in the Qin army camp on the west bank of the Jing River was also wiping the long sword in his hand.

This long sword was personally forged by his brother Ying Qian when Ying Quliang ascended the throne, and it was also mixed with drops of Ying Qian's blood.

"Brothers who work together can break metal." This famous sentence from "The Book of Changes" is the last instruction left by Qin Xiangong Ying Shixi to the two brothers.

But the sword on which our lives depended was still there, but the brothers who swore an oath in front of their father-in-law were no longer there.

"Brother."

At this moment, Ying Quliang, who was alone, wanted to vent his anger, but the Qin State that was pressing on him did not allow him to do so.

He is the Duke of Qin, and he is the monarch of Qin.

"Your Majesty."

A call also interrupted Ying Quliang's thoughts. He looked up and saw his deputy, Ying Qi, appearing in front of him.

After cheering up a little, Ying Quliang looked at Ying Qi in front of him and asked, "How is the situation?"

"In this battle, our army may suffer heavy losses..."

As he spoke, he looked at Ying Quliang in front of him, but Ying Qi couldn't tell him the number.

Seeing this scene, Ying Quliang tightened his grip on the sword with his right hand. He almost suppressed the waves in his chest and asked in a deep voice: "How much, tell me."

Facing Ying Quliang's firm gaze, Ying Qi knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, our army's losses in this battle are roughly estimated to be no less than 80,000."

"What!"

Upon hearing the news, Ying Quliang was also shocked, and he rushed up from the table.

When his consciousness recovered from the shock, Ying Quliang felt that his brain was in a state of dizziness, and he took half a step back.

"Your Majesty..."

Supported by Ying Qi, Ying Quliang reluctantly cheered up and gave the order with difficulty.

"I am ordering the entire army to withdraw westward early tomorrow morning. I am also ordering the doctor to order him..."

"Abandon Yongcheng."
Chapter completed!