"Welcome the King to return triumphantly."

When Luo Yongsheng crossed Jingkou and returned to the formation, Hou Bingzhong and Zhou Bai had already cleaned the battlefield and welcomed him on the spot.

Jingkou won the first battle, and it can be seen that both of them were in a good mood, only Hou Bingzhong had a little unbearable feeling on his face.

Luo Yongsheng can understand this.

After all, he was also a regular general in the court back then, but now he is completely unmoved to see the Song army being cut into melons and vegetables like this.

But that's good. After today's big victory, I thought Hou Bingzhong would do his best to do his best and would no longer have any inappropriate thoughts.

"What is the result of our army in this battle?"

Looking around, Luo Yongsheng could see more than a dozen Song troops tied together in a row, densely packed with countless Song troops.

This problem also made Zhou Bai very excited. He had long been unable to hold back and wanted to report his military achievements.

"Go back to the king, our army killed countless enemies in this battle, captured more than 7,000 Song troops alive, and had huge weapons and supplies."

Of course, the countless enemies killed do not refer to a large number, but Zhou Bai and others were too lazy to count.

Those who died in battle at Jingkou were dragged away along the river. Who has the time to count the bodies?

"Five thousand and more than 40,000, and seven thousand enemies were captured. A great victory, everyone, we won a great victory."

Luo Yongsheng couldn't help laughing happily with such a result. Once he won the battle, he would be able to calm the people's hearts when he returned to Nanchang.

"How are our army's casualties?"

After being happy, Luo Yongsheng turned his attention to it. After hearing that there were more than 700 casualties, he couldn't help but sigh heavily.

"The pseudo-Song can lose 10,000, but our army cannot lose 1,000."

He led the Breaking Formation Cavalry to chase for more than ten miles, but he did not lose one person or one horse, but he could behead hundreds of them, but that was a military merit that was picked up for free by the head-on pursuit.

Even if the battle by Jingkou River is advantageous, it is ultimately a close-range sword. How could it be an unscathed heavenly soldier and general?

"Take all the prisoners and the soldiers who fell from our army back to Nanchang, expand a cemetery and be buried uniformly, and provide pensions based on the list of their hometowns."

The two of them clasped their fists and said that they promised.

Here comes to Jingkou, Luo Yongsheng was ready to fight a few days of encounter with the Song army, but he never expected that the commander of the Song army would be so short-sighted and forced to cross the river without a boat and raft, causing the army to be completely slaughtered in the water.

If you walk so slowly, won’t you become a living target for crossbowmen?

What's more, the backwater formation is a taboo in military strategists.

Should the head commander of the Song army treat himself as Han Xin or Xiang Yu?

So Luo Yongsheng, who had just left the city yesterday, had to lead the team back to Yongchang just one day later.

Of course, this trip back to the city was already more than 7,000 more prisoners.

"What is the king going to do with these prisoners?"

On the way back to the city, Zhou Zhen came over again and asked in a low voice.

Luo Yongsheng glanced at the guy and pushed the question back: "What are your plans?"

"I dare not say anything."

"Say, I am forgiven you without guilt."

Zhou Zhen then took a deep breath and said, "Our army is only 10,000, but there are more than 7,000 prisoners. If all these prisoners are placed in the city, there will be great disaster in the future.

This time, the people of the whole city knew that the king had the power of 5,000 troops and 150,000 troops, and they must admire Jingcong and not lack soldiers. Why do you cherish these 7,000 scattered soldiers and brave soldiers? Therefore, they should be killed to eliminate future troubles."

There are no provisions for protecting prisoners of war in this era, and killing prisoners is a very normal thing. Luo Yongsheng knew that what Zhou Zhen said was indeed reasonable.

Who made the number of these prisoners too large, and even the editor cannot be included.

Who can guarantee that there are no undercover agents in the surrender?

At that time, Luo Yongsheng will fight on the front line with his elite troops, and the rear base camp will be taken away by these surrendered troops. That will be the end.

As for the arrangement of the formal army, for example, one army will release one or two surrendered troops.

It can be seen that a piece of rat shit can ruin a pot of soup, not to mention more than 7,000 pieces of rat shit.

It was simply like looking for soup in the shit, and no matter how elite a team was, it would collapse.

So it would be no good for Luo Yongsheng wherever he lives.

Either kill or release.

If you release the animals on the front feet, you can join the military camp and pick up the swords and guns, and then attack him.

Seeing Luo Yongsheng remained silent, Zhou Zhen was really anxious, for fear that Luo Yongsheng would not be able to do anything about this matter because of benevolence and righteousness, so he tried hard to persuade: "Master, great cause is the most important thing."

If you were to play with kindness and righteousness, why did you rebel?

"I know how to do it, so don't say more."

Luo Yongsheng no longer wanted to listen to Zhou Zhen's narration, and galloped towards Nanchang, and one hundred broken formations followed closely.

Zhou Zhen, who was behind him, couldn't help but sigh in regret.

"The king has the heart of Liu Xuande."

Hou, who was chatting and laughing, Zhou Erren looked at him and couldn't help but shake his head.

This is Zhou Zhen comparing himself to Zhuge Wuhou?

At this moment, Wen Jun had just come out of the Buddhist temple in Nanchang City, and his pretty face was full of haggardness.

After Luo Yongsheng led his troops to war yesterday, she arranged a room and placed a Buddha statue. She copied the scriptures here to pray for Luo Yongsheng.

According to his husband, there was a total of 150,000 imperial troops in Jingkou, and Luo Yongsheng only brought 5,000 troops, so how could he be able to compete with him?

Wen Jun no longer thought about victory or defeat. She just hopes that Luo Yongsheng will not die in the battlefield, as long as people can come back alive.

Even if Nanchang City is broken in the future, the family of three will die together and will not be lonely on the road to the underworld.

He sighed and looked up and looked at it was getting late. He was about to go back to his room to rest when his close maid walked over and said that the old lady was here.

Luo Yongsheng had no parents, and the only one who could make the servants in the family call the old lady was Wen Jun's mother.

"You're a daughter."

As soon as he saw Wen Jun, Wen quickly stepped up, hugged him for a long time to ask about his well-being, and then he couldn't help feeling distressed when he saw his daughter's expression was haggard.

What kind of evil did this cause? I found a son-in-law who rebelled.

"Mom is here, have you eaten? My daughter sends someone to prepare."

"Woman is in the mood to have a meal now." He took his daughter's hand into the room, and Wen's eyes were filled with tears: "The imperial army has arrived, and our Hongzhou will be captured by the court soon. By then, the day the city is broken, my daughter will be the time for our family to be awarded the title."

An old woman in her fifties did not take life and death too seriously, but she also had sons, daughters, grandsons and grandsons. These were all the flesh of Wen’s heart.

When they thought that the family might be taken to the execution ground in ten days, how could Wen not be afraid? How could he eat the sweet taste of food?

"Mom, haven't you been saying 'Marry a chicken and follow a chicken and follow a dog'?" Wen Jun held Wen's hand and whispered: "If your husband is defeated, your daughter will never survive, but your daughter will send someone to send you and your father and brother out of the city to take refuge."

"Daughter, why don't you take Yusheng with us? Our family will escape from Hongzhou. Let's go to the southwest mountains and hide our names."

"I won't leave."

Wen Jun shook his head firmly and said, "This is the fate of his daughter. Who told her to marry her husband? Their men cannot get involved in what they want to do. They only know that husband and wife should be together for life and death. If the husband is defeated, the daughter is a rebel lady and should die. If the husband is capable, the daughter can also see the only wealth in this world."

Wen's eyes widened in shock, and even felt that her daughter was already crazy because of anxiety.

Seeing that he was about to give the first place, he was still dreaming of becoming a queen?

Just as I was about to persuade me again, footsteps sounded outside the door, and a maid rushed in and knelt on the ground.

"Congratulations to the queen, the king has won a great victory, and now it has won triumph."

A great victory?!

Wen Jun suddenly stood up and said anxiously: "What did you say? A great victory?"

"It was indeed a great victory." The maid smiled happily and reported truthfully: "The king defeated 150,000 Song troops at the verge of the verge of death, killed tens of thousands of enemies, and brought back nearly 10,000 prisoners."

Wen Jun no longer listened to the maid's words. At this moment, he had already carried the hem of the skirt and ran out the door quickly, but he didn't even care about his own mother.

Wen Jun was anxious to see his husband, while Wen was dumbfounded and his thoughts were confused.

All my son-in-laws become the true dragon emperor who is destined to be.
Chapter completed!