The King of Saiqian took off his armor and sat on the sable fur, panting heavily.

This night was too magical for him. After just lying down and sleeping for a while, the whole army collapsed and he became a stranded dog.

Slowly, more and more Oirat defeated troops gathered, five hundred, six hundred, one thousand, one thousand five...

Badan reported the military information to the prince, saying that more and more tribal warriors gathered, making the King of Saiqian decadent, and finally a hint of joy appeared on his disappointed face.

Fortunately, there are still tribal warriors returning, and the entire army is wiped out.

Seeing more and more warriors, the King of the Catch suddenly thought of Yesen's defeat.

Although it was a great defeat, there were not many warriors who suffered losses from each tribe. In the end, they could gather the tribes, capture Juyong Pass again, and rob the Ming Dynasty.

Although he was defeated by the Ming army this time, he could not kill all of his warriors under his command, perhaps even if he could not kill them all, because of the possibility of Su Cheng defeating him.

The originally dark heart of Saiqian King was once again covered with the light of hope.

Looking into the distance, the King of Saiqian looked at the warriors of various tribes who were fleeing on the road to death, and rekindled hope in his heart. I may not be as good as the Grand Tutor, and I cannot reunite the warriors of my command and still dominate the grassland.

The decadence on Saiqian King's face dissipated and his eyes shone brightly.

Badan, who reported on the military information, watched the King of the Symphony regain hope again, and his respect for the King of the Symphony was added to his heart. He deserved to be the leader who led us to dominate the grassland and the younger brother of the Grand Master.

As long as the leader’s hope is not extinguished, why worry about not making a comeback?

"Batan"

The King of Saiqian suddenly stood up and pointed at the defeated generals of the Oirat around him, with a proud look on his face.

"Sucheng is still unwise, so I have gathered so many warriors again."

"Last time the Grand Tutor was defeated by him, and he could regroup and attack the Ming Dynasty again. Isn't it just that there were enough warriors who escaped when they collapsed?"

"The wise warriors of my Ola tribe would not fall twice in one place, nor would they let the same wolf steal the second sheep. Su Cheng Wuzhi fell twice in one place."

As he said that, the King of the Symposium became excited, and his hands and feet danced, pointing to the nearby hills, and said excitedly:

"If I were Su Cheng, I would have a team of partial divisions here. Just a rain of arrows and a round of rushing will cause the warriors of our clan to be killed or injured..."

"kill……"

The sound of yelling and killing suddenly rang out.

Immediately afterwards, a sparse rain of arrows fell from the top of the hill and shot into the ruthless Oirat remnants, which stirred up screams.

A black head emerged from the top of the hill with torches.

The shouts of killing sounded, and the Ming army began to rush downwards.

Badan was confused. Looking at the King of the Symposium who was still open, his face was twisted. He wanted to say, "Captain, what you said is right. Su Cheng really lays a side master here and shoots a rain of arrows."

The hope that had just ignited in the king's heart was suddenly wiped out. How could this happen?

Isn’t Su Cheng Wuzhi? How could he ambush the side master here?

This was not the case when the Grand Master defeated him!

I, underestimate the Ming army generals!

No, I underestimate Sucheng. In the history of the war between Oirat and Ming Dynasty, Sucheng is no less than the old emperor who grandpa Mahamu said.

It's over!

"Chief, go, take the leader away."

The King of the Saiqian Wang, who had reacted, grabbed him and left. Badan even scolded the Oirat soldiers who had not reacted, drew their swords and faced the Ming army that was charging forward, hoping to buy time for the leader to escape.

"kill"

The shouts were like a mountain shout. The Ming army's shouts were loud, but the arrows were shot sparsely, and the speed of rushing down the hillside was also very slow.

On the hill, Ren Yao finally confirmed that the King of the Contest had escaped.

Yang Yu took the lead and rushed down. The Ming army rushed down from the hillside was like a black torrent, instantly cutting off the remaining Oirat soldiers who were fleeing in a panic.

The Ming army was waiting for the effort, and the Oirats were on their backs. Most of the more than 2,000 people that had originally gathered were intercepted in an instant, and only a few hundred people chased the King of Saiqian and escaped.

Liu Jian walked to Ren Yao with a blood-stained steel knife in his hand and walked to the body of the Oirat soldiers, looking at the Oirat soldiers who were fleeing in the distance:

"Catch up, these are hundreds of heads, a great credit?"

Ren Yao wiped the blood from the steel knife clean on the corpses of the Oirat people on the ground, and then sheathed the knife, saying proudly:

"What are you chasing!"

"I have completed what the Marquis has assigned and made great contributions, perfectly tight."

"Old Liu, don't ruin my good deeds. I'll come to you when the Marquis messes with me."

As he said that, Ren Yao slapped Yang Yu on the shoulder while holding her waist and panting:

"You guys can't do it. When you brag about being a village brave, you killed the gangsters. It's still so bad when you go to the battlefield."

"Get out the troops and return to the camp, I want to report the merits to the Marquis, and this time I want to win the wife and son."

Ren Yao's proud voice sounded under the hills.

...

Capital City, Wenhua Hall.

The morning court had just ended, and Emperor Jingtai Zhu Qiyu left the morning court, leaving behind several important officials from the cabinet and the Ministry of War.

Yu Qian sat upright on the chair with a serious expression.

The minister Yu Shan is here, looking like he is wandering around the sky. The Grand Secretary of the Cabinet Chen Xun looked back and forth with Yu Qian and Chen Mao beside him, with great worries.

After Zhu Qiyu changed her robe, she returned to the hall and sat on a chair. Her young face was full of energy. Her gloomy expression disappeared a few days ago due to repeated defeats.

"My gentlemen, Chen Hou, Sucheng won the battle and reversed the situation between our Ming Dynasty and the Oirat. How should we reward us? What was the discussion between the Governor's Office of the Five Army and the Ministry of War?"

When Chen Mao heard this, his eyes glanced at Yu Qian with a slight gaze, and immediately bowed and said:

"Your Majesty clearly understands that the Marquis of Wuqing won too quickly. The old minister had not had time to discuss with the Ministry of War. This matter would take some time."

Yu Qian bowed:

"Your Majesty, this matter needs to be adjourned before discussion. The war between our Ming Dynasty and the Ola has not yet ended completely. There are still some subsequent wars. If the Marquis of Wuqing is defeated, we will never be able to imprison Wuqing."

"The merits and demerits can be offset. Even if the Marquis of Wuqing has a defeat, it will not be too late to discuss the reward after the victory is offset by each other."

Zhu Qiyu disagreed after hearing this:

"Mr. Yu, please speak. Wu Qinghou fought countless times in all battles, fighting for 40,000 to 80,000, and also fighting for 100 to 500. He has never lost any results, and he will never be able to do so in the future."

Zhu Qiyu was fascinated by Su Cheng, but it was nothing more than that. No matter how difficult the situation was, as long as Su Cheng was there, he could send him the news of victory.

Yu Shan, the Minister of War, spoke out:

"Your Majesty, don't blame me. Secretary Yu just discusses things on the matter. General Changsheng also has times when he is defeated. Lord Yu is in the position of Minister of War. He must be thorough in thinking. If the Marquis of Wuqing makes greater contributions, he will give them hurriedly now, and the people of the world should think that Your Majesty has treated the meritorious officials with great mercy."

Zhu Qiyu's eyes lit up when he heard this. Yu Shan is worthy of being a person from the residence. He knows my heart well and knows that I believe in Sucheng.

"Mr. Yu said very well, but he would not reward him for his contributions, not..."

"His Majesty"

The old stubborn Yu Qian suddenly spoke, interrupting Zhu Qiyu's words, and the solemnity on his face disappeared, with a hint of disgust:

"Wu Qing Hou is good at fighting and has a chance to lose. His Majesty was waiting to win the battle yesterday. It has passed. Today, it is too much to reward all the ministers when the war is not over."

"Wuqing Hou will also defeat the war. Your Majesty, don't be blinded by his sweet words anymore. Wuqing Hou said that he was invincible, but it was just a lie to deceive..."

"Report..."
Chapter completed!