Things like fighting are inherently full of contingencies. Since we are on the battlefield, there is no 100% win.
It is not terrible to lose a battle. Even Liu Deng did not dare to expect that he would win every battle.
However, it is one thing to win without fighting, but it is another thing to escape without fighting...
There was a great chaos in the imperial court, and 400,000 rebels stormed Jinyang. Dou Ying could not protect himself, so forget it.
The King of Yan, Liu Jia, never expressed his position from the beginning to the end, and he did not even send a single reinforcement.
It was only after the war ended that he sent a memorial, saying that the Huns seemed to be showing signs of attacking.
And what were the Huns doing at that time? At that time, the military minister Shanyu was attacking the Western Regions with overwhelming force.
Almost all the thirty kingdoms in the Western Regions fell to the hands of the Huns.
Before that, the Wuhuan people had just experienced a disastrous defeat. How could the Yan country have anything to worry about?
Of course, although the emperor did not criticize this kind of political speculation, he also kept this account in his heart.
Night fell again and it started to rain. The cold raindrops fell on Feng Changge's face drop by drop. He finally opened his eyes after being in a coma for three days.
The injury on his chest has now worsened, and his forehead is frighteningly hot.
Ten days ago, he set out unsteadily from the garrison.
All the food in the fort had been burned cleanly, but fortunately he dug out some refined salt from the ashes.
He cut some horse meat from the dead horses outside, salted it and used it as dry food on his back, which could barely support his movements.
I originally thought that I would be able to find someone to ask for help in a nearby town.
But he didn't expect that when he arrived at the town after all the hard work, the place had already turned into a Shura field.
In desperation, he could only continue on the road and march towards the Great Wall alone.
Looking at the current situation, it is estimated that only the Great Wall may still have defenders.
Without his war horse, he could only go on the road alone.
Every breath would affect the injury in his chest, and the heart-wrenching feeling made his whole body miserable.
But at this time, he has no other way. If he can't find a military doctor, I'm afraid his life will be completely lost here.
Rabbit Ridge is a full eighty miles away from the Great Wall. Even if he is not injured, it will take at least three days to reach it.
Not to mention now, he had been walking for seven days, but the Great Wall was still out of reach.
The horsemeat he carried was almost eaten, and the water bag on his back was already empty.
When passing by a high slope, his foot slipped and he rolled down the slope.
His vision went dark and he fainted. If it hadn't been for the heavy rain today, he would have starved to death in a day or two, even if he was hungry.
The rain was pouring down, and he collapsed helplessly in the mud. He tried his best to open his mouth and let the rain fall into his mouth.
Although the cold rain made him tremble all over, it also made his groggy head finally regain some clarity.
After drinking some rainwater, his body finally recovered a little, and he was barely able to stand up and move around.
With all his strength, he crawled out of the mud and climbed under a tree.
With his back against the trunk of the big tree, he was panting heavily.
The horse meat carried on the back was already soaked in mud and water.
Horse meat actually doesn't taste good, especially after it's soaked in mud and water. It tastes like eating a greasy rag.
But he still bit hard, ate some horse meat, drank some rainwater, and stood up again.
He picked up a branch from the ground nearby and used it as a crutch, and continued on the road limping.
To survive, this became his only belief.
This world is real and cruel. Even though he has tried hard to survive, the Great Wall still seems so out of reach.
The rain finally stopped, and the road became even muddy after the rain. His body was covered in mud, and he was limping like a lone wolf.
I don’t know how long I walked, but the Great Wall finally appeared in front of me.
Double images began to appear in front of his eyes, which was a sign that his physical strength had reached its limit.
Now he urgently needs the help of military doctors, even though he has thrown away everything he can throw away, even the broken knife.
But he was reluctant to throw away the three heads hanging around his waist no matter what.
It would be almost impossible for a prisoner like him to get treatment from military doctors in normal times, but now in wartime, this head is his only bargaining chip.
The big man judged military achievements by heads. With these three heads, he should be able to exchange for his own life.
But reality often makes people despair. When he limped to the foot of the Great Wall, he discovered that there was no one on the top of the wall.
"Is there anyone? Is there anyone!"
He used all his strength to roar.
But the answer to him was only a whisper...
There are no traces of battle at the foot of the Great Wall. The empty Great Wall silently tells his sadness.
He was hysterical and used all his strength to climb up to the top of the city.
However, no one was seen until he arrived at the abandoned camp next to him, where he found half a piece of military order that had not yet been burned.
Save your strength and return to Jicheng...
Because of these eight simple words, the defenders of the Great Wall retreated without a fight.
A deep despair surged into my heart, and all my faith completely collapsed.
He angrily picked off the human head from his waist and threw it hard on the stone on the roadside.
The fishy liquid seeped out of the ferocious head again.
He collapsed on the ground slumped, his vision went dark, and he fainted again.
Several vultures soon found him collapsed on the ground.
"Whoosh——"
The sharp claws were aimed at his throat, and at the last moment, an arrow shot through the air.
The wages of avarice is death.
The death of the vulture fully proves the correctness of this statement.
The death of their companions immediately caused the vultures still hovering in the air to flee. Then, a group of black-armored knights came to the foot of the Great Wall.
"Boss, this guy is still angry!"
A black-armored knight dismounted and took a breath of Feng Changge's breath.
"Give him some water! Maybe he can tell us something!"
The leading knight thought for a moment and then said.
"W-who are you?"
Feng Changge asked weakly after waking up.
"Looking at your appearance, are you a defender of the Great Wall or a garrison nearby?"
The knight did not answer his question, but asked instead.
"I am a garrison from Tu'erling. Who are you?"
"Did you kill these three Wuhuan people?"
The leading knight looked at him with interest.
"Yes, of the eight people in our fort, I was the only one who came out. There were too many people to bring here, so I took three!"
"Do you know where the defenders of the Great Wall have gone? Why are there no signs of any battle near here?"
"These sons of bitches fled without a fight!"
Feng Changge collapsed on the ground and weakly took out the half-burned military order from his arms.
