The fire wave, the scorching fire wave, under the influence of the strong south wind, blew the fire in the dry grassland within dozens of steps to the north. Tuoba Yi and his men had already retreated. Outside the pasture, although the fire is heading north now, no one can predict when the wind will suddenly change direction like the north wind turned south just now. Only when we are here can we be considered truly safe.
They took off their helmets one by one and showed military etiquette to the more than two hundred Yan Army soldiers in the fire scene. Tuoba Yi even began to sing a requiem to comfort the souls of these enemy soldiers. They don't know each other and have no hatred. The reason why they are fighting each other is because they are on opposite sides. But a heroic death in battle will be respected even by the enemy, just like now.
Tuoba Yi's chanting finally ended. The low, monotonous notes ended with a burst of shouts from the Tuoba tribe's wolf knights. The fire gradually became smaller and extinguished. The Yellow River, which was still surging just now, also gradually The ground became calm, and in the smoke, one could see that various groups of Wei cavalry rushing from all directions had gathered on the south bank of the Yellow River, gathering under Tuoba Gui's wolf-headed banner. He waved his hand easily and looked at The lost Murong Lin on the other side had an evil sneer on his lips: "Retract the troops and set up camp."
Murong Lin sat on his horse in despair. For half an hour, he sat like this without saying a word. The north bank of the Yellow River fell into a deathly silence. All the Yan army officers and men stared blankly. Murong Lin, many people shed tears silently, looking at the charred corpses on the south bank, as well as the swollen corpses that occasionally appeared on the river, unable to say a word.
Tuoba Gui rode his horse and walked slowly, escorted by hundreds of cavalrymen including Tuoba Yi. In the charred fire field, the smell of barbecue was so nauseating that the fierce Wei cavalry could not help but frown. He covered his nose, but there was no expression on Tuoba Gui's face. He just walked to the bank of the river, looked at Murong Lin opposite, and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, King Zhao, after saying goodbye, I didn't expect to see you so soon." We have met, you must have missed me as a brother so much that you would have traveled thousands of miles to meet me."
Murong Lin came back to his senses from the great sadness and disappointment. He sat upright on the horse, gritted his teeth, and said with murderous intent in his eyes: "Tuoba Gui, don't be complacent. It's just your luck this time. You just escaped this disaster, you won’t be so lucky next time!”
Tuoba Gui smiled slightly: "Really? Let's just wait and see, but I think it is necessary to remind you that you think this is luck, but in my opinion, this is God's will. My Tuoba clan, how many After hundreds of years of countless sufferings, blood and tears, it was able to rise again and again from the edge of almost destruction. Even if the country was once destroyed by its enemies, it could still leave the seeds and finally rise again. Is this just luck? ?Murong Lin, this is the Immortal God. His care for our Tuoba clan is a reward for our sincere respect to the God for thousands of years. It is protected by the heroic spirits of our Tuoba ancestors. This is the destiny of destiny. You and other human beings can resist.”
Murong Lin said bitterly: "It's just good luck once. I don't believe you can be so lucky forever."
Tuoba Gui shook his head: "Murong Lin, I must admit that your action this time was almost perfect. The light cavalry assault bypassed the eyeliner I arranged and suddenly appeared at the Mosong Ferry. If I hadn't suddenly felt a little... Something is wrong. If you come here to inspect, you may succeed. For the sake of our cooperation, I will give you a favor this time and return these soldiers of yours to you."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and his subordinates on one side pushed out more than forty prisoners of the Yan army who had been stripped of their armor and left in only their single clothes. Most of them were sergeants who had just landed ashore. They saw that the situation was wrong and did not enter the pasture. They had nowhere to go afterward. Only a dozen Yan soldiers who fell into the water did not escape, but swam to the shore and became prisoners. These people were all dejected. Before the expedition, they had heard too much propaganda about the bloodthirsty barbarians in the prairie. They thought they must be incompetent. However, they did not expect that they could save their lives. Overjoyed, they all kowtowed and bowed loudly. Say thanks.
Three broken boats that had washed up on the shore and were not completely burned carried the more than forty prisoners back to the north shore. Murong Lin's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he picked up his big bow and pointed it at the man who had just jumped off the boat. The officer fired an arrow, and before the man's smile dissipated, an arrow shot through his chest and he fell to the ground. The troops around Murong Lin also followed suit, and the sound of bow strings vibrating came and went, in conjunction with the release of the prisoners. There were screams, and soon, silence returned to the shore.
Murong Lin put down the big bow in his hand, with a murderous look on his face, and shouted to the silent soldiers around him: "Did you see, this is the consequences of escaping from the battle and surrendering to the enemy. We, Murong Dayan's soldiers, can only die." There must be no coward who is afraid of death among the top heroes. If I am captured, you can kill me like this!"
The soldiers of the Yan Army raised their heads one by one, and Murong Lin's voice echoed in their ears: "Today, you performed very well. These days, you have been following me on the grassland and it has been very hard. We did not succeed today. , it’s not your responsibility, it’s God who made a joke on us, but it’s nothing. It just allows Tuoba Gui to live for two more days. All the soldiers who follow this king will be counted as one for their great achievements, and will be given a first-level title. All rewards will be distributed by the king personally after returning to the army."
These words made all the officers and soldiers of the Yan Army suddenly happy, and everyone cheered: "Thousand years old, thousand years old, thousand thousand years old!"
Murong Lin looked at Tuoba Gui opposite him coldly: "Tuoba Gui, we will see each other every day for a while. You'd better let your Princess Helan continue to pray for the blessing of your immortal gods every day and don't let us find a way to cross the river. Opportunity, by that time, our old and new grudges will be repaid to you together!"
Tuoba Gui's eyes flashed coldly: "Then don't bother King Zhao. You should think carefully about how to explain this failure to your brother the prince and your uncle De Huang."
As he spoke, he turned his horse's head and whispered to Tuoba Yi on the side: "Set up camp quickly and send out cavalry to patrol the river. Don't give the Yan army any opportunity to take advantage of it. Also, notify all the tribes in the east of the river. Withdraw from Wuyuan Ferry to Hetao and don’t give Murong Lin a chance to retaliate and kill.”
He Lanmin's voice sounded calmly: "Congratulations to my king, you have once again been favored by the gods. I believe that this kind of favor will accompany you throughout your life."
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