The joy of siege was lost in the syllables that could not be expressed in words.
The guards stood in silence at the city gate for a long time, choked with sobs and unable to say a word, and they didn't know how to move forward.
The tragedy in Ningcheng was even worse than that in Ancheng, but what about the others?
Do the people who died in the artillery fire feel more regretful and despairing, or do they feel more relieved that their great revenge has been avenged?
The young men in the guard still have shelter underground in Ancheng, but the people in front of them are on the 19th floor of hell.
Before, they were enjoying victory, but now they are all speechless.
Victory and the people seeking survival seem to be related but unrelated.
Lin Li's eyes turned red and he clenched the spear in his hand. The sorrow of the people of Ningcheng drew the dividing line of hell in front of this city gate.
Such tragedy shocked the hearts of the young men who had experienced the battlefield for the first time. They all involuntarily looked back to look for Qi Yuan's figure.
Qi Yuan untied his heavy cloak, and the bright yellow robe looked like the morning sun under the light of the fire. The bright color seemed to have the warmth to dispel the wind and snow, and it attracted everyone's attention as soon as it appeared.
"The guard left fifty people to appease and take care of the people, and the rest took over the royal flag and followed me straight to Pingcheng!"
The king's order had been issued, and the guards responded quickly and divided into two teams to begin executing the order in an orderly manner.
Lin Jing sat in the carriage and looked up at Qi Yuan. She was silent for a long time, her expression becoming more and more worried.
Lin Jing clasped his hands tightly, knowing that Qi Yuan's move must be to go to Pingcheng battlefield to charge in person. He also understood the implications, but he knew even more that he couldn't do it.
The situation in Ningcheng also required him to stay and arrange it, which meant that His Highness planned to seize the city with only these fifty personal guards.
Even though the Mongolian army had long ago intended to retreat, this trip was still dangerous.
But Lin Jing also understood that Wang Ling could not be changed once it was issued, which showed that Qi Yuan's determination was unshakable and he could not stop him.
An Jiu knew Qi Yuan's temper well, and after confirming that Qi Yuan's body had begun to recover, he did not dare to say anything and quietly put Qi Yuan's armor on.
The remaining guards had already led the people of An City to appease the people in front of the city gate.
The convoy brought enough supplies, and Lin Jing had already anticipated such a situation, so the trained young guardsmen were very proficient in doing things.
In just a quarter of an hour after Qi Yuan mounted his horse, the people of Ningcheng were already surrounding one side of the road.
Lin Jing got off the carriage and sat in a wheelchair. She looked at the fluttering flag and released her fisted hands. She turned her back and went to arrange Ningcheng affairs.
The common people wore cotton-padded jackets, feeling the long-lost warmth and staring blankly at the guards who were ready to go.
"Go to war!"
Qi Yuan raised the flag in one hand and pointed the sword directly at Pingcheng, then galloped away on horseback.
The guards followed closely behind, and the horses' hooves raised dust. Under the night and dust, the people firmly remembered the royal flag held high.
They didn't recognize the royal flag, they only knew it was Daxuan's army.
They recaptured Ningcheng with only a hundred people, and a miracle happened under their witness, and that small team still wanted to recapture Pingcheng and bring new hope.
"Whose army is that?"
"Whose flag is that?"
"Why, one hundred thousand border troops are not as good as one hundred, ten years! A whole ten years! Why don't you come, don't come!"
The common people who came back to their senses cried and howled, and the young men holding the guards cried hoarsely about the humiliation of the past ten years.
Lin Jing, who was sitting among the common people, had slightly red eyes but her expression remained gentle and calm.
The gentle young man wearing a green straight collar sat in a wheelchair and answered those calls in a gentle voice.
"That is the royal flag of Emperor Daxuan. It is Emperor Daxuan who leads the way. We are the emperor's personal teachers."
"Victory came late, but God gave us a wise king, an emperor who led us to victory all the time!"
Lin Jing's voice was gentle, but invisible power burst out between the lines, inspiring everyone.
Upon hearing this, the people all turned their heads to look in the direction where Wang Qi disappeared.
It was actually Wang Qi, and the one who saved them was Emperor Daxuan.
The imperial driver personally conquered.
They are really going to win!
Lin Jing's words suddenly gave the numb people a fighting spirit. Seeing that victory was about to come, the people in Ningcheng couldn't help but smile. If they had not been helpless, they would have followed the direction in which the king's flag disappeared and picked up the weapons at hand to kill the Mongolian army.
The people who longed for victory and miracles could no longer care about the disparity in combat power, and did not dare to imagine defeat.
They were precarious and just wanted to be immersed in the joy of this moment and never wake up.
Under the leadership of Qi Yuan, the guards galloped all the way and finally entered the territory of Pingcheng in the middle of the night.
The combination of interests of the Mongolian army has collapsed, and the Mongolian soldiers who have no hope of victory have long wanted to escape. If they were not suppressed by the generals and had no way to retreat, they would have opened the city gate and galloped back to the grassland.
The border town is just their entertainment ground, and the grassland is their base camp. Since there is no profit, they naturally want to retreat.
The defeat of the Mongolian army shook Ulimu's prestige in the army, and the collapse of interests among various ministries also exacerbated the rifts in the Mongolian army.
At this time, there were not many people in Pingcheng who were truly willing to follow Wulimu. Although there were tens of thousands of people, they were all unwilling to fight.
They were unwilling to sacrifice their lives for the defeat of Ulimu, but they suffered from the fact that they had no way out and were still attached to the interests in the border town.
When Qi Yuan arrived at Pingcheng, he reined in his horse and stopped. In front of the gate of Pingcheng was an endless plain, and they would be exposed if they got closer.
The fifty-man guard was like a small snack under the tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry. Although it was not enough to fill the stomach, it made people want to take a bite.
The Mongolian army needed a victory so much to break the myth of the border army's invincibility.
"Master has already thought about it, why would he agree to Young Master Jing's plan?"
An Jiu was guarding Qi Yuan, and with his deep inner strength, he had already heard the sound of approaching horse hooves and the howling of wolves.
Qi Yuan looked at the dark night with a calm tone.
"People always need encouragement."
An Jiu paused and fell silent, obviously he understood deeply that this was Qi Yuan's perfunctory answer.
The encouragement is fake, it is true that I want to use this change to stimulate Mr. Jing.
A counselor must learn to use all available forces to achieve what he wants. Only by counting everyone in it can he be foolproof, even the emperor he is loyal to.
The young men in the guard followed Qi Yuan quietly. Lin Li looked at An Jiu behind Qi Yuan with firm eyes.
Even he can now think of His Highness's intention, let alone his brother.
Perhaps this is the reason why my brother stayed in Ningcheng.
My brother believed in Your Highness and followed him to the death. How could he treat His Highness as a pawn that he could plot?
And it is precisely because of this that my brother's plan will change again and again tonight. His Highness personally stepped into the game to make a difference and pointed out his brother's weaknesses in this battle.
What they are facing now is the Mongols, and after leaving the border town, they will face Daxuan's rebels.
Those armies made up of ordinary people.
Of course Lin Jing knew that this was Qi Yuan's question to him, but he still chose to stay in Ningcheng.
He couldn't regard His Highness as a pawn. He couldn't and didn't want to. After all, he was the one who personally pulled him out of boundless despair.
Lin Li stared straight at Qi Yuan's tall back and lowered his head after a long time.
My brother is right, this is indeed someone worth following to the death.
