Xiaoyao Xiaodu Doctor brings space to raise cute brothers and sisters

Feng Ling accepted his request for peace, but did not stop attacking the city.

Luoba City was within his grasp, so he had no reason to give up halfway.

Feng Ling asked the messenger soldier who was sitting in a basket and holding a small white flag and being lowered by a rope from the city to tell Mo Qi, "It won't be too late to negotiate after we capture Luoba City."

Mo Qi received the reply and gritted his teeth in hatred.

A fire broke out on the city wall, and the setting sun, reflected by the fire, was as red as blood.

His eyes were also burned red by the raging fire, and the screams and wails around him rushed straight into his eardrums.

Watching the soldiers around him fall one after another.

A cold and desolate feeling rose in his heart.

The part of my chest that was shot was also throbbing with pain.

The setting sun on the battlefield is as red as blood, and bones are exposed in the wilderness for thousands of miles.

This is the truest portrayal of this moment.

He waved his hands weakly and uttered a word with difficulty: "Retreat!"

Mo Qi stood under a tree, blood oozing from his shoulder, staining his battle robe red.

A personal guard stepped forward, tore off a piece of his clothes and used it to bandage the wound on his shoulder.

Mo Qi seemed not to feel any pain, staring at the city gate at the foot of the mountain with a telescope in hand.

He almost held his breath as he watched the Black Armor Army escorting Feng Ling on horseback into the city.

At this moment, he hated his good eyesight!

Wherever that man went, his spirit was like a raging fire, and his invincible prestige was in stark contrast to the cold murderous aura of the man on horseback who was like ten thousand years of ice, which made him feel awe-inspiring.

He clenched his fists, the tendons in his neck bulged, and in the firelight, he could clearly see the throbbing of his blood vessels.

It won't be long before there is another battle between them.

By then, he will use the blood of the Black Armor Army to wash away the shame of this battle.

Night gradually approaches and severe cold covers the earth.

The soldiers of the Nanjia Army were bent over, hunched over, in tattered clothes, covered in blood, with messy hair, and staggering steps. Every bone and every marrow was clamoring with hunger, and they dragged themselves forward by inertia.

In this war, they were not defeated by the Black Armor Army of Xiliang, but by hunger.

Mo Qi led the remaining 200,000 exhausted Nanjia soldiers and retreated with difficulty into a forest outside the city.

His stomach felt like it was on fire, but it wasn't painful. It was as if a vacuum cleaner had sucked out all the air inside, and there were more than a hundred hands scratching and stirring in his stomach.

He felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, but there was nothing in his empty stomach to vomit.

A personal guard killed a seriously injured warhorse with a broken leg, collected a bowl of horse blood, and brought it to Mo Qi.

The horse blood was steaming and had a fishy smell that rushed straight into the nose.

But Mo Qi no longer cared about these. He urgently needed food to replenish his physical strength and his empty spirit.

He took the bowl, suppressed his nausea, and gulped down the "life-saving food" that he would never forget in his life.

Behind him, the hunting soldiers also came back one after another, dragging their prey.

The camp was revitalized, like cold water poured into hot oil.

The soldiers stared at the food with green eyes, like hungry wolves.

……

Outside the west gate of Luoba City, Feng Ling sat cross-legged in a makeshift tent, leisurely eating melon seeds.

Next to him, Hao Ge'er touched a piece of crystal Poria cocos cake on the table and slowly brought it to his mouth.

On the opposite side, Mo Qi, with his capable bodyguards, tried hard to take his eyes away from the plates of pastries in front of him. He stared at Feng Ling, wishing he could stare seventeen or eighteen holes in his body.

The ceasefire and peace terms proposed by Feng Ling were very harsh.

The three cities of Nanjia that Xiliang had captured all returned to Xiliang.

Nanjia compensated Xiliang for all the losses in this war, totaling one million taels of silver.

In short, he would not stop until he tore a large piece of flesh from Nan Jia and made them deeply feel the pain of starting a war.

Mo Qi suppressed the rage in his heart and bargained with gritted teeth.

He has received a reply from his father.

When his father received the war report, he was furious. The imperial physician said that he had the symptoms of a stroke and asked him to end the war and return to the palace immediately.

Thinking of the second and third princes in Beijing who were also eyeing the throne, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

In the tent, the two sides exchanged verbal attacks.

In the end, the peace talks ended with Nanjia ceding three cities and paying a compensation of 200,000 taels of silver.

Wang Xin brought the three little ones and witnessed the entire process of the peace negotiation in the space.

Wang Xin was speechless.

This is a typical turf war.

Who has the stronger strength? Who has the stronger fist? Who has the final say?

This war started over the formula of the Thunder Ball ended before anyone even got a glimpse of the Thunder Ball!

Feng Ling arranged temporary garrisons for the three newly acquired cities, submitted a memorial to his mother, reporting the battle situation and the ceasefire and peace talks, and asked his mother to rename the three cities before preparing to return to the court.

As for the battle in Beiyue, after Feng Zhao and her Eighteen Riders of Zhaoyun arrived at the battlefield, they quickly stabilized the situation, turned passive defense into active offense, and captured a city in Beiyue.

At this rate of progress, Feng Ling estimated that the war with Beiyue would not last long.

After all, the three kingdoms were equally powerful.

As soon as Nanjia stopped fighting, Xiliang captured three cities and its strength increased again.

This is a long time.

It turns out that even if Xiliang country alone withstands the pressure from Nanjia and Beiyue countries, it can still force Nanjia to cede land and pay compensation.

What's more, it's one-on-one now. The pressure that Xiliang originally borne has now shifted to Beiyue.

Before returning to the capital, several people went back to Shuocheng and Changshou Mountain.

An Lushan's legs have basically recovered. Except for the fact that he still can't run or jump, he has no problem walking on a daily basis.

I believe that it won't be long before he can recover to his previous state.

As soon as they met, An Lushan and An Luxi, brother and sister, gave Wang Xin a big gift.

Wang Xin cured An Lushan's leg, which was equivalent to saving his life.

The gratitude in the hearts of the brother and sister is beyond words.

They did not stay in Shuocheng for long. Feng Ling met several generals and officials in the city, and then he and Wang Xin and others rushed to Changshou Village without stopping.

When they arrived, smoke was rising from the village and every household was preparing dinner.

Under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, several old men were chatting while smoking pipes, and a few naughty boys were chasing and playing around.

Hearing the sound of horse hooves, they all stood up and looked in the direction of the sound.

Among them, a dark and thin boy of about five or six years old with a big head and a small body, was the first to see Xiao Ge'er, who was riding a snow-white horse, wearing a red dress and nestling in Wang Xin's arms.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then widened them. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Xiao Ge'er excitedly, his voice filled with uncontrollable excitement: "It's...it's the boss, the boss is back! The boss is back!"

As he shouted, he ran towards the horse, two lines of excited tears flowing down his dark face.

The sound was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, and the sound spread in all directions.

Immediately, more than a dozen children who heard the sound rushed out of the village and gathered in the direction where the sound came from.

Gradually, more and more families opened their doors, and more people rushed out, pouring towards the village like a tide.

Xiao Ge'er also happily waved her chubby hands at the little boy and shouted, "Goudan... Goudan, I'm back!"

Her little cheeks were red and her face was full of excitement about meeting her friends.

Wang Xin, Feng Ling and their group pulled the reins.

Feng Ling jumped off the horse, stretched out a hand, helped Wang Xin off the horse, then carried Xiao Ge'er off the horse and put her on the ground.

As soon as Xiaoge'er's feet landed on the ground, she stretched out her arms and rushed towards Goudan. The two friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time laughed and hugged each other...