Female-to-male: I live on farming

When Pang Tong returned, he had already collapsed from his horse and was lying in the tent, with a military doctor treating his wounds.

"General, more than half of our troops were killed or wounded in this battle, and now our combat effectiveness is only more than 40,000." The deputy general standing below hung his head, with a bandage on his arm, and blood was faintly seeping out.

Pang Tong was lying on a simple camp bed, his eyes dazed. There was a hole in his abdomen caused by Xiao Anyi's gun, and the bleeding had just stopped.

He had been in the army for more than ten years, and he had never thought that he would be defeated, and defeated so quickly. Not only was the strategic deployment wrong, but today he was defeated by a young girl who had just started out.

The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became quiet and no one spoke for a while.

Until finally, the deputy general couldn't help but whispered: "General, why don't we withdraw the army?"

His voice was apprehensive. After all, such words would simply shake the morale of the army. Shaking the morale of the army was a taboo in a war. But what morale was there in the army now? When he walked out of the tent and took a look, all the soldiers were listless and lackluster.

"… Let's fix it first."

Pang Tong did not scold him. He was silent for a long while before uttering this sentence.

……

The defeated soldiers were all dejected, covered in dust and blood, and looked exhausted. On the other side, the morale was high, and they were happy even when they were cleaning up the battlefield.

At this time, in the meeting hall of Xiaocheng, the generals and deputy generals in the army were looking at the princess with high spirits.

"Your Highness, what should we do next? Please give us your instructions."

Although Xiao Anyi is the highest commander in the army, since His Highness is here, naturally all actions in the army are based on His Highness's orders.

"Order the army to rest for the time being."

"Your Highness, can...?" One of the lieutenants didn't quite understand. They had clearly won a victory today and morale was high, so they should have pressed on to pursue the victory.

Jinyang never made arbitrary decisions when commanding a war, and everyone in the camp was free to express their opinions. Seeing that someone held a different opinion, he did not care, but raised his head and explained: "The Northern Army is now short of food and grass. Even if we transport food from the capital immediately, it will take half a month. We only need to wait until they are about to run out of ammunition and food, and then we can attack them at the lowest cost."

Hearing this, everyone understood what His Highness meant.

Xiao Anyi frowned and thought for a moment, then suggested, "Your Highness, during this period of time, we can also send out small groups of troops every day to harass them from time to time, launch attacks at irregular intervals, and consume their energy. After a few days, they will definitely be exhausted."

"This is a very good plan. You can arrange it."

Sure enough, starting from the next day, the Northern Army was attacked by them from time to time. The scale of the attacks was not large, but it could not be ignored.

Sometimes it was in the early morning when the sun had not yet risen completely; sometimes it was in the dead of night when the moon was high in the sky. No matter which time period, they might be attacked suddenly.

Although these attacks did not cause them much harm, they kept their nerves in a state of high tension and they dared not relax for a moment. This constant threat and tension made it impossible for them to really relax and they always remained vigilant.

The daily meals were even more unbearable, with only some thin soup and a small amount of food, which could hardly satisfy basic hunger and hunger.

This diet not only affected their physical recovery, but also made them feel tired and weak. In just a few days, everyone in the Northern Army camp looked listless and had lost a lot of weight compared to when they first arrived.

What made Pang Tong even more angry was that every time the enemy came, they would take the opportunity to challenge him, saying, "All of you present are soldiers from Dayan. Princess Jinyang has pity on you. If you surrender, you will not be killed. They will treat the captives well..."

After several incidents, the soldiers, who were already hungry and exhausted from dealing with enemy attacks all day, heard this so many times that some of them began to want to retreat and become deserters, and the morale of the army became increasingly unstable.

Having just dealt with some deserters, Pang Tong heard a familiar voice coming from the camp again.

"Enemy attack!!"

The gongs and drums sounded again.

Just like the story of the boy who cried wolf, they had encountered countless surprise attacks before, and each time it was just a lot of noise but little results.

Naturally, they subconsciously thought that this time would be the same as before, which caused them to act much slower than normal. As a result, when they picked up their weapons and went out, they saw a large number of soldiers in front of them.

Suddenly I realized that this was a real enemy attack.

In panic, they took up weapons to resist their attacks, but they were no match for them who had been prepared for a long time and were full of energy.

You know, Xiao Anyi arranged people to attack the Northern Army from time to time, and divided them into several troops. This time the attack was carried out by this troop, so the next time it was them, they would take a good rest and send another troop.

Several troops were dispatched in rotation, which not only ensured that each troop had enough rest, but also completed its mission. This was the reason why even though they were dispatched every day, the soldiers' morale was always very good.

Some people saw that the Northern Army was doomed to fail, and they remembered the legend among the army that Princess Jinyang was unparalleled in strategy, virtue and benevolence. They could not help but throw down their weapons, squat aside and raise their hands in surrender.

Xiao Anyi passed by on horseback, glanced at them indifferently, and went straight to chase the others.

Fifty thousand troops came out in full force, sweeping towards the remaining Northern Army. Like a surging tide, they surrounded the Northern Army fiercely, forming an airtight encirclement.

The Northern Army soldiers were pale and terrified. The Northern Army, which had long been exhausted, was filled with despair and fear. However, most of them did not surrender, but held their weapons tightly and fought to the death.

The morale of the 50,000-man army was high, and their eyes were shining with the light of victory. The flashes of swords and the shadows of sabers crisscrossed, and the shouts of killing resounded through the sky. Soldiers on both sides tried their best, and lives were lost every moment.

This battle lasted from noon to dusk. Pang Tong had not yet fully recovered from his last injury, and he was obviously weaker when he faced Xiao Anyi again.

There is no such thing as not taking advantage of someone's misfortune on the battlefield. He fired the silver spear in his hand vigorously, and after a few rounds, he shot the crescent-shaped sword out of Pang Tong's hand.

Then another bullet penetrated the armor and pierced Pang Tong's chest. His pupils dilated, blood gushed out, and he died instantly.

"The leader of the Northern Army, Pang Tong, has been executed! Why don't the rest of you surrender?"

Xiao Anyi maintained this posture, stood up slightly on his horse and shouted loudly, determined to let everyone hear it.

The remaining soldiers looked up and saw this scene. Seeing that the general was dead, they instantly lost all their fighting spirit and their weapons fell to the ground.