We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Yang Xuan could hear what happened next.

But she didn't look back, nor did she order Jie Quan to stop.

She just lay on the horse's back, holding the reins tightly with both hands, constantly squeezing the horse's strength to speed up.

She couldn't stop.

As the commander of this cavalry, once she stops, everyone will stop.

Run! Only run!

Escape with the surviving cavalry and run back to Xiangping City with these brothers!

The ghost face looked even more hideous under the moonlight. Through the holes in the mask, one could vaguely see two lines of crystal tears flowing through.

"Drive! Drive! Drive!"

. . . . . .

Jie Quan shouted loudly and whipped the horsewhip in his hand wildly.

When the warhorse reached its maximum speed, he put down the whip and instead held the long sword in both hands.

The three Xie brothers followed the commander-in-chief from humble beginnings, fighting battles all the way from north to south.

The eldest brother Jie Quan is the Marshal's trusted and beloved general.

The third brother, Jie Ming, is the youngest captain in the National Protection Army.

Only he has all the knowledge, but he is neither good at literature nor martial arts, so he can only serve as a deputy general beside the young lady.

But Jie Quan had no regrets about this. Being a deputy general was already a good position. It was a position that only a trusted person could hold. The Marshal believed in him.

Two generations of the Yang family have never let him down, and he will never let the Yang family down!

And King Feng...

Before meeting Li Che, Jie Quan didn't believe that there were really kings and princes in the world who cared about the lives of their subjects and soldiers.

However, Li Che was different. Although Jie Quan would not say anything, he saw everything Li Che did.

It's not shameful to be loyal to such a prince!

Jie Quan laughed heartily, letting the night wind blow into his mouth, his scarlet eyes fixed on the armored cavalry that was getting closer and closer.

The Pi Shi Army is so powerful!

What about the Khan's guards? What about the strongest cavalry outside the Great Wall?

Watch me solve all the problems and break the formation!

boom--

Jie Quan rushed into the Pi Shi army, and as he swung the sword in his hand, the warhorse under his crotch neighed.

The blade had a tricky angle and fell through the gap in the helmet of an armored knight, throwing a huge head high into the air.

Jie Quan laughed loudly and clamped the belly of the wildly twisting warhorse.

A rider rushed from the side and hit the side of the warhorse directly.

The huge impact force knocked Jie Quan and his horse away. The warhorse neighed and Jie Quan felt a sweet taste in his throat.

After falling to the ground, Jie Quan felt unbearable pain all over his body, as if his bones were breaking one by one.

Seeing the big knife falling beside him, Jie Quan tried his best to reach out and grab it, but his body felt as if filled with lead and he couldn't move an inch.

"As expected, I'm too weak." Jie Quan smiled with relief, "Not as good as my eldest brother and third brother."

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from my ears:

"General Jie, we are here!"

Jie Quan endured the pain and looked to the side and back.

Two hundred elite cavalrymen rushed towards the enemy's armored cavalry like arrows from a bow.

There was a gleam of determination in their eyes, and the weapons in their hands flashed coldly in the moonlight.

For a moment, the sound of metal clashing, the neighing of war horses and the roars of soldiers intertwined together, forming a tragic and heroic northern war song.

The cavalry charged forward recklessly, their spears and heavy swords constantly slashing at the enemy's armor.

However, it only sparked a few sparks.

The armored cavalry was too powerful, well-equipped and well-trained.

Although the cavalry were extremely brave, they gradually fell into a desperate situation due to the disadvantages in numbers and equipment.

"Ahhhh!!!" Jie Quan roared, gripped the long knife in his hand, and stood up from the ground with all his courage.

boom--

Before he could rush forward, a warhorse suddenly blocked his way.

The Khitan knight on horseback just kicked Jie Quan lightly, and Jie Quan fell to the ground, vomiting blood.

When he raised his head again, a lance was placed on his neck.

"Don't move." The Khitan knight said lightly.

Jie Quan angrily asked, "Who are you?"

He saw that the style of this knight's armor was different from that of other knights in the Pi Shi army. It seemed to be more exquisite and had various patterns on it.

"Commander Xianwen of the Zuopishi Army, Hallehan." The knight said slowly.

Jie Quan's pupils constricted.

Detailed and steady leadership!

The Pi Shi Army selected the best from the Khitan tribes as its own troops and appointed trusted ministers as commanders. There were four Pi Shi Xianwen Divisions: Left, Right, South and North, known as the Four Pi Shi, each with a Xianwen commander.

Commander Xianwen was the highest commander in the Pi Shi Army and the most trusted confidant among Yelu He's confidants.

Is it possible that the person who came with the Khitan army this time is a commander?

"Don't struggle, just wait and see," Halehan said, "Your body can no longer move."

Jie Quan suddenly woke up and looked towards the battlefield.

One by one, the National Protection Army cavalrymen fell, and their blood dyed the ground beneath their feet red.

These elite cavalrymen were already considered heavy cavalry, but in front of the organized armored cavalry, they were still like children facing adults, without any ability to fight back.

In the end, all 200 elite cavalrymen died heroically. No one retreated and no one surrendered.

When the last breath of life dissipated from the body of the last cavalryman, only the armored cavalry of the Pi Shi Army remained on the battlefield.

They stood silently among the corpses and broken weapons on the ground, looking at the remaining cavalry led by Yang Xuan who had already run away, and did not pursue them anymore.

"Huh..." Halehan sighed deeply and looked at Jie Quan below him. "Today I know that Qing Kingdom also has so many heroic and brave warriors."

Xie Quan's eyes were red as he sneered, "You bastard, you're blind. We are not from Daqing at all!"

"Oh?" Harlehan was not angry, but remained calm. "May I ask who you are?"

"We are all from the Fengguo Army, the Great Fengguo National Protection Army!" Jie Quan gritted his teeth, tears of blood threatening to burst out of his eyes. "Your Highness, the Prince of Feng, will avenge today's vengeance a hundredfold!"

The National Protection Army was not protecting Daqing, but Fengguo.

Khalhan thought silently for a moment, then smiled helplessly: "When two armies fight, there is no hatred, only positions."

"If we're talking about grudges, your Fengtian Army raided our camp at night, killing hundreds of people."

But he still bowed respectfully: "I'm sorry."

Then he ordered the cavalry behind him, "Take him away and keep him well guarded. Make sure he doesn't lack food."

Jie Quan refused to obey and struggled desperately.

Now that all his brothers who had been with him in the battle were dead and he was the only one left, he didn't want to live on.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to curse, his vision suddenly went dark and he passed out.

Khalhan waved his hand and sent his cavalry to take Jie An away.

Khalhan rode alone on horseback, paced forward a few steps, looked at the outline of Xiangping City in the night, and then looked at the flags fluttering on the top of the city.

Although he couldn't see clearly, Khalhan knew that the word written on the flag was "Feng".

He sighed, "Serving the country...serving the king?"

"Great Khan, Great Khan, how can such an enemy be defeated in just one battle?"

"With the Shiwei in front and the Fengguo behind, Heaven is not on our side!!!"

. . . . . .

On the other side, Yang Xuan led the remaining cavalry and rushed all the way back to Xiangping City without stopping.

The soldiers in the city had heard the noise long ago, saw Yang Xuan's face clearly, and hurriedly opened the door to welcome him.

**zhi led everyone to pick him up, and when he saw that Jie Quan was not beside Yang Xuan, he immediately had a bad feeling.

When Jie An saw Yang Xuan, he first breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing the cavalrymen in such a state of disarray, he felt a pang of pain in his heart: "Why are there so few people back?"

The 800 cavalrymen lost 200 men in the chaos, and dozens more were killed during the retreat, in addition to the more than 200 cavalrymen who were left behind.

At this moment, only three hundred people successfully returned to Xiangping City.

Yang Xuan staggered to Jie An, slowly took off his armor, revealing a haggard and sad face.

Then his knees went weak and he suddenly fell to the ground.

Jie An quickly supported Yang Xuan and asked, "Miss, are you okay?"

"Brother Quan, Brother Quan..." Yang Xuan's voice choked with sobs.

Jie An was suddenly struck by lightning. He looked towards the team and did not see Jie Quan.

Jie Ming, who was standing by, seemed to have realized something and hurried towards the crowd:

"Second brother? Second brother!"

The cavalrymen lowered their heads and let Jie Ming pull them around in silence.

** stepped back and said nothing to comfort her.

Those who have been baptized by war know best that there is no need for comfort in the face of separation and death, because it is useless.

This kind of pain can only be hidden in the heart and relieved by time.

The departure of relatives and siblings is not a temporary rainstorm, but a lifetime of dampness.

** looked towards the city gate. Although the distance was far, he seemed to hear the chaos and cries in the Khitan camp.

The night raid was undoubtedly a success, but at what cost?

As the commander-in-chief, ** knows that considering feelings is a big taboo.

But as a comrade-in-arms, it was hard for him not to feel sad for the departure of his brothers and comrades.

What's more, they died in order to complete their plan.

**Look up at the sky.

A ray of light appeared on the horizon, and the morning light was hidden among the clouds.

"Young Marshal, please hurry up, please hurry up!"

. . . . . .

"call--"

Li Che woke up from his sleep, looked at the morning light in the sky, and felt a little sad.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?" Qiu Bai, who was on duty outside the tent, asked.

"Nothing." Li Che rubbed his temples. "What time is it?"

"Your Highness, it is already the Yin hour."

It was already early summer, and the sun rose very early in the Northeast in the summer, starting to gradually brighten around four o'clock.

Li Che was completely awake and walked out of the tent. He listened to the chirping of cicadas in the woods and couldn't calm down.

I seemed to have had a bad dream just now, but I can’t remember what happened in the dream.

"Qiubai, go get some sleep. We'll leave early today."

"Ah?" Qiu Bai was stunned. "Your Highness, we are already marching at a rapid pace. If we speed up any further, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on."

From the beginning of the war until now, the Ninggu Army has not had a good rest. They are either marching or hiding in the mountains and forests.

If we rush on our journey regardless of everything, we will be a tired army even when we arrive.

"Whatever." Li Che said helplessly, "I'm just uneasy. The sooner I arrive, the sooner I can feel at ease."

"Then... let's set off half an hour earlier?" Qiu Bai asked carefully.

Li Che nodded slowly: "Okay."