After the Rebirth of the Red Chamber

After a group of people rushed out of the Wara Camp and ran forward for more than ten miles, the King of Beijing Jing stopped the group slowly.

Then, the remnant soldiers were inspected, and it was found that half of the 3000 people who came had gone.

"This king is impulsive."

King Bei Jing wiped his face, and sighed fiercely, "My brother's family will be properly settled by this king."

Jia Jing persuaded: "My lord, now is not the time to blame yourself. What we did tonight can be said to be a shock. If we want to go against the enemy and rescue the prince again, I'm afraid it will not be easy."

King Bei Jing frowned and said: "I'm afraid they will take Xing'er as a hostage on the battlefield and disturb the morale of the army."

Maybe it was because of rushing and killing for a while, and had vented enough, King Beijing Jing had completely calmed down.

He knew very well that if that day really came, Xing'er's life would be lost.

Even he himself, for the sake of the stability of Da Xia, had to kill his relatives righteously.

"Perhaps, they don't know the true identity of the prince, and they only regard the prince as a high-ranking general." Jia Jing comforted.

King Bei Jing smiled wryly and shook his head: "Xing'er is only 16 years old this year. If he hadn't come from a noble background, how could there be such a young senior general?"

Jia Jing was silent.

"Forget it," Bei Jing said kingly, "let's think about what to do next."

What else can I do?

Jia Jing can stay here and wait for the opportunity.

But King Beijing, as one of the main generals, naturally wants to return to the camp as soon as possible.

But when he attacked the camp earlier, Jia Jing had already violated Hou Lin's instructions and stopped King Jing of Beijing.

If the King of Beijing is going to be in danger again...

Whether he will stop or not will depend on the situation. You can't put thousands of soldiers accompanying the army in danger in order to get rid of a king of Beijing.

There is no way, both Jia Daihua and Jia Daishan love soldiers like children.Jia Jing grew up under Jia Daihua's hands since he was a child, so he couldn't bear the heart of these soldiers fighting on the battlefield to become victims of the rectification struggle.

As expected, King Beijing Jing was not planning to go back to Daying.

Probably he himself knew that the saints didn't want to see kings with different surnames like them, and he was afraid that if he wasn't here to watch, no one would sincerely save his son.

So, they lurked on the grassland, and after eating the dry food they brought with them, they randomly plundered a few small tribes left behind.

In order to prevent the news from spreading, the King of Beijing Jing ordered that all the tribes plundered by them should not be left behind.

Looking at the burning tribe from a distance, many people feel very sorry that those spoils cannot be taken away.

Seeing this, Jia Jing smiled and comforted everyone: "What are these things? Most of them are with the nobles who accompany the army. When we win the battle, how can the general treat the brothers badly?"

The King of Beijing watched Jia Jing openly and aboveboard to buy people's hearts for Hou Lin, but he had no intention of stopping him.

According to the latest news, after the two armies tested each other, they are finally going to a decisive battle.

The King of Beijing had already discussed with Jia Jing that he wanted to attack the rear of Oala during the decisive battle to help the army win.

Regarding the rescue of Prince Jing's son, except for Prince Jing and his cronies who are still determined, everyone else is gearing up and preparing to make some military exploits in the final battle.

Winter in the grassland comes very early, but the weather in October has already turned into ice.

King Bei Jing and Jia Jing led their people, lurking in the yellow tall grass. The frost on the grass blades was contaminated by their hot breath, turning into dew and dripping down.

The dark clouds in the north are thick, and the sky is extremely low.A soldier who was familiar with the weather in Bianjun said, "It's going to snow."

The snow on the prairie is different from that in Guan, it is common to see flowers blooming like buckets of flowers.

Many times, when the heavy snow falls overnight, I wish I could bury people.

The reason why the Oirats were in a hurry to fight a decisive battle was because they were afraid that it would be difficult to march in snowy weather.

They lurked quietly, and when the Oirat army set off to march, only the people who guarded the slaves and property were left in the barracks.

A scout with excellent eyesight whispered: "There are 1 people left, all of them carry knives, straddle bows, and have enough arrows."

There are 1 enemy troops, but they only have more than 1000 people. This is still in the enemy's camp, and there is no chance of winning.

Jia Jing thought for a while, and suggested: "Let's not confront the Oirat army head-on, first sneak attack on their cattle and sheep, and encourage their slaves to rebel and escape. When the scene becomes chaotic, let's fish in troubled waters."

"Just what Yi Chengong said." King Beijing glanced at him, knowing that he didn't believe the evasive words he said when Hou Linchu first arrived, but they didn't expose him in consideration of the overall situation.

Because of the cold weather, except for the patrolling personnel, most of the people left behind in the Wara camp huddled in their tents, drinking and eating meat.

The slaves hid in the sheep pen, hugged the lamb, and borrowed the temperature of the sheep to keep warm.

At this time, the curtain of one of the tents was lifted, and a centurion of Oara came out cursing.

He was the one who lost the wrestling just now, so it was time for him to come out and let the slaves send the roasted lamb in.

Because he was in a bad mood, he walked to the side of the sheepfold, pulled out his horsewhip, and lashed a slave near the edge with a whip, and yelled loudly in Oala, telling the slave to get up and roast the sheep.

The slave was wearing tattered trousers on his lower body and a piece of raw sheepskin on his upper body. From a long distance, he could smell the rotten smell from the sheepskin.

Seeing the slave timidly getting up to pick up the sheep, the centurion was particularly annoyed, and whipped again and again.

The slave was probably scared of being beaten, so he didn't dare to resist, but curled himself into a ball, trembling.

The centurion got angry and laughed out loud at the slave's embarrassment, but he didn't see the resentment in the slave's downcast eyes.

The centurion urged a few more times before returning to his tent.Several slaves slaughtered two fat sheep together, set up a fire outside the tent and roasted them, and carried them into the tent of the centurion.

The enemy loves wine and meat, but they only have cold wind like a knife. One soldier couldn't help but spat and cursed: "Damn, I want to eat mutton too."

"Okay, stop scolding."

The other nudged him and said with a smile, "We'll kill the Tartars later, don't these cattle and sheep belong to us?"

At this moment, the time has come.

In the gap between the two teams of patrolling soldiers, King Bei Jing gave an order, and all the horses got up from the lying grass.

Jia Jing and others got on their horses, and like a leopard that had been poised for a long time, they rushed to the cattle and sheep pen, cut off the fence, and drove the cattle and sheep to run around.

Someone who could speak the Oirat language shouted: "Yeli Khan was defeated and captured, and the Oirat army lost [-] casualties!"

The slaves in the sheepfold immediately became agitated, and immediately many of them pulled out the buried beef and sheep leg bones and fled in the chaos.

On the way, they met the Oirat army guarding them, and they used their leg bones as weapons to fight fiercely.

Some slaves became the ghosts of the sword, while others killed their opponents, snatched the scimitar, spear and horse, and walked away.

There are also many people wearing Han costumes, who are even more mentally shocked. They are brave enough to help Daxia's army deal with the Oirat army, or they are desperately holding back the Oirats who want to rescue their companions.

These Han people are all the people of Yanmen County. During the looting of Oala this time, they were captured and used as slaves.

The people in Bianjun were already tough, and their wives and children were killed by the Oirats. They all hated the Oirats. They only hoped for the imperial army, so they endured the humiliation and became slaves to the Oirats.

Now that Master Wang has arrived, they are hopeful of revenge, while weeping with joy, hatred has gained the upper hand.

——This group of beasts, even if they die, they will be dragged to hell!

Jia Jing sighed, and ordered everyone to protect the captured civilians as much as possible, and took the lead, rushing towards the enemy army.

After all, the strength of the enemy and ourselves is very different. The Oirat army saw that there was nothing they could do, so they gave up chasing the slaves, gathered the army, and prepared to wipe out the 1000 of them first.

Jia Jing didn't know how many people he had killed, but when he slashed at the enemy again and again, he felt that the knife was getting duller and duller, and when he took a look, he found the curling blade.

Just as he was in the gap, a Wala man took the opportunity to slash him. Even though he tried his best to dodge, he was still cut in the lower back.

Enduring the pain, Jia Jing grabbed the blade with one hand and pulled out the dagger from his boot with the other. He killed the Navara and took his scimitar.

Wala's scimitar is very different from Daxia's standard army-knife. Jia Jing was not used to it at first, and after suffering several losses, he gradually got used to it.

There are many people in Wala, and the people of Daxia are desperate. Both sides have casualties, and there was a stalemate for a while.

But after all, there are more people in Oala and fewer people in Daxia. Although there are more casualties in Oirat, there are still fewer and fewer people in Daxia.

Jia Jing was a little desperate: Is it possible that I lived my whole life just to die in battle?

However, if he really died in battle, he would not worry about his heirs.

Because Yuniang is not from the Wu family, she is resolute and will definitely teach Zhen'er and the unborn child well.

He even thought that if he really died in battle here, his family is old and weak, and he might have to withdraw from the court early and go into hibernation to cultivate.

In the future, no matter who is in power, they will not be embarrassed to do anything to their orphans and widowers.

He wiped the blood on his face, and immediately threw himself into killing the enemy again.

"I'm going to die anyway, so let's pull a few more backs!"

This sentence boosted the morale that had been somewhat depressed due to the heavy casualties.

"Yes, if you kill one more, you will earn one more!"

"Hahaha, grandchildren, your grandpa will send you to heaven!"

"..."

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Reinforcements are coming!"

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