Chasing King

After dawn, Yan Sikong got the news that general Zhang Rong was killed on the spot after he was ambushed. Feng Jiajun lost 15000 soldiers in the first World War in Taiyuan, captured 3000 and injured nearly 10000.

This is Fengye's biggest defeat since he started his army. If we don't take into account the initial attack of Maoren, it's Fengye's first defeat, and it's also his Yan Sikong's.

Yan Sikong looks at Feng Ye, who is still in a coma, and gently wipes his forehead with a cloth soaked in wine. When he touches the skin with his fingertips, he feels very hot. He has been guarding all night, and he will keep it until Fengye opens his eyes.

In his life, Yan Sikong won a lot, lost a lot, right a lot, and wrong a lot. He never thought that he and Feng Ye could win a hundred battles, even if it seemed that no matter how many battles there were, there were countless possibilities in the battle of life and death, but this defeat made him especially regretful and unwilling.

They are not only defeated by arrogance and belittling the enemy. He is sure that they have successfully provoked Luo Ruoxin and Wang Mei. Neither of them is a fuel-efficient lamp, and they will never share the same hatred under such circumstances. The only possibility is that an outsider will see through the estrangement and set a trap for them.

Feng Ye said before he was in a coma that there was an expert in Taiyuan. Yes, I'm afraid that expert's surname was Shen.

If they were only subdued, at most, they were dazed by successive victories and despised Luo Ruoxin and Wang Mei. It was the two pursuers who made them suspect that there were "experts" in Taiyuan.

Retreat is a crucial part of marching and fighting. As with attack, it requires strict military discipline and orderly formation. No matter what situation a wise general encounters, he needs to withdraw his troops. Even if he runs away, he will use heavy troops to guard against pursuit.

The military law says that "return to the division and do not suppress, and do not force the poor." this is the truth. But not all return to the division and the poor can not pursue. If the other party is defeated and runs away, there is no reason why they should not catch up and catch up.

Fengye general is famous all over the world. Luo Ruoxin would not have thought that Fengye would be pursued by the rear imperial army. However, this man was so successful that he defeated the extremely brave Fengjia army and shot the wolf king. Naturally, he felt that the Fengjia army at this time was a lost dog and had to catch up with them. Therefore, his pursuers and Fengye's elite cavalry were able to fight together The team that defeated the powerful fenglangqi on the flat ground, at least, did not exist in the world. They really didn't ask for anything, and they came back bitterly.

If this war ended, it would still be common, but the second pursuit sent by Taiyuan was the reason why Fengye said that "there are experts in Taiyuan".

After the defeat of the first chase, they naturally did not think that Luo Ruoxin would send someone to chase him again, so they transferred Feng Langqi to the middle road army to resist the ambush on the road. I'm afraid that Luo Ruoxin would not even think that he would send another pursuer to chase the fengjiajun, who had no heavy troops at this time, resulting in heavy casualties in the second chase.

The first pursuit should not be pursued, but Luo Ruoxin is determined to pursue. This shows that the talents in Taiyuan city can't stop Luo Ruoxin. The second pursuit is a magic stroke. It's not Luo Ruoxin's idea. It must be someone's advice.

Yan Si has only one person in mind, Shen Hexuan.

There must be no one available in the imperial court. It occurred to me that the only one who had ever stopped Fengye was the only wise man in the world who could compete with yansikong, although the population was unstoppable, upright and stubborn, and even the emperor dared to rebuke him.

What Yan Sikong regrets is that he has had many opportunities to get rid of Shen Hexuan, but he has never been willing to do so. He even let go of this powerful enemy himself, which made them suffer such a tragic defeat in Taiyuan.

People have to pay for their own mistakes, but the last thing he wants is to let Fengye bear for him.

Looking at Fengye, who is unconscious on the sickbed, Yan Sikong silently holds his hand and sticks it to his cheek, hoping that Fengye can recover as soon as possible. Just as Fengye said, what they have lost will be recovered twice.

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the injury and high fever did not subside. Feng Ye fell asleep for two days before his temperature dropped and he woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, what he saw was Yan Sikong's haggard face and worried eyes. He was weak all over and suffered from severe chest pain, but he still reluctantly extended his hand to Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong took his hand and felt relieved: "you are awake at last."

"I How long did you sleep? " Feng Ye opened his mouth and found that his voice was hoarse and his throat was burning dry.

Yan Sikong poured a glass of water for him, carefully held up his head, fed him to drink, and said: "two days, you have a fever."

"I haven't been sick for a long time." Feng ye murmured.

"If you get hurt, you will be weaker." Yan Sikong stroked Feng Ye's face and said in a soft voice, "the arrow didn't hurt the key. You will get better soon."

Feng Ye pulled the corner of his mouth: "I suffered more serious injuries when I was young, which is nothing."

Yan Sikong is silent. He knows how many scars Fengye has.

Feng Ye took a deep breath, and his eyes were gloomy: "how much is our army damaged?"

Yan Si pauses and truthfully reports the casualties.Feng Ye's face became pale, his lips were trembling slightly, and he was obviously holding back his anger. This was the first defeat of the famous wolf king. His anger, humiliation and unwillingness were more fierce than his physical pain.

"We are arrogant and belittle the enemy." Yan Sikong whispered.

"I don't think so." Feng Ye lengdao.

At this time, the bodyguard went into the barracks: "Lord Yan, Taiyuan general..." He saw that Fengye had woken up. He knelt down on the ground and said happily, "wolf king, you wake up."

Feng Ye said in a deep voice: "what's wrong with Taiyuan general?"

"Er..." The guard was holding a wooden box in his hand. "Taiyuan general sent someone Send this. " The more he said, the smaller his voice. The size of the wooden box made it easy for people to think of what was inside. He knew he shouldn't show the injured Feng Ye, but he didn't expect that Feng Ye had woken up.

Yan Sikong scolded: "you go down first, don't you see the wolf king tired?"

"Yes."

"Stop." Feng Ye holds the bed to sit up.

"Feng Ye, don't move, it will affect the wound." Yan Sikong wanted to hold him down, but he didn't dare to use force. Seeing that he insisted on getting up, he had to help him up and put a soft pillow on his back.

Feng Ye pointed to the wooden box with trembling fingers: "open it."

"Fengye..."

"Open up!"

The guard had no choice but to open the wooden box carefully.

What's in the box is Zhang Rong's head.

Fengye Qi and blood attack the heart, full of ferocious, the whole person trembled.

"Fengye." Yan Sikong broke his face and said to himself, "General Zhang Rong died in the battle. He walked faithfully and bravely. You should take revenge for him and the fengjiajun. Don't fall into their trap."

Feng Ye gasped with great pains: "Zhang Rong has followed me since Shu. He is both loyal and brave. He has made many achievements in war..."

"I know. I'll take care of his family for you." Yan Sikong said to his bodyguard, "go down and ask the interior camp to organize the funeral of General Zhang."

"Wait..." Feng Ye took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He said in a deep voice, "there's a letter there. Give it to me."

As expected, there was a letter in the box. The guard handed it up, and then he stepped down silently.

Yan Sikong slowly spread out the letter paper, on which there was only a short poem:

greedy husband died for wealth, martyrs died for fame,

boasters died for power, tasting every life.

It's up to me to deal with chaos and danger.

It's not the same way.

The signature is Shen Hexuan.

Feng Ye clenched his teeth and said, "if, then, yes, he!"

Yan Sikong felt angry, and the color of his face faded clean.

Shen Hexuan, I let you go again and again because I cherish my talent. You are not only ungrateful, but also design to harm me and block the wild. Sooner or later, I will let you reincarnate with your foolish loyalty!

Feng Ye threw a letter to Yan Sikong's face and said angrily, "this is the end of your womanhood!"

Yan Sikong lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "it's my fault. I regret that I didn't kill him."

"You..." Feng Ye coughed violently.

"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong holds him anxiously for fear that he might affect the wound. But it's too late. He clearly sees the blood oozing from the white gauze on his shoulder. Yan Sikong's nose is sour. He bites his lips hard, as if only the pain can slightly reduce his resentment towards himself.

Feng Ye coughed for a long time before he recovered. He looked up at Yan Sikong and saw that he had bitten his lips and oozed blood. He couldn't bear it. He stretched out his hand and gently broke Yan Sikong's teeth.

Yan Sikong looked at him with red eyes.

Feng Ye said in a soft voice: "it's rare to see you admit your mistake. It's rare to see you regret it."

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye's pale face, and felt extremely uncomfortable.

Feng Ye held him in his arms with one hand: "listen, I'm not afraid to lose. I'll kill all the enemies in front of me sooner or later. Taiyuan, or the capital, will be in my pocket. These villains who avenge their kindness can't stop my fengjiajun! "

Yan Sikong nodded: "yes, no one can stop Feng Jiajun." His eyes are firm and cold, "Fengye, I will win Taiyuan for you."

Feng Ye buries his face in Yan Sikong's neck and closes his eyes. The small warmth can make him forget the pain and frustration, shame and frustration for the time being. No one in the world can give him these.