Jiaojiao was standing on the observation deck on the Wuding city wall.
When the fire burned the city, Jiaojiao and Shen Yuanling had been with the 40,000 Wuding garrison troops who were left behind.
Although sufficient fire-prevention measures were taken in Wuding City when the plan was made, the feeling of oppression was still real when the fire really roared around.
Shen Yuanling was a member of a royal family with a distinguished status. Ren Chong advocated from the beginning that Shen Yuanling should take Jiaojiao and retreat to Beiding.
But Shen Yuanling chose to stay without hesitation, just as he said to Jiaojiao at the beginning -
"As a prince, I enjoy the wealth of the world. If other people's husbands, fathers, and sons are fighting desperately on the battlefield, I think I should become one of them."
Qiao Zhongguo knew Shen Yuanling best. Seeing this, he raised his hand, patted him on the shoulder and laughed.
"Good boy, I'll assign you a job. Start practicing today, and don't fall behind!"
Shen Yuanling is still young after all, and Qiao Zhongguo would never let him fight on the battlefield right now, but he has a good physique, can endure hardships, and his martial arts skills are already quite good.
At this moment, Jiaojiao looked at Shen Yuanling, who was beating the war drum not far in front of her, and couldn't help but open her mouth slightly.
Although Xiao Si had already given her a great shock in the canyon, it was far less shocking than the scene before her.
The young boy was wearing a black riding suit and was not very tall. In order to make it easier to beat the drum, he even put a square stone slab under his feet.
But his movements were neat and decisive. Every time he raised his arm and struck the drum, he did so with great force. The long red ribbon behind him fluttered in the wind as he moved.
That was what Xiao Si had just done when he squatted in front of her and asked her to tie it for him.
At this time, with the emergence of the surging armies on the east and west sides, the lean and powerful arms of the young boy almost danced out a shadow, and the sound of drums was like a storm, pushing the cry of "Ding Shanhe" to the peak!
Jiaojiao felt her heartbeat quicken with the beat of the drums. She couldn't help but look out into the distance, and saw armies on both sides rushing towards them, with dust and smoke billowing and stepping on the glow of the sunset!
This scene will never be forgotten.
The soldiers' backs were like guns, their weapons were like rainbows, their flushed faces and their roaring voices burst out with an unstoppable vitality, so vivid and so heroic.
Jiaojiao couldn't help but feel tears welling up in her eyes.
Amid such earth-shaking shouts, everyone seems so small and insignificant, but it is precisely each tiny individual that gives birth to such a magnificent spectacle.
Smallness and greatness were embodied in every soldier, and Jiaojiao felt awed and at the same time reassured.
Because she believed more and more that this world - had come true!
At this time, the army had already rushed to both sides of Wuding City, and the situation had completely reversed!
Just now, in order to encircle the 70,000 Yong troops, the Northern Army used the Crane Wing Formation, and even struggled to break through the Yong army's defenses and penetrate deep into them.
The arrival of the 130,000-strong army completely surrounded the Northern Army. Coupled with the 70,000 Yong troops among them, the Northern Army was instantly attacked from both sides.
Make a strong effort at the first time, then it will weaken, and then it will be exhausted. This is the final strategy decided by Jiaojiao and Qiao Tianjing.
Although the battlefield is large, it still depends on people's hearts. Counselors are good at making decisions and can stir up trouble behind the scenes.
No matter it was the 40,000 garrison troops in Wuding or the 130,000 main forces at this time, they all cleverly appeared when the Northern Army saw the dawn of victory, and dealt them a heavy blow!
Hopes were raised and shattered, raised and shattered again, morale was gradually worn away, and even fell into an irreversible decline.
Because the Northern Army didn't know whether the Yong Army had any trump cards or tricks left if they continued to fight!
As for the Yong army, whenever they were about to fall into the abyss, their comrades would descend from the sky and pull them up steadily.
They have the most timely and firm support!
As one side gains strength while the other loses, morale changes, and this battle - is already decided!
But wait, there's more drama!
Truly brilliant strategists always focus not only on the present, but also on the long-term future.
There is no doubt that the Northern Kingdom will eventually be incorporated into the territory of the Yong Dynasty, but annexing and digesting an entire country is a big problem.
After the Northern Kingdom was defeated, there would even be various patriotic people among the people who would rise up in rebellion, some as monarchs, some as good generals, and it would be hard to guard against them.
However, if the king is incompetent and the generals are immoral, and the Yong Dynasty uses a policy of appeasement, how can the people rebel? Why should they rebel?
Even if there are those extreme people who insist on rebelling under the banner of restoring the nation, how many people will follow and support them if the people are living a good life?
Now, although the news from the northern capital has not yet arrived, Jiaojiao knows that with Shen Yuanbai's ability, King Jin Yu has probably lost the support of the people.
Now, the only one left is the national defender General Mo Qiandai!
When Jiaojiao's thoughts reached this point, Qiao Diyi had already led a team of elite soldiers in a cone formation, taking the lead and galloping towards the Northern Army.
Xiao Qianyue and Xiang Wenqi followed behind Qiao Diyi, one on the left and one on the right. Xiang Wenqi was already swaying left and right at this time.
On the left wing of the Northern Army, Wang Houmai saw this scene and his heart was filled with emotion. He immediately understood what meant.
Lao Qiu was telling him that the time had come!
Just now, when Wang Houmai saw the reinforcements from Wuding appearing one after another, he couldn't help feeling fortunate. His guess was right, the Yong army was indeed up to something!
In order to survive and for his brother, he naturally acted according to the plan immediately.
Thinking of this, Wang Houmai suddenly raised his voice and shouted to his men: "Retreat quickly!"
Liu Shengan and the other centurions who had made an appointment exchanged glances and shouted in unison, "Retreat!"
When two armies are fighting, if they want to retreat, they must wait for the commander's order and sound the retreat horn, and they must retreat in an orderly manner.
Especially at this time, there were enemy troops on both sides and the battlefield was constantly compressed. The rear army had to retreat first, followed by the central army, and the front army had to hold on for a while, fighting and retreating.
If the front army retreats recklessly without regard for the consequences, all three armies will be in chaos, and there is a greater possibility of trampling, leading to their own destruction.
Although Lucius was a half-witted man and was terrified at this moment, he still had some sense and did not forget his duty as the leader of ten thousand men. Hearing this, he opened his throat and shouted:
"No retreat! Anyone who dares to retreat before the central army sounds the horn will be considered as disobeying the army—"
Lucius suddenly stopped talking and looked down in disbelief.
A long knife pierced his body from the back, and the severe pain almost made him die.
Lucius turned his head in disbelief, and Liu Shengan's rough and cruel face came into his sight.
"Damn it! We fought hard to get here. This position of the leader of ten thousand men should belong to my old Qiu! Forget it. I don't want to do this anyway!"
Liu Shengan pulled out his knife suddenly, and Lu Xiu was spun around. When he fell down, he was already dead.
The centurion shouted to retreat, and the soldiers under him naturally obeyed his orders and retreated one after another.
With this retreat, the Northern Army's formation was completely disrupted!