The Prodigal Son

Cheng Lin patiently and earnestly tried to persuade him.

Their infantry were completely unable to support Sima Jin's forces.

Akagi and Hu Damou's units were too far away to provide support.

Now, only they can support Sima Jin's troops.

That's over 30,000 men!

How can we just abandon it like that?

Their morale was already low, and if they continued to ignore Sima Jin's troops, their morale would definitely collapse!

At that point, even with Yan Wujiu's prestige, he wouldn't be able to control the situation!

Enraged, Yan Wujiu suddenly pressed his longsword against Cheng Lin's neck.

Cheng Lin closed his eyes, resigned to his fate, and pleaded once more, "Your Highness, let's go back and provide reinforcements!"

"you……"

Yan Wujiu was so angry that his face turned ashen, and his hand gripping the long sword trembled uncontrollably, but in the end he did not lay a hand on this loyal personal guard commander.

Wei Zhui rode forward, slowly pulled Yan Wujiu's hand away, and sighed, "Your Highness, Cheng Lin is right! Morale is of utmost importance!"

Yan Wujiu's face twitched uncontrollably, his heart filled with grief and indignation.

It looks like they're about to surround that Ning army!

Not reconciled!

He is not reconciled!

However, he knew in his heart that Cheng Lin was right.

Morale!

He cannot afford to disregard the morale of his troops!

Once morale collapses, a large number of deserters will emerge!

Without food, the deserters either became bandits or had no choice but to seek refuge with the Ning people.

Then, more and more people will follow suit!

Later on, they couldn't even keep the morale of the players in check, so how could they continue fighting?

Yan Wujiu's chest heaved as he gasped for breath. He glanced ahead with a face full of resentment, and through gritted teeth, he forced out the order: "Send word: Return to reinforce Sima Jin's troops!"

One sentence seemed to have exhausted all of Yan Wujiu's strength.

With Yan Wujiu's order given, the army quickly returned to reinforce.

When Yan Wujiu was still ten miles away from Sima Jin's troops, he received news of Ning's army's retreat.

Looking at the billowing smoke in the distance, Yan Wujiu knew without even thinking what had happened.

forage!

The grain and fodder being transported by Sima Jin's troops were burned.

Although the amount of grain that Sima Jin and his men were escorting was not particularly large, it was still enough for an army of 30,000 to consume for a month!

The thought of their food shortage made Yan Wujiu's heart bleed.

Now, all they can do is hope that Brother Chimu and his men will kill more Ning soldiers to vent their hatred.

Filled with grief and indignation, Yan Wujiu led his troops to join forces with Sima Jin.

When Yan Wujiu arrived at the scene, he only saw corpses scattered all over the ground and flames raging.

A large number of wounded soldiers lay on the ground groaning in pain, while the survivors sat there dumbfounded, unresponsive to the shouts of their subordinate officers.

Some soldiers, under the command of their generals, overturned the burning grain carts to try to salvage the grain that had not yet been burned.

The entire scene was in chaos.

Upon seeing Yan Wujiu leading his troops back to reinforce them, Sima Jin, who was wounded in several places, was helped up by two blood-covered guards to Yan Wujiu's side. Ignoring his own injuries, he knelt down with a thud, "This humble general deserves death!"

A murderous intent surged within Yan Wujiu, and he placed one hand on the hilt of his sword, wishing he could kill Sima Jin on the spot.

It was because they dawdled and didn't arrive at Shimanzi Slope on time that their plans were disrupted.

Right now, not only can Ulin not be held, but they have also lost so many soldiers and supplies.

Given his temper, Sima Jin wouldn't be satisfied even if he died a hundred times over!

However, after struggling repeatedly, Yan Wujiu forcibly suppressed the murderous intent in his heart.

It is evident that Sima Jin also led his troops in a fierce battle, and did not flee in the face of the Ning army's cavalry attack.

Let alone Sima Jin, even if he himself led his more than 30,000 exhausted troops, he might not be able to win against the surprise attack of Ning's elite cavalry.

This defeat has further dampened morale.

Killing a fierce general who fought to the bitter end now will not only fail to boost morale, but will also chill the hearts of many more.

Yan Wujiu slowly removed his hand from the sword hilt, his face ashen, and said, "The fault in this battle lies not with you, but with me!"

"Your Highness..."

Sima Jin raised his head, his tiger-like eyes filled with tears.

"Take General Sima down to treat him."

Yan Wujiu waved his hand weakly, his heart filled with grief and indignation.

……

"Commander Qin, General Yuan and the others are back! General Yuan was slightly injured."

"Are you badly injured?"

"It's alright, it's not serious."

Relieved, Qin Yu immediately led his men to find Yuan Dingguo.

Yuan Dingguo was stabbed in the chest.

Even the armor was slashed open.

Yuan Dingguo led his troops back to join Qin Yu, but he didn't even have time to bandage his wounds, which were still bleeding profusely.

"Hurry up and bandage the wounded soldier!"

After giving the order, Qin Yu urged Yuan Dingguo, "Quickly bandage the wound!"

"It's nothing, just a minor injury! The enemy general is more seriously wounded!"

Yuan Dingguo didn't care at all, and said excitedly, "This battle was damn exhilarating! If it weren't for that enemy general, our victory would have been even greater..."

Speaking of Sima Jin, Yuan Dingguo felt a mix of regret and admiration.

Under those circumstances, the enemy general still dared to lead his troops in a counter-attack against them.

The key point is that the person was like he was made of iron.

Despite sustaining multiple injuries, he still managed to break through their flank under the cover of 230 personal guards.

If only we could recruit such a fierce general.

"Stop talking nonsense and get it bandaged up!"

Qin Yu glared at Yuan Dingguo, annoyed. "We don't have time to waste. Once we're bandaged up, we have to continue our assault on Wulin!"

"yes!"

Yuan Dingguo dismounted and, with the help of his personal guards, removed his armor.

Nan Que'er immediately took off her wine pouch and took out some wound medicine to help bandage the wound.

"Thank you, Madam Sparrow."

Yuan Dingguo looked at Nan Que'er gratefully, then asked Qin Yu, "Have General Dong's troops broken through?"

"have no idea."

Qin Yu shook his head slightly, "However, now that Yan Wujiu has returned to reinforce, they should be able to break through!"

He can't manage Monk Dong's side right now, and Monk Dong is too busy to take care of their side.

Speaking of Yan Wujiu, Yuan Dingguo couldn't help but lament, "Damn it, Yan Wujiu returned to reinforce too quickly! If he had returned even half an hour later, we could have wiped out all 30,000-plus Yan soldiers!"

Alternatively, Yan Wujiu could lead his troops to charge towards Qin Yu and his group, cutting off their retreat!

As a result, Yan Wujiu actually chose to return to provide assistance.

Although they had achieved great results, Yan Wujiu's timely return prevented them from expanding their gains, forcing them to retreat quickly.

It feels like the duck that was about to be eaten has flown away.

"Alright, stop being greedy!"

Qin Yu glared at Yuan Dingguo with a smile: "It's already a miracle that we were able to launch a counterattack! Yan Wujiu is definitely in a much worse situation than us right now!"

"Haha, that's true!"

As Yuan Dingguo was laughing, Nan Que'er had already poured the alcohol over him.

"hiss……"

Yuan Dingguo winced in pain.

"Didn't you say it was a minor injury?"

Nan Que'er couldn't help but laugh.

Yuan Dingguo was speechless, forcing out a smile that looked more like a grimace...