Yongcheng.

The tall, slender, middle-aged man, wearing a long robe and cloth, has a calm and calm look.

He stepped into the room and saluted Beili Ling, who was sitting on the bed.

"Sir, part of the team has gathered." The middle-aged man said.

The middle-aged man is the first military division under Beili Ling, named Hong Qishou.

"Approximately how many people have been gathered?"

The most comfortable thing about Beililing is that Hong Qishou is a well-informed person, and he has already understood what he means in advance without him having to say anything deliberately.

"Less than thirty thousand people." Hong Qi defended.

A hint of gloom flashed in Beili Ling's eyes.

Less than thirty thousand people!

This was the result of his army being almost destroyed.

Nearly 80,000 people went on the expedition, of which about 50,000 were regular soldiers who could actually fight, and 30,000 were auxiliary soldiers who were not included in the regular soldiers.

"How many regular soldiers are there among the 30,000 people gathered?" Beililing took a breath and said slowly.

Although he looked at Hong Qishou expectantly, the answer he actually got disappointed him.

"There were less than 30,000 soldiers. There were only about 10,000 regular soldiers, and there were 20,000 auxiliary soldiers behind. They were far away at the time, so when they retreated, the organization was relatively complete."

Hong Qi kept the road.

Beili Ling's heart felt cold.

This time, his family fortune was completely wiped out.

Let’s not talk about the outcome of the battle at Jianxiaguan, but let’s talk about post-war pensions, which is a huge problem.

"Who saved me here at that time?" Beililing took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

After all, he has many years of experience in leading troops and has experienced too many things. Faced with this situation, he can still barely control his emotions.

"It was Protector Dong who saved him," Hong Qi said.

"I see."

Beili Ling understood.

It must be said that the person most likely to save him at that time was definitely not Beili Long, but Dong Wenjun, the Zuo protector of the Zoroastrian Cult.

That kid Bei Lilong secretly harbors hostility towards him. I'm afraid he wishes he would die soon and would never go out of his way to save his life.

Dong Wenjun, the Zuo protector of Zoroastrianism, is different.

Dong Wenjun and he were old acquaintances, for one thing.

On the other hand, keeping him alive is obviously better for Zoroastrianism than letting him die.

No matter from the perspective of personal friendship or overall interests, Dong Wenjun would save him regardless of emotion or reason.

"Dragon Protector, where is he now?" Beililing asked.

"Dong Hufa had something to do and left. I don't know where he is going." Hong Qishou shook his head.

"He is an expert. It is normal for you not to know his whereabouts."

"When we came here, have you seen Beili Qiang?" Beili Ling asked.

"I haven't seen it, but Beili Long has gone north to Tianwan City to ask for help." Hong Qi defended.

"He went to Tianwan City to ask for help? There are no spare troops anywhere in Tianwan City. He couldn't find any reinforcements." Beililing shook his head.

"We still have troops, but others may not be willing to support him... However, sir, this time we suffered a big defeat, we are in a very bad situation. I heard that someone in the family council of elders has suggested severely punishing our frontline generals." Hong Qi

Shou said with a solemn expression.

"Huh, short-sighted!"

"If we are severely punished, who will work for them in the future?"

Beili Ling was somewhat scornful of this.

Those who want to punish him severely are simply thinking out of the blue.

Not to mention Beili Ling's status and connections within the Beili family, let's just talk about the generals on the front line. Among them, there are not many who can take advantage of it.

If Beili Ridge is really captured, how many generals will be willing to lead troops in the future? Who can really replace Beili Ridge?

Victory and defeat are commonplace in military affairs, and occasionally losing a round is not necessarily a bad thing.

"Sir, what should I do next?" Hong Qishou asked.

He has many plans in mind, but he knows how to hide his mistakes. At the critical moment, Beililing should be the one to make the decision, not a foreigner like him.

"Next step, we won't go to war for the time being."

"Let's continue to gather the troops. There are many soldiers. They went astray at that time. Some of them will come back later." Beili Ling said.

"Okay, just follow what your Excellency said." Hong Qishou cupped his hands and said.

"Where are our heavy cavalry?" Beili Ling said.

"The heavy cavalry has suffered little damage, but Xiang Gaoyi dare not come to see you." Hong Qi defended.

"Tell him to come back and see me." Beililing sneered, but the tense muscles on his face relaxed a little.

Heavy cavalry built with a lot of money will win without much damage.

"After a few more days, we will evacuate Yongcheng and return to our base."

Beili Ridge Road.

The ugly daughter-in-law still has to meet her parents-in-law after all.

He couldn't hold off and not go back, otherwise the remaining soldiers would rebel.

But, that way, he won't have another chance to avenge his shame for a long time.

"Why don't we discuss it with Beili Qiang and see if we can stay in Yongcheng for a while?" Hong Qishou asked.

Beililing was silent for a moment.

If there was a possibility, he would still be willing to compromise.

But will Beili Qiang agree?

Most likely it won't work.

The few days he can be allowed to stay in Yongcheng is already the limit.

It is impossible to keep Beililing stationed for a long time.

"Forget it, it doesn't make sense to him. We'll leave as planned in a few days."

Beili Ling sighed, looking a little desolate.

He has never considered himself inferior to others, let alone Beili Qiang, but this time, he had to live under someone else's roof, which was too cruel for him.

In the end, he could only comfort himself in his heart.

At least, he is still alive!

There are still 30,000 horses!

As long as you are alive, there is still hope. If you go back to recuperate for a while and replenish your troops, you can still recover.

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Inside another barracks.

A man in his thirties was sitting on a chair. This man had an angular face and seemed to have the temperament of a race from the Western Regions. He was the ruler of Yongcheng, one of the generals of the Beili family, and was known as the Fox of Beili.

Beili Qiang.

"General, Elder Ling is awake."

The man standing opposite him handed over his report.

"With his strength, it's almost time to wake up."

"He met Hong Qishou?" Beili Qiang said slowly.

"Not bad." The man nodded.

"Since he has woken up, give him five days and let him leave on his own after five days." Beili Qiang said calmly.

"Won't the general go and see him?"

"He's such a bad old man, what's there to see?"

Bei Liqiang said lightly: "In the past, when we were in Tianwan City, he always liked to show off his old age in front of me. After suffering a big loss this time, I'm afraid he will become even more stubborn. If we really meet, hehe, it would be weird if we don't quarrel.

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Chapter completed!