Mother, I have returned to the throne.

Chapter 341: Success and failure are both due to reputation

One day later.

At the urging of Luojia and the high priest, the barbarian army finally arrived on the other side of Peacock.

Looking up, everywhere I looked, there were corpses stripped of their armor!

These are the ones who tried their best to climb out of the river. We don’t know how many of them were washed away by the river!

These corpses were covered with swords, like hedgehogs.

There are still many horse carcasses scattered around.

It was obvious that the enemy had cleaned up the battlefield but did not have time to take away all the horse meat.

I can only bring the more valuable armor. It seems that what the messengers said before was right.

Witnessing such a scene, Luo Jia was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Look here again.

I just feel that this is simply bad news for the barbarians!

From the beginning of this war until now, the total number of casualties at the Peacock River alone has reached 40,000 to 50,000!

If we add the 20,000 troops lost in the Land of Divine Punishment, the barbarians have already lost a full 70,000 to 80,000 troops just because of Song Yuan alone!

Even the losses from the previous beach landing were far less than what was inflicted at Song Yuan's hands!

How can one not be furious with such an ending?

The fertility of the barbarians was originally low, and because there was not enough food, many babies starved to death in their cradles.

I wonder how many years it will take to gather 70,000 troops!

But looking at Song Yuan, the total number of casualties on the other side was less than a thousand!

Song Yuan relies on sneak attacks and can hide in the dark every time. His conspiracies and tricks are often hard to guard against, and can make people fall from heaven to hell in an instant when they are most proud.

Such a high casualty ratio can be regarded as the most disastrous defeat since the war with the Qin Dynasty!

Arriving here, Luo Jia finally understood why there were those horse traps in front of Song Yuan’s camp!

Originally, the barbarian troops were all cavalry, and they marched very quickly.

However, due to the horse traps, there were many more infantrymen in the team. In order to take their speed into account, it was already much late when they arrived at the Peacock River.

Song Yuan did this simply to delay everyone's pace and create enough time to complete his plan!

This bastard must have guessed the purpose of his setting up camp.

All of his actions were anticipated by Song Yuan!

For a moment, Luo Jia felt extremely sad and angry. He stomped his feet hard, raised his head and was about to roar.

But just as he made this move, a golden light in the distance suddenly caught Luo Jia's attention.

Luo Jia whipped his horse whip back and pointed it in the direction of the golden light: "Go, let's see what's going on over there!"

When the guards beside him heard this, they rushed forward without any hesitation.

But just as they stepped forward, a scream was heard from far away.

Luo Jia looked closely and saw that the two Qing soldiers had their feet caught in animal traps, with blood dripping from the wounds!

After being teased time and again, Luo Jia had gone completely crazy and wanted to tear Song Yuan into pieces.

"Song Yuan, just wait for me. Don't let me catch you, or I'll make sure you wish you were dead!"

Looking ahead, the snow was undulating in the direction the two were heading.

No one knows how many unlucky people are hidden under the snow!

Looking at the golden light in the distance again, it is still in the distance.

When Luo Jia was angry, he swung his whip and swept the ground around him.

clap clap clap...

With one explosion after another, one trap after another was triggered. Luo Jia cleared a path and finally walked under the golden light!

Looking up, I saw that the golden sword belonging to the high priest was hanging on a tree.

There was a letter hanging on the golden knife. Luo Jia opened it with a hint of anger. When he saw what was written on it, he felt anger rising in his heart.

"I borrowed the golden sword, and now it's back to its original owner. Thank you for the gift!"

"Princess Luojia, a heroine, unrivaled in strength, we will meet again!"

There wasn't a single superfluous word. Although what Song Yuan wrote was clearly a compliment, in Luo Jia's eyes, wasn't this a great irony?

I am clearly the loser of this war, how can I deserve such a statement?

She had clearly planned for so long and sacrificed so much just for an opportunity, but in the end she was completely destroyed by Song Yuan. At the most proud moment of her life, she instantly fell to the bottom!

For a moment, Luo Jia felt his face flush red, as if there was a mouthful of blood stuck in his heart.

If he hadn't relieved the pain in time, he would have probably followed the high priest's footsteps and vomited three liters of blood on the spot!

Just as Luo Jia was calming down, the high priest behind him hurried over in a panic.

Seeing Luo Jia's actions, the high priest's eyes immediately fell on the letter in his hand: "What's written on it?"

"Teacher, it doesn't matter what's written on it!"

Luo Jia did not give his heart to the high priest, fearing that the other party would vomit blood again. He shook his head with a bit of helplessness.

But at this moment, Bulma gritted her teeth and squeezed out a few words from between her teeth.

"No, I want to see it!"

Since you have failed, you should have the consciousness of a loser. Isn't it just a mockery? You can hold on!

Luo Jia naturally knew the character of the high priest. After sighing, he could only hand over the letter in his hand.

"puff……"

But just three seconds later, the high priest was shaking and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Even more serious than any previous time!

Under the continuous torture, the high priest finally couldn't stop. Every time he vomited blood, he could at least barely keep standing.

But now he was so angry that he closed his eyes and fell down staggeringly!

Luo Jia hurried forward to support her, and pinched her Ren Zhong fiercely for a while, and finally woke Bulma up.

"Shame, shame!"

Thinking of what had just happened, Bulma burst into tears and stretched out her hand and spoke to the princess.

"Give me the golden sword, give me the golden sword quickly, I want to destroy this damn weapon..."

What an honor it was when I was given the golden sword?

At one time, Bulma was proud of this golden sword.

But now, this weapon is clearly a great irony.

If it weren't for this golden sword, how could the defenders of Sanbian City believe Song Yuan's lies?

How could the barbarians possibly lose so much, and so much food and men, in vain?

Now, a lot of money was spent on killing war horses before, and the food and grass were already in short supply, and now Song Yuan has cheated so much of it away.

The situation of the barbarians can be said to be making things worse!

The high priest regretted his decision and wanted to destroy this humiliating weapon. He and Luo Jia shook their heads and explained with gritted teeth after hearing this.

"Enshi's golden sword cannot be destroyed. This golden sword must be preserved. How can he wash away the shame if it is destroyed?"

"Everything that happened today is thanks to Song Yuan. From now on, I will always carry this golden knife with me. Sooner or later, I will use it to cut off the head of that little thief and wash away our shame!"

When Bulma heard this, she nodded subconsciously, then closed her eyes, with tears already running down her face.

In humiliation, the high priest secretly swore in his heart.

One day, I will grind Song Yuan's bones into ashes, and use his ashes to cast a ring and wear it on my hand all the time!

But when he thought of this, the high priest couldn't help but shook his head. He had missed so many opportunities. Could he really beat Song Yuan again?

"Wash away this shame...will there ever really be a day like this?"

At the end of his words, a look of confusion appeared in the high priest's eyes. Luo Jia, who was standing by, noticed the high priest's state and hurried forward to hold his hand.

"Yes, it will happen, sooner or later this day will come!"

While comforting his teacher, a fluorescent light flashed in Luo Jia's pupils, clearly showing a bit of decisiveness!

……

Mohai City.

General Zhao stood on the wall, supporting himself with both hands. He watched the large quantities of armor and food being transported into Mohai City, his face grinning from ear to ear.

"Okay, okay. Those two warriors have made tremendous sacrifices. When I return, I will definitely commend them in front of the Emperor!"

"This time, we have accomplished a great success. Based on this achievement alone, I think it is enough to be knighted!"

At the end of his speech, General Zhao felt very happy.

Think carefully, how many years has it been since I felt so happy?

Even if I had heard the news of Song Yuan's victory over the barbarians half a month ago, I probably wouldn't have laughed as happily as I do now.

After all, how can listening be more satisfying than experiencing the truth?

Not only that, what really made General Zhao feel very happy was the plan itself!

Use the high priest's sword to kill the other person.

If the high priest himself knew about this, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood!

The only regret is that I am not there at the moment and cannot witness the high priest vomiting blood with my own eyes!

Otherwise, even if I die, I probably won’t have any regrets!

"General Zhao, please take it easy and don't fall from here again!"

"Can't you just count on me?" General Zhao turned around and laughed, glancing at Song Yuan.

Then he suddenly changed the subject.

"Your Highness, you have rejected me many times. Can you promise me this time to meet Mr. Leng?"

"If that person can only hear about it, it would be a real pity. At my age now, I probably don't have many years left. You wouldn't want me to leave this world with regrets, right?"

General Zhao saw with his own eyes that the other party's strategy was simply superb.

Just based on such a brilliant idea, he can be called a god!

He couldn't wait and just wanted to see her beauty.

Song Yuan also saw the anxiety in General Zhao's heart. In order to completely shut the other party up, he hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded directly.

"Mr. Zhao, how about this? I'm going to go find Mr. Leng right now and ask him what he thinks. If he agrees, I'll send someone back to let you know. I promise to do my best!"

"Then thank you, Your Highness!"

Upon hearing such a promise, General Zhao's face immediately showed a hint of anticipation. He rubbed his hands together, wishing he could run away immediately.