The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 308:

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A long sigh.

"What a pity..."

In the Tiansheng camp in northern Xinjiang, the soldiers were happily packing up and preparing to leave. The war had come to an end. Dai Viet was currently unable to fight anymore. The weather had turned cold again. Tiansheng's army was about to withdraw to Yuzhou, Texas.

There was no movement in the main tent of the Supervisory Army. Soldiers came and went, casting doubtful eyes on them.

Although the war has come to an end, I heard that His Highness the Supervisor of the Army requested His Majesty to stay in Northern Xinjiang temporarily in preparation for the big night and small actions, and His Majesty agreed.

I don’t know what His Highness is thinking about staying in Northern Xinjiang instead of returning to the flower world in the capital.

There were no lights in the main tent, and the curtains were tightly covered. All the scenery was shrouded in gray shadows, and the outlines were indistinguishable.

The man in front of the case rested his forehead on his elbow and sat there all night long, unaware of the passage of time and not seeing what night it was.

The wind slipped in through the cracks in the tent and blew up a thin military newspaper on the table, which was the same as the one before the case of Emperor Tiansheng.

A few words describe the tragedy behind the prosperity.

"In the Battle of Baitou Cliff, three hundred Shunyi soldiers died. They crossed the cliff and entered the main camp of the Vietnamese army. They killed eleven generals and thirty-six sentries, laying the foundation for a great victory. Later, they were besieged by the Vietnamese army and one hundred and six soldiers died. More than ten of them were all killed in battle, their bodies cut into pieces by random blades, making them blurry and indistinguishable... School Captain Hua Qiong and Lieutenant Commander Wei Zhi died."

The 20th year of Dehua Dayue, winter, Pucheng.

This is the richest and most prosperous city on the border of Dai Viet. Therefore, after Dai Viet withdrew its troops, it stationed its army outside the city. Although it was defeated, the Vietnamese army retreated in an orderly manner, but they could not hide their expressions. The look of dejection and loneliness.

Early in the morning, at the gate of Pucheng shrouded in thin mist, a large number of people waiting to enter the city had gathered. It was still early and there was still a quarter of an hour before the door opened. People waited patiently and kept whispering to each other. .

"I heard there was a big defeat ahead!"

"No, the soldiers have all been withdrawn."

"It was said that we were sure of victory, but the other side unexpectedly showed up with a strong general. He attacked the camp at night, ten to one, and ten thousand of us killed one hundred thousand of us alive!"

"Don't brag! How is it possible? Killing 10,000 people is not bad. I heard that those were the iron cavalry of Tiansheng Huzhuo tribe. They are the most famous for their bravery. Not long ago, the Huzhuo tribe was wiped out by our Highness. Killing the elite of the clan, this is revenge."

"He made a comeback so quickly and even more ruthlessly than before. The king of the Huzhuo tribe is very powerful."

"If I had known better, I would not have offended those grassland bulls, but I heard that the leader of the Huzhuo cavalry at that time was still a general from Tiansheng."

"Who is this, so ruthless? Our Highness, such a wise and wise person, has fallen into the hands of others!"

"Dead! It is said that the beating was brutal enough. The group that first attacked the camp was trapped. Tens of thousands of people surrounded that group. There were more than a hundred corpses piled at the feet of His Highness Prince An. Those people didn't know Why, no one retreated until the end. Everyone on our side was soft-hearted. I heard that the general was among them. He couldn't bear the sacrifice of his men in vain. He touched the corpse and cried bitterly, saying, "Brothers have piled up bones in the mountains, how can I live alone!" He wiped his neck and committed suicide. Well, didn't you see? His head was hanging on the city gate."

Everyone looked up and saw two heads floating in the wind at the gate of Pucheng. Their black hair was draped over their faces, and their faces were covered in blood. Their original faces could not be distinguished, and they could only feel that they were very young.

The common people looked at it with mixed emotions for a long time and shook their heads. After a while, someone muttered in a low voice: "It's a pity. After all, he is also a hero, and he ended up with a broken body..."

"Silence!" Someone immediately shouted, "That's the enemy leader!"

The crowd fell silent, and the gossips dispersed. No one noticed a few men in ordinary clothes hidden in the dark. Some of them trembled, and some clenched their fists.

Farther away, in a carriage, someone was leaning against the wall of the carriage, quietly listening to the chatter.

The light and shadow of the sun were divided by the car curtains, making the man's face blurry. He lifted the car curtains and looked up at the head on the city gate.

He looked at it for a long time and very seriously, as if he wanted to look at it from such a distance, etching the head whose features could not be seen clearly into his heart.

For a long time he shook his head, put down the car curtain, and smiled without a smile.

"Is it you..."

A vague question echoed in the car.

No one answered. Since the heavy snowfall that year, he no longer needed anyone to answer all his questions.

"If it were really you, how could you say, 'Brothers have accumulated bones in the mountains, how can I live alone?' How could you be willing to wipe your neck and commit suicide? You would say, 'Brothers, go ahead and die, I will remember to avenge you.' , you would replace the knife you use to wipe your neck with a telescopic knife, and then wipe other people’s necks when they come to check.”

"This is you...Zhiwei."

His fingers tapped lightly on the wall of the carriage, and he smiled slightly, a little cold, like a mandala flower blooming on the water.

"Feng Zhiwei."

"How could you be willing to die before I die?"

More and more people gathered in front of the city gate. From a distance, a group of people came galloping towards them, with the flag with the word "an" flying in the front.

The people gave way one after another, knowing that His Royal Highness Prince An had arrived.

Although the army was forced to withdraw due to the defeat at the front, His Royal Highness’s favor did not seem to have declined. The Emperor of Dai Viet changed his deputy commander, but did not touch Jin Siyu. The army was stationed in Pucheng near the border. It seems that His Royal Highness the Prince Unwilling to suffer the humiliation of the defeat at Mount Paektu, he is determined to regain his strength here and fight again next year.

The motorcade passed quickly, the city gate opened in advance, and the people around them knelt down to welcome them.

A few people seemed to move a little slower. The guard who opened the way looked over with an unkind look. The people around the men quickly pulled them away. The men knelt down with a "bang" and their knees hit the ground. Crisp sound.

"It turns out he is a fool." A trace of contempt flashed in the eyes of the guard leader of Prince An's Mansion, and he galloped over without looking back.

A few men mixed in the crowd raised their heads and stared at the long motorcade. They first glanced at King An's carriage inlaid with gold and jade, and then their eyes fell on the last two cars.

The two vehicles looked ordinary, in the general style of Dai Viet carriages, but they were particularly closely guarded. The four corners were covered with iron, the horizontal doors were bolted, and the curtains were tightly drawn on the windows, so that not even a single person could be seen.