For a war involving more than 300,000 people, even if you win, the finishing work will not be completed in a short while.

Yelu Zhichong broke out with thousands of guards, so Wang Shao naturally would not give up and sent a cavalry to chase him.

Wang Shao focused on finishing work on the battlefield.

The finishing work is not easy to do. After all, even if more than 100,000 pigs are placed on the open space, it is not so easy to catch, let alone the elite soldiers of the Liao Kingdom.

Fortunately, the pigs will not surrender, while the elite soldiers will.

After Wang Shao ordered the killing of thousands of people with a cold face, the remaining people put down their weapons.

Under the pressure of swords and guns, the people who put down their weapons cleaned up the bodies of the battlefield and separated the corpses of the entangled Xia Liao soldiers. Because there were too many dead people, it was impossible to take them back, so they could only burn them on the spot.

Wang Shao's face was dim. Wars were never a house. Even such a great victory was just a life of killing one thousand enemies and losing 800. From the beginning of the Xia and Liao war, the Liao Kingdom lost 300,000 troops, but more than 50,000 were killed or injured in Daxia.

The fire that burned the bodies reflected the red sky, and the entire battlefield was filled with an unsettling fragrance. Amid the occasional burst of control, the battle finally came to an end.

Wang Shao felt all this quietly. As the fire gradually dimmed, the gentle moonlight fell and sprinkled on his haggard face, the summer wind quickly blew away the fireworks, and the whole earth became cooler, and music came from afar. I don’t know if it was the soldiers’ entertainment or... there was no other possibility. On this land, there were no civilians except for the soldiers who slaughtered each other.

Zheju was worried about Wang Shao, so he came over and saw Wang Shao holding a small marching chair alone, sitting on his legs, staring blankly at the moon in the sky.

Zheju said with some concern: "Zi Chun?"

Wang Shao did not look back, he said no.

"Are you worried about Wanjid?"

Wan Jide is now guarding the Liaoxia Passage.

Wang Shao laughed, shook his head, and sighed softly, "We are fighting well here, there is not much pressure on Wanjide. He just needs to concentrate on dealing with the reinforcements from the Liao Kingdom, haha."

Zhe Ju said in a daze: "Then are you?"

Wang Shao smiled: "Junliang, you know, I am the same year as Your Majesty..."

A smile of envy appeared on Zheju's face.

"... In the second year of Jiayou, we will take the scientific test together, but we already met in the first year of Jiayou. At that time, I first met Ji Mo. At that time, there were also father and son of the Su family, Zeng brothers, well, Zeng Gong and Zengbu and others. Alas, things have changed, Zigu was so angry that he was so angry because of Zengbu, a villain. Alas..."

Zheju lowered his eyes. Zheju knew some of the grudges between Zeng Bu and the prides of the heavens in the second year of Jiayou. His Majesty was as kind as a mountain to Zeng Bu, but Zeng Bu repeatedly handed his sword to His Majesty, which really made people feel cold. Not only that, but also to other people in the same year.

When Zhang Dun and others mentioned Zeng Bu, they didn't scold him, especially Lu Huiqing, who was even more scolding.

I could only hear Wang Shao continue to say.

"...If we don't talk about this disappointing thing, what we liked the most back then was how to expel the Tartars and regain the land of Yanyun. When we talked about how to regain, everyone made plans, and there were many wonderful strategies.

But everyone knows in their hearts that this matter depends on the court. If the court continues to be at peace, then no one can do it. It is a fact that the court is at peace. The emperor at that time was Renzong, and Renzong was benevolent, but when it comes to recapturing Yanyun... Alas, how could we think of today at that time?”

Wang Shao's face showed an extremely refreshing look, and he almost burst out laughing, but he was instantly holding it back. He was so cruel that he couldn't help but cough loudly, his face flushed after a while. He stopped.

"Haha, who could have thought of today?"

Wang Shao's face was a little crazy: "...The 300,000 troops of Liao Kingdom have emptied their family. The current Daliao is just a paper-breaking statue. Tomorrow, we will head towards the Great Wall. It is time to get the land of Yanyun back!"

Wang Shao's enthusiasm was about to ignite this cool summer night, and even Zheju couldn't help but be excited: "Well, the navy has set out from Mizhou, landed from Jinzhou and Laizhou, and directly attacked Dading Prefecture and controlled Dading Prefecture, so that he could control the Great Wall. Yanyun's land is the thing in his pocket!"

Wang Shao laughed: "The Bubu tribe, the Goryeo, the Jurchens, and the Uighurs who have been in Bianjing for so long, should we always be the eagle when we see a rabbit that is so big that we throw out?"

...

Bianjing.

In the early morning of summer, the dew is heavy, and the Zhuque Street is filled with some dewdrops, which is quite pleasant.

There were pedestrians on the street, but most of them were old Bianjing people in the city. They would come out early to practice morning and eat breakfast. When they met acquaintances, they would greet them loudly.

Most of these people were slowly and calm, and time seemed to slow down. However, a rapid sound of horse hooves from a distance and a full shout came: "Zhending Mansion Army News, Marshal Wang Shao defeated the Liao army 300,000!"

The sound passed, like the wind blew the sorghum, and a sudden uproar came from far to near, and came to the back, and there was a cheer like a tsunami. The cheers blew into the palace. Su Zhe and Zhang Dun who came to hear the news were almost crazy.

When they annexed the Western Xia, they were very happy and happy. They ate the Song Dynasty. While they exhaled their anger, they actually felt regretful and uneasy. They defeated the Liao Kingdom. This is the highest happiness for them, a group of intellectuals!

It can be said that since they left the Song Dynasty to start their business, this time's happiness is incomparable to any success.

Ouyang Bian looked at Su Zhe, Zhang Dun, Lu Huiqing and others in tears, and smiled and nodded in encouragement. He himself could not understand the mood of the Song people so deeply. In the era in which he lived, China's great rejuvenation was approaching success, and the humiliation of a century was cleared. The only island that refused to return against the trend of the times has become a laughing stock in the mouths of the people.

Such a country is occupied by the enemy country, and people are worried that the enemy country will lead the army south every day. This shame is very gritted by the literati, but it is helpless. In a hundred years, this has become the sting of all literati.

Ouyang Bian smiled and said, "This is just the beginning. It is defeated by the 300,000 troops of the Liao Kingdom. Then, it is time to take back our Yanyun land. What do you think?"

Su Che choked and said, "Come on, Your Majesty, if you need a flag sacrifice, use Su's head to help you liven up!"
Chapter completed!