Chapter 596 Human power is sometimes useless
Chapter 596 Human power is sometimes useless
Qiu Jie retreated back to his own camp, gathering the remaining soldiers along the way.
He gathered all the soldiers from the two camps into one camp.
According to statistics, the number of soldiers returning to the camp was less than 50,000.
It was a devastating defeat, with less than half of the 100,000 people left.
I only surrounded and killed a thousand of his Zhenxi Army cavalry, but Lin Feng killed more than 40,000 of my men, this brutal guy.
I really want to commit suicide in front of the statue of the Virgin Mary.
The guards around him always followed closely by his side. Even when he went to the toilet, there was a guard standing by his side.
Qiu Jie smiled bitterly, knowing the good intentions of these guards.
But I cursed in my heart, I would rather die quietly in front of the statue of the Virgin Mary.
No matter how stupid you are, you wouldn't commit suicide in the toilet, right?
He wanted to go to the statue of the Virgin Mary, calm his mind, and then carefully think about the reasons for his failure.
But he searched everywhere for a long time and didn't find a single statue of the Virgin Mary.
He ordered the guards to look for him, but no one reported back for a long time.
Qiu Jie was unwilling to accept this. He couldn't just die like this. He had to find out the reason. Maybe there was still a chance for him to make a comeback.
"Don't worry, just ask Our Lady to come over. I just want to ask Her for advice."
The guards looked at each other, then raised their heads and stared straight ahead.
Qiu Jie no longer insisted, with a gloomy face, sitting cross-legged on the ground.
Before he could calm down and think carefully about the battle, he heard footsteps outside and a guard shouting.
"Hello, boss!"
Following the shout, Miao Changfeng strode in.
He didn't look away, his eyes fixed on Qiu Jie who was sitting on the ground, and he shouted in a low voice.
"how did you make it?"
Qiu Jie didn't stand up to greet him, but just smiled bitterly.
"Boss, it's written in the battle report. I'm still confused..."
Miao Changfeng didn't bother to blame him for his rudeness. He came to Qiu Jie, squatted on the ground, and frowned at Qiu Jie's expression.
"Why are there so many thunders?"
"Boss, it is indeed countless heavenly thunders. It turns out that the heavenly thunders before were just appetizers given to us by Lin Feng."
"One hundred thousand people, half of them were killed by thunder?"
"Not to mention half of them were killed, at least more than 10,000 were killed..."
As Qiu Jie spoke, he lowered his head and his voice was choked with sobs.
"Boss, the key is that our brothers' confidence has been destroyed."
The 80,000 Black Turban Army under his command are all elite troops carefully trained by the Black Turban Society, and they are the result of his hard work.
These black scarf soldiers are not only brave in combat and firm in belief, but also have high individual quality.
They are not just members of the Black Scarf Society. Each one of them is Qiu Jie's favorite.
Miao Changfeng also sighed: "Alas, is this Lin Feng our nemesis? What kind of magic does he really know?"
Qiu Jie suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with tears.
"Boss, we can't keep fighting like this. Can you please pray to the Virgin Mary?"
Miao Changfeng knew that the Virgin Mary he was talking about was not the statue, but Madam Bai.
This Mrs. Bai was the founder of the Black Scarf Society, and this was known to only a limited number of people, including him and Qiu Jie.
Of course, both of them knew in their hearts how powerful Mrs. Bai was, much more powerful than some illusory Virgin Mary.
"Our Lady already knows, there is no need for us to explain."
"Boss, what should we do now?"
"Let's hold off for now. The prince is furious. Let's wait until this passes before we make any decisions."
Qiu Jie thought about it and lowered his voice to the lowest level.
"Boss, is the prince using us as pawns?"
Miao Changfeng frowned: "Why do you say that?"
"Boss, ever since the Zhenxi Army entered the Central Plains, it has been our Black Scarf Army that has been standing in the front, and we have suffered the most severe losses. But look at the other armies, how much casualties have they suffered?"
Miao Changfeng pondered for a moment: "At that time... no one knew the strength of the Zhenxi Army. With only 30,000 men, they thought they could be destroyed with a wave of their hands."
Qiu Jie shook his head slightly: "Boss, I have to admit that on the battlefield, our Black Scarf Army can't see as clearly as they do."
"They? You mean..."
"Yes, King Fu, Lan Yu, Luo Yunfei..."
Miao Changfeng took a deep breath, his eyes rolling around in silence for a long while.
Qiu Jie asked cautiously, "Boss, you're always by King Fu's side, and I only know how to fight on the battlefield. I don't know what they're thinking. How will this war end?"
"Of course, when King Fu ascends the throne, he will give the Black Scarf Society an official status."
Qiu Jie nodded: "I am a rough man and don't know the ins and outs of this. As long as King Fu doesn't think I am a threat, that's all that matters."
Miao Changfeng stroked his chin and squinted his eyes to look at Qiu Jie.
"You're not reckless, but what did you think of?"
"Hey, Boss, we have to make plans for our Black Scarf Society early."
Miao Changfeng is a man of the world, his mind is full of loyalty and loyalty, so he would never bother with this.
"There's no point in overthinking. Madam Bai will take care of the future of the Black Scarf Society for us."
Qiu Jie was helpless. There were only 40,000 Black Turban Army soldiers left. Not only could they not fight against the Zhenxi Army, but they also became a vulnerable group facing King Fu's army.
Although he knew that there were many Black Scarf Society members in various places in Dazong, they were all ordinary people and could not compare to the battle-hardened soldiers under his command.
"Boss, it's best to explain this matter in detail to Madam Bai. We must find a way to overcome the Zhenxi Army's thunderbolts, otherwise..."
Miao Changfeng frowned and thought for a moment: "Okay, I'll send someone to find Madam Bai, she will definitely come up with a solution."
Qiu Jie could only say this much. Both of them knew that if the Zhenxi Army did not have the heavenly thunder, the outcome would be hard to predict.
The two of them were also the leaders of the Black Scarf Society, and they fell silent for a while.
I was speechless and choked.
Zhu Jie's engineering battalion dispatched 5,000 people this time.
It took a whole day to spread out and clean up the battlefield.
All kinds of arrows and fragments of thunder need to be recovered.
The weapons and armor of the Black Turban Army cannot be wasted.
Zhu Jie is a man who lives a life of ease, and he will get back anything that has some value.
The bodies of the Black Turban Army were buried on the spot.
Lin Feng required that the pit for burying the bodies must be dug more than half a meter deep.
When they withdrew their troops and returned to Kan County, Zhao Shuo also returned.
He looked depressed and stood in front of Lin Feng's desk with his head down.
"Brother, don't mention it. I tried to fly the ball, but the wind changed direction halfway and blew me to Shanglin Mansion."
Lin Feng shook his head: "Forget it, this is the disadvantage of flying balls. It depends on the weather. Human power is sometimes useless."
Zhao Shuo became excited.
"Brother, I heard we won a great victory. The rebels should be finished this time, right?"
"The Black Scarf Army is doomed, but what about the rebels..."
Lin Feng frowned and said, "I'm afraid the bones haven't been injured yet."
Zhao Shuo was puzzled: "Brother, aren't they in the same group?"
Lin Feng exhaled: "This matter... is hard to say."
Zhao Shuo wanted to ask more, but Lin Feng waved his hand.
"Go find Xi Niang and ask her to hurry up and make the Heavenly Thunder. This time the consumption is too great."
Zhao Shuo had no choice but to nod: "Yes, big brother."
After hesitating for a moment, he turned and left.
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