The horse under Zheng Yuheng neighed and turned its hoof. In an instant, the feather arrow penetrated his left shoulder, and blood flowed continuously. The huge impact force caught Zheng Yuheng off the horse's back without warning.
　　"Junzhi!"
　　Zhang Zimo supported him from the side. When he touched the other party, he felt warm blood on his hands. He was sweating on his forehead: "What should I do? Who shot the cold arrow?"
　　Zheng Yuheng was unable to answer, but he looked to the other side of the shooting and saw that the figure who was standing there had fallen down. The moonlight was hazy and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
　　At the same time, the armor formation that had not been completely collapsed until now had been crushed under the impact of the cavalry. He Chengfei was also injured, and blood slowly seeped out from between the armor.
　　He chopped down the cavalry standing in front of him, turned around and shouted, "Everyone, jump into the river!"
　　"General He! Junzhi is wounded by an arrow, how can he jump in this cold river?" Zhang Jianqing said anxiously.
　　"Damn it, if you don't jump, you'll be washed away!"
　　He Chengfei had already dismounted, and there was no room for delay. Following his order, the soldiers in the imperial camp also felt that the situation was critical - and this team of cavalry rushed into the battle regardless of casualties, not entirely to kill them, but to find a chance to survive under the sword of General Geng behind them.
　　In other words, they also wanted to cross the river!
　　General He gave an order at this moment, and the rest of the soldiers had no scruples, immediately took off their armor and turned around, and jumped into the surging river.
　　Zhang Jianqing was hesitating when he felt a big hand push from behind, throwing him and Zheng Junzhi into the water.
　　"Damn, you're still wasting time here!" He Chengfei turned his head, blocked the rear for a while, then looked around, without saying a word, threw down his armor, turned around and jumped down. The
　　whole team was broken up into pieces, and under the last irresistible charge of the cavalry, most people were prevented from dying on the spot. But at the same time, this cavalry team finally arrived at the riverside. The head of the thousand households turned his head and looked at the torches and soldiers behind him, the sound of chopping and killing all over the mountains and fields, and his mind trembled. He quickly ordered in barbarian language: "We will retreat too!"
　　As for the method of retreat, it is naturally to swim back to Youbei and meet with the general Qiliehechi.
　　...
　　The water of the Dahan River has just thawed, and the land is adjacent to the northern border. Although the water here is clearer than snow, it is also equally cold.
　　Even if Zheng Yuheng can swim, in this case, it is good that he did not sink directly to the bottom, not to mention "swimming to the other side".
　　He felt both cold and hot, and his left shoulder was aching. He lost his sense of time. He didn't know how long it had been, whether it was a stick of incense or a cup of tea. Suddenly, a hand lifted him up from the water, and there was a loud noise in his ears.
　　It was also at this time that he completely lost consciousness.
　　The long night.
　　When Zheng Yuheng woke up again, there was no arrow in his shoulder anymore. Instead, it had been treated, medicated, and bandaged.
　　He opened his eyes and saw the dawn and the beacon fire not far away. He looked down and saw a bonfire a few steps in front of him.
　　At this time, the person next to him seemed to have noticed that he had woken up. He spoke in pure Dayin Mandarin without any accent: "Sir, Sir Jiang, he's awake!"
　　Immediately, steady footsteps sounded, and a familiar face squatted down and came up. Zheng Yuheng took a moment to identify the other person on the dusty and grimy face: "Commander... Lord Jiang?"
　　"Hey, please remember me, Lord Zheng." Jiang Yunhe smiled heartily and looked him up and down for a while, "Okay, you have a good physique and you woke up quickly. If it were someone with a weak body, this arrow wound and the river water would kill him."
　　"Thank you for the rescue, Commander." Zheng Yuheng's lips were cracked and his voice was hoarse, "Why are you here?"
　　"Why am I here?" Jiang Yunhe laughed, "I got here earlier than Geng Zhe, and that old guy just couldn't protect me... Well, I've been in Northern Frontier for too long, and I've become a lot more reckless in what I say, bah."
　　He reached out and took a pot of water from his subordinates. In this situation, water was much more valuable and scarce than wine.
　　Zheng Yuheng took the kettle, thanked him again, and then moistened his throat with it. He sat there and looked at the beacon fire not far away. His mind was a little confused.
　　His wounds had been treated and he was also changed into dry clothes. It was just that the campfire was a little far away, and his hair was still slightly wet.
　　Jiang Yunhe sat beside him. Seeing that he was pale and injured, but still conscious, he said, "Let me be clear. I didn't come here to rescue you. I didn't recognize you, but the Qilin Guards who often work in the palace recognized you. Although the queen specifically ordered it, the battlefield is so vast, I wondered how I could be rescued by chance? Who knew it would be such a coincidence."
　　Zheng Yuheng only heard one sentence in his ears. He looked over and his eyes lit up: "What did the queen say?"
　　"She just ordered that if we meet you outside the city and the logistics passes, we will tie you up and throw you on the car and take you back to the capital."
　　Zheng Yuheng shrank all over and couldn't help looking at the car next to him - it was pulled by an old horse, and it was full of utensils, haystacks, cooking utensils and other sundries. If we squeezed, it could really accommodate another person.
　　Looking at Jiang Yunhe at this time, the smile on the commander's face was a little subtle and playful.
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　　"Master Zheng, you don't have to say anything." Jiang Yunhe said, "I definitely didn't disobey the Empress Dowager's order. Let alone fishing you out of the water, even if I met you on the road, I would tie you up and take you back." Zheng Yuheng
　　sighed, and then looked not far away, and saw that almost all the remaining soldiers in the imperial camp, including He Tongzhi and Zhang Jianqing, were rescued and rested in front of the campfire at the other end. Most of them fell asleep.
　　In addition, those vassal cavalry who jumped into the river almost at the same time as them did not have such a good treatment. They were tied up and tied together, and guarded by several Qilin Guards.
　　"Did General Geng win?" he asked.
　　"Not winning? Not winning means losing your head." Jiang Yunhe said, "Since we didn't come here specifically to wait for you, then naturally..."
　　He paused and didn't elaborate.
　　But soon, Zheng Yuheng knew who they were waiting for.
　　Soon after, a group of Beisu soldiers were escorted over from the other side of the riverbank. They were all dejected, bloodstained, and wet... Commander Jiang's mission this time was like fishing?
　　After a while, Zheng Yuheng stood up wearing a coat made of some fur. He was injured on his shoulder, and his hands and feet had just regained consciousness from stiffness and numbness. His condition was better at this moment, and his lips had a little color.
　　Jiang Yunhe didn't care about this side, so Zheng Yuheng went to the only person who was locked in the wooden prisoner car among all the captives - the actual leader of this group of defeated soldiers, the Sixth Prince Zhuli Alitai himself.
　　He withdrew 4,000 cavalrymen, but on the retreat route, he ran into Gao Chengye, the commander-in-chief of the Yin army. More than 1,000 people were killed in the battle and more than 2,000 were captured. Less than 800 personal guards were left to protect the Sixth Prince from the east side of the Dahan River.
　　Afterwards, these 800 people were besieged to the riverside. In addition to those who were shot to death by firearms and bows and arrows on the way, and those who were bitten off by small groups of Yin troops, there were less than 300 people left by the riverside. Qiliehechi was unable to rescue them in time, so they had no choice but to jump into the river and return to Youbei!
　　However, as soon as they got ashore, they saw a group of militiamen dressed as barbarians, with dusty faces, and subtle and terrifying smiles on their faces.
　　So, Bei Su, the most promising heir, became a prisoner in a cage.
　　"Don't touch him." Commander Jiang noticed this, "We are going to take the Sixth Prince back to the capital."
　　"As a hostage? To force Beisu to negotiate peace?"
　　"Normally, that's the case," Jiang Yunhe said, "but there are also unusual things. For example, if our General Geng insists on taking advantage of the great victory to have a fight with Qilehechi and see what the royal court of Beisu can do, what should we do then?"
　　"Then there must be priorities."
　　"A general is not entitled to obey the orders of his sovereign when he is away from the court. This is a saying from The Art of War by Sun Tzu, Nine Strategies. If we ask for instructions, it will delay military operations. If Geng Zhe really wants to fight and the soldiers are out, what's the use of the court just issuing an order?"
　　Zheng Yuheng pondered for a moment and thought that this was the truth, but on the surface he still said seriously, "This is disobeying the imperial order."
　　"Oh, young Lord Zheng," Commander Jiang seemed to have learned some information from Zhang Jianqing and He Chengfei. At this time, he glanced at him meaningfully, "Why do I not believe this when you say it? Speaking of disobeying the imperial order, you..."
　　"Lord Jiang," Zheng Yuheng said hurriedly, "I was..."
　　"We should make decisions in an emergency, right?" Jiang Yunhe said, "Come on, you can just follow the Sixth Prince back to Beijing, and you can be regarded as supervising the transportation. Although the food and money are not transported, it is not too unusual to transport a Jurchen royal family..."
　　Commander Jiang is more difficult to deal with than General Geng.
　　With the overall situation already decided, Jiang Yunhe, who came on orders, did not allow any bargaining and directly loaded Zheng Yuheng onto the car - he did not tie him up, but because of the shortage of supplies, the border is not like Kyoto, so all the trucks are open and leaky. Not
　　only was the horse in front walking slowly, but in front of him was the Sixth Prince, whose hands and feet were chained and imprisoned in a cage. The two of them did not speak the same language, one was chained and the other was injured. Not only did they stare at each other, but they could not communicate a single word. Although
　　Jiang Yunhe himself did not transport the goods, he allocated a lot of troops to escort them. The two people on the car were more valuable than each other, and they could not be lost.
　　Before leaving, Zhang Jianqing thought Zheng Yuheng was sent back because of his injury, and almost hit himself. He also wanted to get a ride back to Beijing, but was pulled back by He Chengfei with one hand, shouting "I will protect Lord Zhang" and so on, which made Zhang Jianqing burst into tears and grief.
　　Those who wanted to leave couldn't leave, and those who wanted to work couldn't work.
　　After walking for a day, Zheng Yuheng silently looked at the wounds on his body. After soaking in cold water, his hand was not healed yet. He changed the medicine again, and he didn't know if he would feel better after entering Beijing.
　　In addition to the injury, he was also very worried about his current condition. Did he look worse than before? Could he dress up before entering the palace, or would the Qilin Guard take him directly into the palace?
　　If the queen saw him looking so bad, would she dislike him?
　　It was a pity that there was no mirror, so that the delusional little Lord Zheng could not look at himself in the mirror and increase his confidence. He looked at the moon in the northern border, caressed the red beans in the wooden box, and felt a mixture of emotions and confusion in his heart.
　　Until Zheng Yuheng fell asleep, he finally relaxed his mind in the rush and danger of the past few days and had a beautiful and subtle dream.
　　The author has something to say:
　　Mr. Jiang: Yes, the captives, take them back. Yes, the hostages, take them back. Yes, Zheng Miaomiao, take them back...
　　Xiao Zheng: QAQ
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