After a night of searching, Zhang Wei's body was found at dawn the next day. There were a total of 169 wounds on his body. After he died, even after being washed out by the flood for four or five miles, he still held his own sword in his hand. The sword in his hand had been chopped and rolled up. You can imagine how many enemies this famous general killed in yesterday's battle.

Now he closed his eyes forever. Mo Feng personally changed into Zhang Wei's new battle armor, and then covered Zhang Wei with Yuyang's Tenglong battle flag in front of the entire army.

"Send General Zhang back to Yuyang!" Mo Feng patted a thousand-person cavalry to escort Zhang Wei's body back to Yuyang.

"The general died in a hundred battles and left his name forever. Sorrow can only let the enemy see our cowardice, put away everyone's sorrow, and we send troops to Yucheng!" Mo Feng had actually made up everything, but as long as he had a little bit of brain, he would definitely not choose to turn around and fight again. At this time, there was only one month left before winter. If it was winter, the wild supply line would become a problem. Therefore, winter has been a period of quit between the wilderness and Yuyang since ancient times.

Now, there are only about 200,000 cavalry left. Such wilderness is no longer able to attack Yuyang, but after this war, Yuyang is already full of holes. This is a war without victory or defeat, but it is filled with the lives of millions of people.

Three days later, the Eagle of Message flew into the Yuyang Palace, and countless people in the court were waiting for the result of the battle. In particular, Mo Wencang, who hoped that his blessing would bring him another great victory.

When Mo Wencang trembled and opened the letter, the word "Good News" made the monarch jump up again! Three battles and three victories, each time it was almost impossible to attack the strong with weak and win every time. Mo Wencang began to wonder if this was the Son of God sent by the God to help Yuyang!

"In the battle of Yanbei, Marshal Mo Feng led the water of Beis Lake to attack Yanbei, killing 300,000 Yuanhuang! The wilderness retreated from Yuyang to escape to the wilderness!" A few simple words told the whole process. Mo Wencang could no longer help but tremble as he looked at the battle report in his hand.

"The wilderness is defeated! But the millions of troops were beaten and only less than 200,000 people left to escape from Yuyang! Hahaha! Pass on my order and pardon the world!" Mo Wencang was too excited. If the victory of the previous two battles only made him take a breath for a while, then the final battle can be said to completely relieve all the crises of Yuyang, and after this battle, the wilderness may no longer be able to invade Yuyang for ten years.

"Long live Your Majesty!" All the ministers knelt on the ground and shouted to worship. Mo Wencang looked at the ministers below. At this time, he was in a very happy mood and felt relieved when everyone was looking at it.

"How do you think you should reward the Seventh Prince?" At this moment, Mo Wencang himself knew that if he did not reward Mo Peak, the people would probably be dissatisfied.

"Your Majesty, I think the Seventh Prince is so great that he can be named a king!" Qi Xinyu was the first to stand up. He was indeed a matter of fact. He saved Yuyang's commander at such a critical moment. If he did not become a king, he would definitely be the heart of the soldiers when he came back. Moreover, Mo Feng was originally the "Seventh Prince". Even if he was named a king, it was natural.

"Granted to be the king! Not bad! It's time to be named King. What kind of title do you think I should give him?" Mo Wencang said as Qi Xinyu spoke again: "The Seventh Prince has made great achievements and reversed the situation in Yuyang in times of crisis. I think it's most appropriate to enthrone him as the King of Protection!" Qi Xinyu said Mo Wencang nodded, but Ji Feng stood up.

"Your Majesty, although Marshal Mo is young, he has the ability of unpredictable ghosts and gods. I believe that Marshal Mo can not only protect the border, but also expand the territory for me Yuyang, so I think he should be the King of Kaijiang!" Ji Feng was even more cruel than Qi Xinyu. Kaijiang King, which was a title that only those great marshals who had great achievements in expanding the territory during the founding of the country could be granted, second only to Ji Feng's side-by-side kings, and now he actually wanted to give the title of the King of Kaijiang for Mo Feng.

"Expand territory! How long has it been since Yuyang expanded? Well! Pass on my decree to grant the title of the Seventh Prince Mo Feng the King of the Frontier!" Mo Wencang was in a good mood and directly agreed to the title proposed by Ji Feng, but he was not confused yet. There was a reason why he always called the Seventh Prince instead of the Marshal.

Although Mo Feng kept saying that he was the Seventh Prince, he was not, so it was much more difficult to make Mo Wencang recognize his title as the commander of the three armies than to recognize a title of a founder of a founder.

Above Yucheng, Mo Feng stood on the city wall and looked into the wilderness. He had entered there himself, but that time he was like escaping, with only a few dozen people. Mo Feng firmly believed that one day he would be able to lead the army across the grassland and cross the Dawan River to complete the mission his predecessors had never completed.

"Marson, Kataka led the wild cavalry to retreat to the wilderness. Now we occupy Yucheng, with Yucheng as the boundary. At this time, the wilderness combat power is not enough to cross here!" Jia Cheng followed Mofeng's left and right side to help Mofeng analyze everything, just like Mofeng's shadow.

"I know, but you must beat the dog to death at one time, otherwise when the dog recovers, he will remember that you have hit it before, and it will still pounce on you and bite you, so our steps have just begun. This Yucheng is not our front line but our rear!" As Mo Feng said these words, many generals behind him were also excited.

Crossing Yucheng and breaking into the wilderness? This is the expectation of several generations? How many people in Yuyang history dare to do this? And today they looked at Mo Feng in front of them and suddenly felt that they might really have such an opportunity.

"Winter is coming soon, and the wilderness has no chance again. We should return to Beijing next." Mo Feng had a hint of sadness on his face. The war was temporarily over, and he had to face a huge difficulty next, that is, returning to Beijing to meet the Saint.

The identity of the seventh prince was fabricated, but in fact there was no such person at all. The generals and soldiers on the frontier had accepted their identities, but if I wanted to continue the next plan, I had to let the people in the imperial city recognize me.

Mo Feng habitually touched the purple gold gourd around his waist, absorbing the dead energy of nearly one million people. The purple gold gourd did not change at all, and his illusion has reached its peak. What should we do next? The master said that the purple gold gourd has a crucial relationship with his illusion, but why hasn't he found any connection yet? Could it be that he has not found the door to enter that man scroll?
Chapter completed!