"You, go and call General Yuan in." He Liancheng's eyes were cold as he ordered the lieutenant in a deep voice.
"Yes." The deputy general ordered to retreat.
*Zhao Ling*
The handsome and clear young general had a gloomy expression at the moment, and spat out these two words.
This woman, he must teach her a lesson, let her know, never to anger him, He Liancheng!
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And Zhao Ling, who was hated by He Liancheng, was very busy at this time.
Today's battle with Xiaoying, although Feiyunqi's casualties were not as heavy as Xiaoying's, they were not unscathed.
Of the three thousand cavalry, more than ten were killed, more than a hundred were wounded, and more than twenty horses were lost.
Although such casualties were already as low as possible for a contest like today, the more than a hundred Flying Cloud Knights who were injured still have to be healed one by one.
