Vol V Chapter 42
Just as the new Tartar Khan was laughing at the sky.
Ning Mo had already arrived in front of him. The few guards who were willing to die for him were not enough to slow Ning Mo down at all. They were not even qualified to stop him for a second.
He felt like he had said too much nonsense.
The moment they got close, Ning Mo slashed out with his Great Xia Dragonfinch Saber.
Clang--
The sharp edge of the blade let out a soft hum, and a cold light flashed.
Puchi--
The sound of a weapon tearing flesh could be heard as the head of the new Khan of Tartar flew into the air. At the same time, his body was pierced through by Ning Mo's Overlord Spear and lifted up!
Pa da---
Just as the head of the new Khan was about to fall to the ground, Ning Mo sheathed his Great Xia Dragonfinch Saber and casually grabbed the head.
His body moved.
Ning Mo stood on the back of the White Dragon Warhorse.
Hiss hiss hiss
The White Dragon Warhorse neighed and stopped.
Shen Zhong, Chen Zhiping, and Dongfang Yun led their blood-soaked personal guards and protected Ning Mo in the middle. They glared at the elite cavalry of the Tartar army around them with murderous intent.
After these twenty over days of fighting, even Shen Zhong trio had already completely become existences like tigers and wolves.
This kind of blood qi, killing intent, and baleful aura…
It was definitely not something that could be obtained by equipping the Guard template!
On the back of the White Dragon Warhorse.
Ning Mo's blood-dripping battle robe fluttered in the wind, and a thick layer of dark red scabs formed on the originally white Blue Cloud Armor.
He held the head in his right hand.
The Overlord Spear in his left hand picked up the corpse.
Ning Mo glanced at the elite cavalry of the Tartars around him."
"The Tartar Khan is dead!"
All the personal guards,
At the same time, he shouted loudly,
"The Tartar Khan is dead!"
The voice spread.
Tens of thousands of cavalrymen in the center of the Tartar army were terrified. Their eyes trembled as they looked at Mo Shen, who was standing on a horse. His battle robe and armor looked like he was bathed in blood.
He could no longer muster up the slightest bit of resistance!
Swoosh--
Ning Mo held his head high and puffed out his chest, but his eyes were slightly downcast.
Boom!
A wild and overbearing aura swept out. All the Ttar soldiers who were looking at him were filled with fear and terror.
"Kneel down!"
Although his voice was low, it was penetrating. It suppressed the chaos, the wind, and everything else. Like thunder, it rang in the ears of the elite cavalrymen of Tartar.
The eyes of the Tartar army were filled with fear.
On the back of the White Dragon Warhorse, he held a head in one hand and a corpse in the other.
Pa da---
When the first elite cavalry of Tartar was scared out of his wits,
When they put down their weapons and knelt down, the tens of thousands of elite cavalrymen in the middle immediately put down their weapons and knelt down one by one towards Ning Mo.
This chain reaction instantly affected the entire battlefield.
The Tartar army, which had long since been scared out of their wits and wanted to escape but was suppressed by Gao Shun and Chen Zhong, threw down their helmets and armor, dismounted, and knelt down.
Phew--
The cold wind was blowing and the snow was flying.
On the battlefield that was covered in blood and corpses, the remaining 100,000 or so Tartar soldiers were all kneeling on the ground. None of them were still standing. The only ones still standing were Ning Mo's soldiers.
"Humph…"
Hundreds of thousands of people knelt down and bowed their heads.
Even though Ning Mo's mentality had already become as firm as a rock after transmigrating to this day, he still couldn't help but feel happy.
He gradually laughed out loud.
"Hahaha…Chu Jun is mighty! Great Chu wins!"
The guards looked at Ning Mo with admiration and passion.
He shouted loudly,
"Marshal is mighty! Great Chu wins!"
Word spread.
Ten to a hundred.
It was passed down from one hundred to ten thousand.
On the battlefield.
All the soldiers of the Chu army, even if they were already exhausted, were still full of excitement.
He shouted at Ning Mo,"
"Marshal is mighty! Great Chu wins!"
"Marshal is mighty! Great Chu wins!"
"Marshal is mighty! Great Chu wins!"
“……”
His voice shook the clouds and spread for hundreds of miles.
Even the wind and snow
It was as if he had avoided everything here!
After the cheers.
Ning Mo's laughter gradually stopped, and the battlefield gradually quieted down. The murderous aura that had never disappeared once again enveloped the entire battlefield.
He glanced at the more than 100,000 Tartar soldiers kneeling on the ground.
Ning Mo returned to his white dragon warhorse and handed over the head and body of the Tartar Khan to his personal guard.
He rode his horse forward.
"Pass on my orders. Take in the captives. Those who dare to act rashly will be killed! Clean up the battlefield, count the weapons, and send a letter to the border city to have Marquis Jing Ping lead his army to receive the captives. Send a message to the Imperial Court to inform them of the great victory!”
Hearing this.
The personal guards at the side immediately responded and quickly passed down Ning Mo's order. The entire army on the battlefield moved again, but this time, they did not continue fighting.
Instead, they were taking in prisoners.
……
Border Town.
The first to receive the battle report was naturally the border city closest to the battlefield.
Bang!
Luo Langping slapped the table excitedly.
His eyes were filled with shock.
"We killed another Ttar Khan and captured more than 100,000 soldiers. All the nobles were captured! Ah, this…what a brilliant battle achievement! This young man…"
After the shock.
Luo Langping said with a serious expression,"
"Men! Order the soldiers to follow me to the battlefield to receive the captives!”
Very quickly.
The guards guarding outside Luo Langping's door went to pass on the order.
At this moment,
The Minister of Rites walked in with a coat draped over him.
"General Luo, is there a new battle report?”
He smiled and nodded.
Luo Langping read the battle report that he had just finished reading.
He handed it to the Minister of Rites.
"An unprecedented War God has appeared in our dynasty!”
The Minister of Rites took the report and glanced at it. He sat on the chair and could not come back to his senses for a long time.
After a long time, he said,
"Marquis Wu An…is truly a young general!”
Although the battle report only mentioned that Ning Mo had killed the Ttar Khan in the midst of his army, it was so heroic that more than 100,000 Ttar soldiers knelt down and did not dare to act rashly!
What kind of young general was this?
What kind of legendary scene was that?
"Sigh…"
He sighed.
The Minister of Rites said,"
"I'm old! If I'm not as ambitious as Marquis Wu An, this old man was too short-sighted to oppose Marquis Wu An in front of His Majesty in the Imperial Court!”
As they spoke.
The Minister of Rites stood up.
He looked at Luo Langping.
"General Luo, this old man will go with General Luo to receive the captives. We should go and see how the soldiers are like. Only in the future will we know in our hearts what we should do to make the soldiers not feel disappointed!”
Hearing this.
Luo Langping laughed out loud.
He said,"
"As expected! Since the Minister of State was already here, how could he not go and see what the battlefield looked like?”
The Minister of Rites nodded.
She was already here.
Then let's go and take a look!
……
A day later.
Ning Mo led the army and escorted more than 100,000 captives. On the way back, he met up with Luo Langping and the Minister of Rites who had come to receive him.
The temporary camp.
In the tent of the central army,
Ning Mo sat on the main seat.
He cupped his hands and bowed to Luo Langping and the Minister of Rites.
"Thank you, General Luo, and Minister Xu for leading the army to receive us!”
After hearing Ning Mo's words.
Luo Langping said casually,"
"Marshal is too polite!"
The Minister of Rites also said to Ning Mo,"
"Marshal has returned with a great victory and protected our Great Chu. This contribution is comparable to protecting the country and the country! Previously in the court, this old man had many doubts about the marshal, please forgive me!”
Whoosh--
As they spoke.
The Minister of Rites flicked his sleeves.
He bowed towards Ning Mo and said,"
"I was wrong!"
He was a little dumbfounded.
Ning Mo was stunned when he saw the Minister of Rites apologizing to him.
He then stood up and walked over to the Minister of Rites.
He helped her up.
"Minister Xu, you're being too serious! Political disagreement is normal. What's wrong? Compared to Minister Xu's current attitude, I like Minister Xu's previous…unrestrained demeanor more!”
He stood up.
The Minister of Rites looked at Ning Mo.
He said in a clear voice,
"If you're wrong, you have to admit it. If you're beaten, you have to stand at attention! Marshal, you don't have to be humble. Previously, I was the one who underestimated you. I naturally won't deny it! But even if I had to do it again, I would still make the same choice!”
He nodded.
Ning Mo naturally believed the words of the Minister of Rites.
After many contacts,
He finally understood the personality of the Minister of Rites.
He was just a little stubborn, so he wasn't a bad person.
After everyone sat down again.
Ning Mo said,"
"Next, the 170,000 captives will all be escorted outside the border city. Although we have captured many warhorses in this battle, many more warhorses have died or become disabled!”
"Give them a mouthful of food and water every day to keep them alive! In this way, the loss of grain would be minimized, and they would no longer be able to cause chaos!”
"How to deal with it after this will depend on His Majesty's decision and the imperial court's imperial edict! 170,000 captives is not something we can decide. It's better to leave it to His Majesty and the officials of the Imperial Court!”
Hearing Ning Mo's arrangements,
Luo Langping and the Minister of Rites had no problem.
In fact,
According to the current situation in the West Chu treasury, Ning Mo had originally planned to be the God of Killing Baiqi and kill the 170,000 Tartar captives.
However, he thought about it carefully.
He suppressed this thought.
It wasn't that he couldn't do it, it was just that there was no need to cancel out his great contribution because of these 170,000 captives!
This was because if these 170,000 people were really killed.
Although he could solve the problem of the West Chu Dynasty having to support them, he would also be accused by the civil officials and censors of torturing and killing the captives. He would be accused of being unkind and unjust, and at most, he would be accused of exceeding the imperial power.
Ning Mo had just gained a firm foothold in West Chu, so he didn't want to mess up his development plan just because of the title of a killing god!
Hearing Ning Mo's words.
Luo Lang and the Minister of Rites,
They all nodded.
"Marshal is right!"
Very quickly.
After the three of them discussed some matters, they went to patrol the camp together.
At the same time,
The news of victory was being sent to the West Chu Imperial Capital without stopping!
……
In the Imperial Capital under the night sky.
The night market was brightly lit and bustling.
In addition, the new year had just passed not long ago. The current Imperial City still had the smell of the new year and was still quite lively. It was completely different from the blizzard at the border and the deathly stillness.
Just as everyone was thinking,
When everyone was in high spirits--
Dong---
Dong---
Dong---
The bell that symbolized victory rang once again amidst the lights and voices of the people. It spread throughout the vast Imperial City, which had a population of millions.
The Red Feathered Messenger rode through the bustling city on a high-class warhorse.
He loudly announced the good news:
"A great victory in the Northern Territory! Marquis Wu 'an's battle had settled the world, and he had beheaded the Tartar Khan, forcing the 170,000 elite Tartar soldiers to kneel down and surrender! The marshal was mighty, the northern region had won, and Great Chu had won!”
" Great victory in the Northern Territory..."
“……”
He heard the Red Feather Messenger's shout.
All the commoners were stunned for a moment, then their faces were filled with joy.
They cheered loudly as if the whole world was celebrating,
"Marshal is mighty, Great Chu is victorious!"
"Lord Marquis is mighty, Lord Marquis has won!"
"Shine upon the West Chu, the heavens bless all nations!"
“……”
In the restaurants and brothels.
Many talented scholars and beautiful women,
All of them were shocked.
"On a battlefield of ice and snow, 170,000 people kneeling on Marquis Wu 'an's knees, what kind of scene would that be?”
"For Marquis Wuan, I shall float in the sky!”
"Ha! He was just a boorish man and a butcher. Was he worthy of such flattery?”
"Where is this poor scholar? Is the Marquis someone you can slander? I'm your mother!"
"Motherf * cker!"
“……”
In the bustling city.
Li Qingxuan was shopping with her maid Pan 'er and some of the other rich young ladies she was close to.
When they heard the Red Feather Messenger's announcement, the master and servant were pleasantly surprised.
Pan 'er pulled Li Qingxuan."
"Young miss, Lord Marquis has won another great battle!”
Hearing this.
Li Qingxuan smiled, her eyes shining.
"Of course!"
Li Qingxuan and Pan 'er weren't the only ones who were excited.
The daughters of the various mansions who were shopping together next to him,
It was the same.
"Even though Marquis Wu An was born into a poor family in the countryside, he is a peerless man!”
"Recently, the Imperial Capital has always said that a husband should marry Marquis Wu An.”
"When Marquis Wu An returns, he will most likely be promoted to a higher position and have power over the entire court! Also, his family had such a huge business. Once she married over, she would be the mistress of the house. She would not have to be reprimanded by the elders. It could be said to be very good!”
“……”
Hearing everyone's discussion.
Pan 'er's heart skipped a beat and she looked a little anxious.
He turned to Li Qingxuan.
"Miss…"
Li Qingxuan's heart tightened.
However, his expression did not change.
"Pan 'er, send my visiting card to Duke Ying's estate tomorrow. Give it to Duke Ying's eldest wife and say that I want to learn needlework from her!”
Hearing this.
Pan 'er nodded.
"Miss, don't worry! Pan 'er knows what to do!"
A graceful lady is a good match for a gentleman.
The world was full of good men, and women were also good to woo!
When facing the person he liked, he would strike first to gain the upper hand, and then take the upper hand!
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