NovelEnglishGuan Ming played particularly happily this time. He had been in the Forbidden Army for several years and he had never been as passionate and happy as he was today. His face was covered in blood and his horse was so tired that it could hardly run. He dismounted and saw the full sun setting in the west. The Beirong people who were still arrogant that morning hurriedly withdrew.
A fellow villager saw him and rode towards him, “Guan Ming, how many people have you killed today?”
“25,” Guan Ming was extremely proud and his fellow villager showed his admiration after hearing this, “Amazing, I only did 21. I’m ashamed of myself.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter they finished speaking, they looked at each other and laughed. The Ye Dynasty’s military power was notoriously weak and had always been suppressed by Beirong. Even Xixia dared to look down on the Ye Dynasty. Who could have thought that they would one day be able to breathe a sigh of relief in the war with the Beirong people.
After Guan Ming finished laughing, he saw a man riding a horse from a distance. He quickly grabbed his fellow countryman and they stood on the roadside together, respectfully saluting the visitor, “Your Highness King Qiyang.”
Xie Xuanchen naturally ignored the two little Captains on the roadside. The Commander of the right army now followed Xie Xuanchen and asked, “Your Highness, Ye Luji was injured and evacuated in embarrassment. Should we take advantage of the victory and pursue him?”
“Don’t chase after the poor bandits,” Xie Xuanchen had a calm expression on his face. His clean face and indifferent expression were in sharp contrast to the blood-stained horse under him, “It’s not safe on the ice. There might be holes in the ice that haven’t been discovered. If you break the horse’s legs, the loss will be greater than killing a few Beirong people. There is no need to chase them, so let the people clean up the battlefield. Take off all the armour and weapons and return to the camp.”
“Yes!”
Xie Xuanchen and the Commander walked away while talking. After Xie Xuanchen’s back disappeared, Guan Ming and his fellow friend just started to breathe again. The fellow countryman bumped Guan Ming’s arm and asked in a low voice, “How many people did King Qiyang… kill?”
Guan Ming shook his head. The fellow countryman was sorry, but he also thought it was understandable, “Can’t you guess?”
“No,” Guan Ming said slowly, “I don’t know. There are too many, let alone counting, I can’t even estimate them.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmQinghe Town could not live in peace all day today.
No one in each household dared to go out, anxiously waiting for the sickle to fall. Mu Mingtang was frightened just thinking about it. She didn’t dare to look, but she couldn’t help but listen to what was going on outside.
The first thing she heard was the Beirong people shouting to kill. The voice was rough and she couldn’t understand what they were saying, so she guessed that it was Khitan. Later, various sounds of bombs suddenly sounded outside and then another burst of shouts came.
From the sound of it, it sounded like it was from their side.
At first no one dared to go out, but then the bold and noisy boys secretly went out to watch before the young and strong men followed. Finally, Squire Zhao and Mother Zhao couldn’t help but go out as well.
The servant followed the Zhao family out to inquire about the news. When she came back, her face was full of joy, “Princess, we heard that the Prince shot some notable King of Beirong. They weren’t able to win and many people have died.”
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