Chapter 17

The Tibetan army is a full 500,000 strong; wanting to wipe them out completely is simply impractical.

As the saying goes, to capture the bandits, first capture their leader!

As long as Songtsen Gampo is captured, there is no need to wipe them out; that 500,000-strong army will collapse on its own.

"This general obeys!"

Yue Fei acknowledged the order and led several hundred of the most elite Iron Eagle Sharpshooters to charge forward.

"Where are Xin Qiji and Li Cunxiao?"

"This general is here!"

Two tiger-like generals appeared before Qin Mu.

"I order you two to lead your respective troops to clear the battlefield and bring the Tibetan army under control."

Qin Mu commanded.

"My lord, are we not going to wipe them all out?"

Li Cunxiao was covered in blood, a ghostly light in his eyes; it seemed he had already been driven into a killing frenzy.

This fierce general was a figure of the Li Yuanba type—addicted to slaughter and possessing infinite strength.

With so many enemy troops on the battlefield now, it was exactly to his liking.

"No need!"

"Just bring them under control; they will be of great use later!"

Qin Mu shook his head and said calmly.

"Yes, this general obeys!"

Li Cunxiao accepted the order without the slightest hesitation.

His loyalty to Qin Mu was carved into his very bones; even if he were unwilling, he would still take Qin Mu's command as the final word.

After arranging everything, Qin Mu wiped the blood from his body and charged toward the battlefield once more.