Chapter 113: Behead Nahachu

"Warriors of the Great Yuan!"

Nahachu strained his throat, roaring with all his might: "Fight the Ming army to the bitter end! Kill!"

That roar was like a thunderclap exploding on flat ground, rolling and echoing through the space before the Grand Marshal's Mansion.

"Kill!"

"Great Yuan Eternal Prosperity!"

"Kill..."

In an instant.

The six thousand-plus Yuan troops before the mansion responded in unison. Their shouts intertwined like a surging, tumultuous tide, carrying a spirit of desperate resolve as they charged fiercely toward the Ming army surrounding them on three sides.

Their faces were twisted with fury and determination, the weapons gripped tightly in their hands glinting with cold light, as if testifying to their resolve to defend the glory of the Great Yuan to the death!

"Leave none alive!"

A cold glint flashed in Zhu Ying's eyes. He spat out these words coldly and swung his battle saber violently, like a sharp bolt of lightning cutting across the gloomy sky.

Instantly!

The Ming archers, who had long been standing ready in their positions, pulled back their bowstrings in perfect unison, like well-trained machines.

In a split second!

Ten thousand arrows were released at once. The dense swarm of feathered arrows, like soul-reaping emissaries from Asura, blocked out the sky and sun as they shot mercilessly toward the Yuan troops ahead.

In the air, one could only hear the sharp "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sounds, followed immediately by the dull thuds of armor being pierced and flesh being torn. Row after row of Yuan soldiers fell under the sudden rain of arrows. Their bodies were pierced through, blood gushing like a fountain, instantly staining the ground beneath them a shocking dark red, as they collapsed into the pools of blood that were gradually forming.

The arrows fell like a downpour, continuous and unending; the rhythm of the slaughter grew increasingly intense.

Seeing that the Yuan troops were still charging forward fearlessly despite heavy casualties, Zhu Ying raised a hand, his voice low but filled with power: "Spearmen, follow me and kill!"

Before the words had even faded.

Zhu Ying had already dismounted with the agility of a tiger descending a mountain, his movements fluid and seamless.

Immediately after.

With a *swish*, he drew the Seven-Star Treasure Saber from his waist, its blade glinting coldly.

On the blade, the seven-star pattern seemed to contain mysterious power, flickering with a chilling light under the sun.

"Kill!"

Wielding the short saber, Zhu Ying charged toward the Yuan troops ahead like a black whirlwind. His eyes held a chilling resolve; every step he took seemed to carry the weight of ten thousand jin.

The Seven-Star Treasure Saber danced in his hands with a fierce whistling sound, the blade light flashing with incomparable sharpness.

Several Yuan soldiers before him hadn't even reacted before they were enveloped by his blade light and instantly cut down, blood spraying out and carving dazzling arcs in the air.

"Killed Northern Yuan soldier, collected 10 points of internal qi, collected 10 days of lifespan."

"Killed Northern Yuan soldier..."

In Zhu Ying's mind, the system panel prompts sounded continuously.

As usual, Zhu Ying had no time to attend to these; he was simply immersed in this intense slaughter—or rather, this one-sided massacre—his saber never resting for a moment.

Following Zhu Ying's order!

The Ming army's offensive grew even more ferocious.

The archers continued to pour a rain of arrows onto the Yuan troops in an orderly fashion, row after row of feathered arrows constantly reaping lives, while the Daning infantry spearmen swarmed up from three sides like a surging tide.

The spears in their hands glinted with a cold metallic luster as they thrust fiercely toward the Yuan troops ahead.

For a time, the sound of clashing blades was incessant; the metallic impacts, the soldiers' war cries, and the screams of the wounded intertwined to form a tragic and cruel battlefield tapestry.

The area before the Grand Marshal's Mansion, once grand, solemn, and majestic, had now become a living hell. Everywhere were corpses strewn about, bright red blood flowing wantonly, soaking the earth, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench of blood.

"Zhu Ying! Fight!"

Watching his own soldiers retreat step by step, Nahachu felt his heart burn with fury, accompanied by a death-defying resolve.

He roared, his voice filled with anger and unwillingness, and wielding his heavy battle saber, he charged toward Zhu Ying ahead like a maddened beast.

He was clad in heavy battle armor that glinted with a cold, hard light under the sun, and he was naturally burly and robust in stature.

Charging like this, he looked even more ferocious, like a moving small mountain carrying an unstoppable momentum.

"Fight!"

The corners of Zhu Ying's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a cold sneer, as if mocking Nahachu's overestimation of his own abilities.

Zhu Ying took a step forward, his figure as agile as a ghost. As his saber rose and fell, cold light flashed, and wherever he passed, Yuan soldiers were cut down one by one.

Those Yuan soldiers were like fragile straw before him, unable to withstand a single blow.

This was Zhu Ying's current formidable strength.

"Die for me!"

In the blink of an eye, Nahachu charged right in front of Zhu Ying, his heavy battle saber raised high, seemingly carrying the force of a mountain-splitting blow, and slashed down fiercely toward the top of Zhu Ying's head.

The saber's momentum was swift and fierce, as if intending to split Zhu Ying in two.

However.

In Zhu Ying's hawk-like sharp gaze, Nahachu's strike appeared extremely slow.

"Your speed is too slow."

Zhu Ying said coldly, his voice laced with a hint of disdain.

Zhu Ying's figure flashed like a streak of black lightning, easily dodging Nahachu's fatal blow.

Immediately after!

With a speed that transcended common perception, he instantly appeared behind Nahachu like a ghost.

"It should end now."

Zhu Ying's voice remained cold, as if from the Nine Nether Hells. The Seven-Star Treasure Saber in his hand vibrated violently, the cold sharpness on the blade suddenly intensifying, and with a fierce killing intent, he slashed fiercely toward Nahachu.

With a *crack*—a sound both crisp and hair-raising—the sharp blade easily severed Nahachu's tendons and bones.

"Ah!"

Nahachu didn't even have time to react; he only felt a heart-piercing pain strike like a surging tide, instantly drowning his consciousness.

The next moment, he lost all sensation.

His head shot into the sky, flying into mid-air and carving a bizarre arc, while his headless corpse collapsed like a chopped-down wooden post, blood spraying out like a fountain, finally falling powerlessly to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Killed Northern Yuan Grand Marshal 【Nahachu】, collected 200 points of all attributes, collected 200 days of lifespan, collected one 【Nahachu's Treasure Map】, rewarded with one Second Rank treasure chest."

The system panel prompt sounded again.

Exceptionally crisp.

Zhu Ying reacted very quickly; he stomped hard on the ground, used the reaction force to leap high, and reached out with his left hand like lightning, steadily catching Nahachu's head.

Subsequently.

Zhu Ying held Nahachu's head high; its eyes were still wide open, as if filled with endless unwillingness.

Zhu Ying shouted majestically to the surrounding Ming soldiers: "Soldiers of the Great Ming! Nahachu has been beheaded by me! Kill all the Yuan troops; those who do not surrender, leave none alive!"

This shout was like the ringing of a great bell, or rolling thunder, shaking the very void.

The entire area before the Grand Marshal's Mansion was enveloped by this voice, and everyone heard it clearly.

"The General is divine and martial!"

"Kill all the Tatars!"

"Kill!"

Hearing this, countless Great Ming soldiers were instantly invigorated. Their eyes glinted with fanatical light, as if injected with a stimulant, their combat power instantly surging even higher.

They shouted and roared, launching an even more ferocious attack on the remaining Yuan troops.

As for those Yuan troops, seeing that their commander-in-chief Nahachu was dead, their faces turned dejected, and their once-firm fighting spirit flickered like a candle in the wind, on the verge of collapse.

However, they were all loyal personal guards carefully cultivated by Nahachu. Though their commander was dead, the loyalty in their bones had not dissipated.

They gripped their sabers tightly, their eyes filled with resolve. They did not choose to surrender, but instead raised their blades, resolutely choosing to fight to the death, attempting to defend the dignity of the Great Yuan with their final strength.

West Gate of Liaoyang City!

"Report!"

A Daning border scout galloped over on a fast horse; before he even arrived, his voice had already traveled from afar.

He looked travel-worn, but his face was filled with irrepressible excitement.

"Reporting to the Grand General!"

He arrived before Feng Sheng, pulled hard on the reins, dismounted, knelt on one knee, and said excitedly: "Just received word from the city: General Zhu Ying of our Daning border army has broken into the Grand Marshal's Mansion in the city and beheaded Nahachu!"

"Zhu Ying beheaded Nahachu?"

Hearing this, Feng Sheng's face instantly revealed a look of shock, his eyes filled with disbelief. He frowned slightly, as if doubting whether he had heard correctly.

"Your subordinate is certain!" the scout replied firmly, his voice loud and resolute: "Many soldiers have already seen General Zhu holding Nahachu's head. The Grand Marshal's Mansion has also been captured by our Daning border army!"

"Good!"

The shock on Feng Sheng's face instantly turned into wild joy. He slapped his thigh hard and said "good" three times in a row: "Good, very good!"

This voice was filled with excitement and joy; the objective had been achieved.

"The Battle of Liaodong!"

Feng Sheng looked up toward the distance, his gaze filled with emotion: "After eight months, it is finally coming to an end. The ancestral land that our Huaxia Han people lost for hundreds of years is finally being recovered!"

His voice grew louder and louder, until at the end, it was almost a passionate shout.

"Congratulations to the Grand General!"

"With Liaodong recovered, the Grand General will surely leave his name in history!"

The generals around Feng Sheng gathered around, congratulating him with smiles on their faces. Their eyes were filled with admiration and joy, feeling heartfelt happiness for this hard-won victory.

"The one who will truly leave his name in history is Zhu Ying."

Feng Sheng shook his head slightly, saying with emotion.

"In the Battle of Liaodong, the role he played was too significant."

Feng Sheng's words were filled with praise and affirmation for Zhu Ying.

This was not just his own view, but a fact witnessed by all the Great Ming soldiers who had marched on Liaodong.

Zhu Ying's outstanding performance in this war was seen by everyone and remembered in their hearts. Such glorious battle merits could not be ignored by anyone, much less usurped.

"Grand General."

A deputy general stepped forward and said respectfully: "Nahachu is dead, and the city gates have been breached by our army. It is time to order a full-scale attack."

"En." Feng Sheng nodded, a flash of sternness in his eyes.

"Pass on my order." Feng Sheng shouted loudly, his voice filled with unquestionable majesty: "The entire army is to attack with full force! Announce the news of Nahachu's death to the Yuan troops at the front. Tell the Yuan troops in the city: those who lay down their weapons and surrender will be spared! If they remain stubborn and fight to the death against our royal army, leave none alive!"

"We obey the order!"

The numerous generals shouted in unison, their voices orderly and loud, like rolling thunder, resounding through the sky.

Their faces were filled with excitement and anticipation as they turned and rushed to their respective battlefields, ready to execute this final attack order.

The Battle of Liaoyang!

The entire Great Ming army gathered rapidly, like a surging torrent of steel, launching a full-scale assault on Liaoyang City. This attack came swiftly and decisively, unstoppable like a rainstorm.

Everything proceeded extremely rapidly.

In less than a day, Liaoyang City, which had originally been garrisoned by one hundred thousand troops and appeared as solid as a fortress, was successfully breached under the fierce attack of the Ming army.

And most crucially, the Northern Yuan Grand Marshal Nahachu was also beheaded by Zhu Ying.

This news, like a thunderclap on flat ground, instantly spread across the entire battlefield.

With this, the overall situation in Liaodong would be settled!

Following the capture of Liaoyang City, the next step was simply to continue eastward to recover the remaining cities of Liaodong.

Having experienced this great battle, the Yuan army's morale was low, while the Great Ming army's morale was high. Furthermore, the remaining Yuan troops within Liaodong territory no longer had much strength, so this process naturally would not encounter much strong resistance.

Liaoyang City, Grand Marshal's Mansion!

The grand hall that had originally belonged to Nahachu was now occupied by the Great Ming generals.

However, only generals of the rank of Regional Military Commissioner and above were qualified to step inside.

Looking around, most of the generals in the hall were not stained with blood; their armor was clean and tidy, glinting with a cold, hard light under the candlelight.

However, only Zhu Ying and a few generals under his command had armor and robes deeply stained red with blood; some even bore unhealed wounds, with trickles of blood constantly seeping from them.

This stark contrast perhaps made people understand why the Daning border army was always victorious.

They led from the front, and their generals did not fear death. This behavior of leading by example was in itself the most powerful motivation for their troops.

Although it was fraught with danger, the effect on boosting the combat power of the entire army was immediate.

"General Zhu."

As soon as Feng Sheng saw Zhu Ying step into the hall, he asked with immediate concern: "Where is Nahachu's head?"

His eyes held a hint of urgency, as if waiting for a crucial answer.

Hearing this.

Zhu Ying did not hesitate in the slightest and took Nahachu's head from his waist.

With a *thud*.

He threw it onto the ground.

The head rolled a few times on the floor before finally coming to a stop, its eyes still wide open, as if still speaking of its unwillingness.

The gazes of Feng Sheng and the other generals in the hall converged on that head.

"It is Nahachu." Feng Sheng examined it carefully, a gratified smile appearing on his face: "I remember his appearance from when I captured him before."

Feng Sheng's voice held a hint of emotion, as if recalling the events of the past.

As for the other generals in the hall, their gazes toward Zhu Ying were incomparably complex.

Among them, some had eyes filled with envy, envying Zhu Ying for establishing such glorious battle merits, while others carried a hint of jealousy, jealous that Zhu Ying had taken the lead in this great battle and pocketed the greatest spoils.

They had attacked with all their might, yet in the end, they could not match Zhu Ying's speed and...

However, before the battle-hardened Zhu Ying, no one dared to say anything.

After all, with all four gates being attacked, seizing battle merits was a matter of individual ability. That Zhu Ying could achieve such results was a manifestation of his strength and bravery.

"General Zhu." Feng Sheng said with a full face of smiles, praising Zhu Ying: "You have again rendered great service to the country. With Nahachu beheaded, the great battle of Liaodong is settled."

His words were filled with praise and affirmation for Zhu Ying, and his eyes also held a hint of gratification.

"Killing the enemy for the country is my bounden duty." Zhu Ying cupped his hands in salute and replied with a calm expression.

"Regional Commander." Feng Sheng shouted loudly.

"This subordinate is here." The Regional Commander immediately stepped forward and responded loudly.

"Quickly tally the battle results, preserve Nahachu's head with lime, and send an urgent report to Yingtian regarding the situation in Liaoyang, the battle results, and Nahachu's head, to memorialize the Emperor."

"Liaodong will be completely settled in a few days."

"These battle results should be memorialized quickly."

Feng Sheng ordered methodically, his voice filled with confidence and anticipation, as if he had already seen the day when Liaodong would be completely recovered.

"This subordinate obeys the order." After receiving the order, the Regional Commander turned and hurried away to execute this important task.

"Generals."

Feng Sheng scanned the generals in the hall and continued: "Now that Liaoyang is settled, we still need to hurry to recover the cities of Liaodong to the east. General Lan."

He cast his gaze toward Marquis Lan Yu: "There are only a dozen or so small cities left in the east. I will leave them to you."

Hearing this, a feeling of gratitude surged in Marquis Lan Yu's heart.

He looked at Feng Sheng gratefully and immediately knelt on one knee: "This subordinate obeys the order."

Clearly, on this Liaodong battlefield, the results Marquis Lan Yu had achieved were not very significant; by comparison, they could not even be mentioned in the same breath as those achieved by Fu Youde. Moreover, he was currently a man under indictment by imperial decree, so he naturally urgently needed battle merits to wash away his crimes.

This time, Feng Sheng giving him the task of recovering the small cities in the east was undoubtedly giving him a rare opportunity.

The great merit had already been seized by Zhu Ying, so the remaining small merits of capturing cities were left to Marquis Lan Yu.

Regarding this, Fu Youde did not say anything.

As a Huaixi general, he belonged to the same faction as Marquis Lan Yu, so he naturally could not bear to see Marquis Lan Yu truly punished after returning to the capital.

And Zhu Ying did not say anything either; he had already seized the great merit of Liaoyang, so these small merits of capturing cities were naturally beneath his notice.

"Alright."

Feng Sheng waved his hand and said to the generals in the hall: "Generals. Liaoyang City is settled. There are many prisoners of war captured this time. These still need to be settled. General Fu, the matter of settling the prisoners of war is left to you."

"For those seriously wounded prisoners, follow the old rules: give them a quick end. Those with light wounds should be treated if possible! After the prisoners are organized, detain them together and wait for the Emperor's decree for punishment. As for the other generals, return to your camps and rest!"

"If there are orders, I will send someone to notify you."

"We obey the order."

The generals responded in unison, their voices orderly and loud.

They saluted one after another, then turned and left the hall in an orderly fashion.

At this moment.

Fu Youde suddenly spoke up: "Grand General! There is a situation that is not right."

His voice held a hint of doubt and worry.

"What is it?" Feng Sheng frowned slightly and looked at Fu Youde, asking.

The generals who were preparing to leave also stopped in their tracks, their gazes converging on Fu Youde.

"Nahachu, as the Northern Yuan Grand Marshal, has managed Liaodong for many years..."

Fu Youde said with a serious face: "All along, he has continued to impose heavy taxes on our Han people in Liaodong, but after the army entered this Grand Marshal's Mansion, the army did not search out any gold or silver!"

"This seems strange. Could it be that Nahachu has already transported the gold and silver back to the Northern Yuan in advance?"

At this moment, his eyes held a look of contemplation, as if striving to uncover the truth of the matter.

Before breaking into the Grand Marshal's Mansion, all the generals had imagined the scene of gold and silver filling the mansion; after all, Nahachu had been extorting and plundering in Liaodong for many years, so his wealth naturally would not be small.

However, upon truly stepping into the mansion, they found it empty, without a trace of gold or silver.

"Search."

Feng Sheng made a prompt decision, a flash of resolve in his eyes, his voice filled with unquestionable majesty: "Investigate. Pursue. If Nahachu really transported the gold and silver away, he will definitely leave traces, and even if he transported it, we must find out where it was transported to."

"This subordinate obeys the order."

Fu Youde immediately accepted the order, then turned and strode away, preparing to start investigating the matter.

And at this moment, Zhu Ying was secretly thinking in his heart: "It seems that Nahachu's treasure map contains the gold, silver, and supplies he accumulated from managing Liaodong for many years."

"I imagine it should still be in Liaodong, just hidden very deeply by Nahachu."

"But with this treasure map, this batch of wealth Nahachu hid is mine."

A flash of cunning crossed Zhu Ying's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile.

Zhu Ying was not so noble as to directly offer up this large batch of wealth.

Currently, although Zhu Ying was temporarily serving the Great Ming, the reason for this was, firstly, that fate had played a trick on him, and he had been harmed by the Shen family, trapped in a desperate situation, and had no choice but to join the military.

Secondly, this world was vast and boundless, and Zhu Ying had the ambitions of a great swan in his heart; how could he be content to forever live under others as a subject?

Relying on the system panel to collect attributes, his lifespan was already several hundred years long. In the long years to come, who would dominate the Shenzhou land was not yet certain.

Of course.

The only certainty was that, no matter what, the master of this world could never be those Jianzhou Jurchen barbarians.

Gold, silver, and wealth, in Zhu Ying's eyes, were all key factors that could secretly assist him in developing his own strength.

He knew deeply that if he wanted to realize the hegemony in his heart in the future, strong financial support was indispensable.

Therefore, facing the wealth that could be in his hands, how could he easily hand it over?

Even if he was currently attached to the Great Ming, Zhu Ying was merely borrowing the momentum of the Great Ming's conquests to make himself stronger. His current attachment was all for the sake of creating a country of his own in the future!

As Feng Sheng finished giving instructions on various matters.

Zhu Ying and Bu Wan, along with a group of generals under his command, walked out of the Grand Marshal's Mansion that had once belonged to Nahachu.

"Good lad!"

As soon as they stepped into the military camp, when there was no one around, Bu Wan could no longer suppress the surging excitement in his heart. He walked straight toward Zhu Ying with a face full of smiles and eyes full of admiration, praising loudly: "Amazing!"

The smile on his face and his excitement were overflowing, impossible to hide.

"My lord, you overpraise me."

Zhu Ying responded with a humble smile.

"This is definitely not overpraising!"

Bu Wan waved his hand, his tone growing more passionate.

"Four armies competed for glory, all wishing to establish merits on this battlefield, yet you were able to stand out from the heavy encirclement and intense competition to successfully seize the head of Nahachu alone."

"You must know, the armies under Huaixi have always been known for their formidable combat power, and the soldiers under them are the elite of the Great Ming's elite."

"Yet, you led our Daning border army to bravely behead Nahachu."

"After this, our Daning border army will surely become famous far and wide, shaking the world!"

As Bu Wan spoke, he waved his arms, his emotions rising: "Nahachu, that is the Northern Yuan Grand Marshal, always known as an owl-like hero, who has maneuvered in Liaodong for many years. Who could have thought that he would end up dying at your hands! Hahaha!"

Bu Wan laughed heartily, his laughter clear and heroic; he actually had a bit of the temperament of a martial general now.

"After today's battle."

"Counting the time, it has been more than eight months, and this Liaodong war is finally coming to an end."

Zhu Ying looked up slightly, a smile of relief appearing on his face, and then said in a low voice: "Finally, I can have a good rest."

"Indeed."

Bu Wan looked at Zhu Ying, his eyes filled with gratification: "You lad, since joining the army, wars have been continuous! First the Daning bandit suppression battle, then rushing to the northern frontier to engage in a life-and-death struggle with those Jianzhou Jurchens."

"Now, you have experienced life-and-death tests on this Liaodong battlefield. Walking this path, you have indeed never had a moment of rest."

Bu Wan shook his head slightly, his tone filled with emotion.

Of course.

Even so.

Bu Wan's gaze toward Zhu Ying was filled with appreciation and approval.

He was nearly forty years old, and time had left some traces on his face, while Zhu Ying, in his eyes, was like an outstanding junior with a limitless future.

Recalling back then, Zhu Ying disregarded the danger to his life and took the initiative to request to remain on the northern frontier, intending to drag down the pace of the Jianzhou Jurchen Tatars.

At that moment.

Bu Wan firmly remembered this brave and fearless young man.

On that dangerous battlefield, Bu Wan knew clearly that for a battle general, danger and opportunity often coexist; within a crisis, huge battle merits are often hidden.

And Zhu Ying clearly seized this opportunity.

And precisely because of this.

In just over a year, Zhu Ying rose rapidly in the Great Ming army with a terrifying speed of promotion, becoming the fastest-rising battle general since the founding of the Great Ming, and at the same time, the youngest battle general.

All these honors and achievements were obtained by Zhu Ying risking his life on the edge of death to earn battle merits.

"General."

At this time, Zhang Wu, who was to the side, leaned over with a grin, his eyes glinting with curiosity: "This subordinate heard that a childhood sweetheart of yours has come from your hometown. Is this true?"

As Zhang Wu spoke, he nudged Chen Heng beside him with his elbow, a meaningful smile on his face.

"It is true."

Hearing this, Zhu Ying's mind instantly conjured up Shen Yuer's gentle and moving face, and the corners of his mouth rose involuntarily, a gentle smile appearing on his face, as if reminiscing.

"Congratulations, General!"

Seeing this, Zhang Wu immediately said loudly: "This time, the General can be said to have achieved success and fame, having both glorious battle merits and a beautiful lady by your side! In the future, this subordinate will have the opportunity to drink the General's wedding wine."

As Zhang Wu spoke, he was beaming, as if he had already seen the lively and festive wedding scene.

"I must definitely drink the General's wedding wine." Chen Heng also hurriedly echoed, his face filled with a sincere smile.

"That's right, the General's wedding wine is something we absolutely cannot miss." Liu Zhen nodded vigorously from the side, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"There will definitely be wedding wine." Zhu Ying responded with a smile, his eyes filled with longing for a beautiful future life.

However.

While thinking of Shen Yuer, Zhu Ying's eyes instantly turned cold, and his thoughts involuntarily turned to the Shen family.

"Shen family!"

Zhu Ying gritted his teeth in his heart: "Not only did you want to take my life, but you didn't even spare Lin Bo and Yuer, sending people to assassinate them in secret! It seems your Shen family is determined to be at odds with me to the death!"

Zhu Ying's eyes glinted with fury and killing intent; he would collect this blood debt sooner or later.

"Very well."

Zhu Ying took a deep breath to calm his emotions, thinking to himself: "Once the Battle of Liaodong is completely over, I must see what capabilities this Shen family really has, and at the same time, let them see that I am no longer the naive youth they could deal with at will."

At this time.

"This official must see what the General's childhood sweetheart looks like, and also go see how big the mansion the Emperor bestowed upon the General is."

Bu Wan said with a smile, breaking the brief silence. His words carried a hint of teasing, attempting to ease the slightly oppressive atmosphere.

"General." Zhang Wu spoke up with a grin again: "Let's not mention the wedding wine for now, but I must definitely drink at the mansion-opening banquet."

As Zhang Wu spoke, he rubbed his hands together, a greedy expression on his face.

"That's right, this is a mansion bestowed by the Emperor; the mansion-opening banquet is a must." Chen Heng nodded repeatedly from the side, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Good, good, good." Zhu Ying looked at the expectant eyes of the generals and felt a warmth in his heart, hurriedly responding with a smile: "Once the war is over and we return to Daning, I will definitely set up a few tables and host all you brothers."

"General, you are not allowed to lie to us." Zhang Wu said with a smile: "Once the war is settled, we will definitely go to the General's mansion to have a lively time."

"That's right, we will definitely go..."

The group of generals echoed with smiles.

For a time, the camp was filled with laughter and joy; everyone's faces were filled with the joy of victory and the anticipation of Zhu Ying's banquet.

"Once this battle is over and the results are memorialized to Yingtian."

Bu Wan narrowed his eyes slightly, a meaningful smile on his face: "Your General will also become a true General."

These words naturally contained deep meaning!

Everyone knew that after the Battle of Liaodong ended, the Great Ming imperial court would surely reward based on merit.

With Zhu Ying's outstanding performance and glorious battle merits in the Battle of Liaodong, he would surely be granted the position of Daning Regional Commander.

At that time!

Zhu Ying would command over fifty thousand border troops of Daning, having full authority over all soldiers within the Daning Prefecture territory, becoming a true commanding battle general of a guard battalion.

"With the General's merits."

A general said loudly: "This time, he will definitely become the Daning Regional Commander; this is beyond doubt."

"That's right, beyond doubt."

Other generals echoed.

"When the time comes, with the General commanding our Daning border army, our Daning border army will surely become the strongest border army in the frontier prefecture. The position of Daning Guard Commander belongs to no one but the General!"

The words of the crowd were filled with trust and admiration for Zhu Ying.

In this Daning border army, if it were replaced by a general sent by the imperial court to command, they might feel dissatisfied; after all, the border soldiers had been fighting on the battlefield for years, and each one was a man of iron and blood who only respected battle generals who had real strength and fought for their merits.

But for Zhu Ying, they were completely convinced. Zhu Ying's heroic performance on the battlefield was witnessed by everyone, and Zhu Ying had won the respect and support of every soldier with his bravery.

"Perhaps!"

Bu Wan looked up slightly, thoughtfully saying: "Back then, the Emperor did not appoint a Regional Commander in Daning because he had long anticipated that a hero like Zhu Ying would appear today, right?"

"The Emperor was choosing a truly qualified Regional Commander for Daning to protect the Daning Prefecture territory and guard the frontier."

As Bu Wan spoke, his face was filled with emotion.

He himself was a Prefect concurrently serving as Regional Commander, which was an extremely rare exception among the various prefectures of the Great Ming.

And now, Zhu Ying's sudden emergence seemed to make everything fall into place logically.

"By the way, my lord."

Chen Heng suddenly spoke up, his face carrying a hint of anticipation: "Now that our Daning border army has completed the established tasks and there is no war for the time being, do you think we should also go search? If we happen to find the gold and silver Nahachu transferred, wouldn't that be another great merit? At the very least, it would allow the brothers to make a small fortune."

As Chen Heng spoke, he rubbed his hands together, his eyes glinting with excitement.

"If you want to search, you can lead the army to search." Bu Wan smiled faintly, his expression appearing quite calm: "It's just that Nahachu was a cautious and old-fashioned person. In my opinion, those gold and silver were likely transported back to the Northern Yuan long ago."

As Bu Wan spoke, he shook his head slightly, clearly not holding much hope for Chen Heng's proposal.

"Got it."

Hearing Bu Wan's reply, although Chen Heng felt a bit disappointed, he still nodded immediately.

Being able to get Bu Wan's permission was already enough to satisfy him; as for whether he could find that gold and silver, he didn't really care too much.

Time passed for a while.

Once this discussion ended.

Zhu Ying, under the protection of his personal guards, returned to his own camp.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 114 =====