Chapter 960: Alternative

The rebel army was fleeing in all directions. The hundred Xu family youth Dao foundation cultivators divided into several small teams, advancing steadily, the sound of gunfire continuous. With every gunshot, a rebel soldier fell. The flying sword guns used by the Azure Void Dao foundation cultivators had been improved generation after generation, and by now, they were basically stabilized in the direction of single-shot rapid fire, high power, and long range.

However, the rebel army's level of fleeing was not much worse than that of the Master Yu Jing old man; in the blink of an eye, they had already fled into the surrounding wilderness. The original battlefield was left with tens of thousands of corpses, and the vast majority were only dead, not injured.

Although Ji Weiwei Yuan stood in the air, his mind had been thinking about future choices.

At this moment, seeing the rebel army collapse, a small squad of cavalry came out from the Ji Kingdom government army side, ran under Ji Weiwei Yuan, and a captain cupped his hands and said, "What is the background of this righteous man? My general would like to invite the righteous man over for a meeting and have a chat."

Ji Weiwei Yuan frowned slightly. The atmosphere in this Ji Kingdom was truly somewhat strange; the government army feared the bandits like snakes and scorpions, but turned around and thought that since they didn't have an official position, the general's airs were put on again. He had destroyed Xu Kuang with three thunders, and Zhang Sheng had defeated Master Yu Jing with one move; did this person not see any of it?

Ji Weiwei Yuan's face sank. Suddenly, a Dharma Form cultivator appeared on the ground, wearing armor in the style of the Great Tang. This Dharma Form cultivator raised his horse whip and lashed it across the captain's face, directly pulling him off his horse!

Then the Dharma Form cultivator whipped continuously, lashing more than ten times, scolding as he whipped, "Dog-fart general! My lord is the Great Tang Qingyang Military Governor. In front of my lord, you are all just cannon fodder! Daring to be disrespectful to my lord, I will beat you half to death first!"

The captain was whipped and screamed repeatedly. The government army originally had quite a bit of arrogance, but seeing this Dharma Form lord's hand was quite black, they immediately covered their heads and fled, abandoning their own captain.

The captain was at the mid-stage of Dao foundation, but in front of a high-level Dharma Form cultivator, he was like a child, whipped without any ability to struggle.

Soon the government army general got the news and immediately flew over by himself, bringing only a few personal guards.

This general was at the mid-stage of Dharma Form. When he arrived in front of Ji Weiwei Yuan, he finally saw the appearance of Ji Weiwei Yuan and Zhang Sheng, faintly sensed their aura, and his heart skipped a beat. Then, seeing the Dharma Form warrior whose cultivation was equal to his own being extremely respectful to Ji Weiwei Yuan, he immediately lowered his body, his height half a head lower than Ji Weiwei Yuan's, and cupped his hands, "The end general Zhao Zhen, see the Military Governor!"

Ji Weiwei Yuan smiled without warmth, "The Great Tang and the Ji Kingdom are called monarch and subject, but you and I each serve our own masters, and there is no subordination between us. General Zhao, no need for such courtesy. It's just that as a Great Tang official, I still have to pursue the rebel army and cannot chat much with the general. General Zhao, please feel free."

Zhao Zhen looked at the rebel corpses all over the ground, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't dare to say what he wanted to say, and left in a dejected manner.

A moment later, the large Ji army set off and left. It was just that many officers in the team frequently looked over here.

Ji Weiwei Yuan frowned slightly and said to Zhang Sheng, "Can you bring that general over? I still have a few questions to ask him."

Zhang Sheng said indifferently, "A small matter."

An old Daoist appeared above her head, sitting cross-legged, with black and white energy in his hands, constantly swirling. Suddenly, that Zhao-surnamed general appeared in mid-air, still maintaining the posture of riding a horse and thinking.

Zhao Zhen was thinking about who this so-called Qingyang Military Governor was, when suddenly the world changed before his eyes, the large army became more than ten miles away, and he inexplicably appeared in mid-air, falling headfirst!

Before he could use his magic power to protect his body, he was helped up by Ji Weiwei Yuan, who said, "General Zhao, don't be alarmed. I just want to ask you something. I see that your army seems very interested in these rebel corpses. I wonder why this is?"

Zhao Zhen only then recovered, immediately terrified. He was at least a Dharma Form cultivator, but he was captured silently, let alone resisting, he didn't even know how he got here.

Now that his life was in someone else's hands, he immediately adopted the attitude of kneeling to welcome his immediate superior, "My lord, you don't know, now the King attaches great importance to suppressing the rebellion and has promised heavy rewards. Handing in one rebel head can get some silver money, and a hundred heads can promote one rank. And these more than ten thousand elite heads are enough for this small general to be enfeoffed with a title."

Wanting heads? Ji Weiwei Yuan frowned slightly. There were many ways to verify whether battle achievements were falsely reported. The simplest was for military generals to carry image-recording balls, or at worst, search the memories of officers, or issue blood oaths, all of which could verify it. Why must heads be submitted? In terms of convenience, cutting off thumbs or ears was better than this.

Perhaps there was only one reason: the King of Ji needed heads, especially the heads of the rebel army.

Ji Weiwei Yuan asked again about the available city supply points nearby, and then let Zhao Zhen go. Zhao Zhen looked at the several high-level Dharma Form cultivators standing around Ji Weiwei Yuan, shivered, and hurriedly chased after his army. ===== CHAPTER 961 =====