Chapter 388: Who Did He Offend?

Under the cover of Bai Wei and the Peasant Army, Xiao Moting led his troops into the enemy formation, cutting through them as easily as slicing vegetables, gradually closing in on Yuan Zhi.

"Xiao Moting!" Yuan Zhi's eyes were bloodshot, and he immediately raised his blade to meet him. "Today I must have a proper fight with you and cut you down with my own hands..."

Splat!

Yuan Zhi's whole body shuddered, and he looked down in disbelief at his abdomen, which had been slashed open, revealing a bloody gash.

"You..."

He fell heavily from his horse and tumbled to the ground.

Xiao Moting's tall figure stood imposingly, the Long Blade in his hand dripping with fresh blood.

"Who said I wanted to fight you?"

Yuan Zhi lay on the ground, his body convulsing; a deep wound had been carved into his abdomen, and his internal organs spilled out onto the ground, mixed with blood.

He gazed at the sky, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

"Why... clearly I should have been the... War God..."

Yuan Zhi closed his eyes and breathed his last.

The opponent's strike had been so fast and fierce that he could not dodge it.

He hadn't even had time to raise his blade before he was swiftly cut down by Xiao Moting.

Qin Zhan lunged forward, sliced off Yuan Zhi's head with one stroke, and held it high.

"The enemy commander has been slain!"

"The Yuan Family Army is defeated!"

With their Chief Commander killed, the Yuan Family Army lost its backbone and instantly became a mob, fleeing in all directions.

Xiao Moting raised his blade and roared sternly.

"Those who surrender will not be killed!"

Seeing that the situation was lost, the Yuan Family Army scattered, running and fleeing in total chaos.

Qin Zhan, mounted on his horse, shouted loudly.

"Beijiang is not short of water or grain! Those willing to surrender will be rewarded with a hundred catties of rice and flour, and your families can be brought along too!"

"Everyone will have land to farm, food to eat, and clothes to wear; you will not be cold or hungry."

"The Prince of Zhenbei treats his soldiers well and will never let you serve as cannon fodder! Those who surrender will be treated well; those who do not will be executed!"

At this moment, Zhang Yu also rushed forward and shouted in the local Yannan dialect.

"Brothers, surrender! I am also from Yannan; the Prince of Zhenbei provides medicine and grain and has saved many of our farmers."

"If you follow Yuan Canghai, you will only be used as cannon fodder. Why should everyone throw their lives away for him for nothing?"

The Peasant Army behind them also joined in the shouting, urging the Yuan Family Army to surrender.

The Peasant Army were all from Yannan and spoke the local Yannan dialect, earnestly trying to persuade them to surrender.

Many in the Yuan Family Army were shaken.

Some recognized the Peasant Army.

"That... looks like a fellow villager from my neighboring village. Should we surrender?"

"I think I saw a distant relative."

"We won't have a good life if we go back anyway. Why don't we surrender?"

As Zhang Yu and Qin Zhan shouted repeatedly, many of the Yuan Family Army wavered and began to drop their weapons.

Yuan Zhi was dead; he was Yuan Canghai's most beloved nephew, and news of his death would surely incite Yuan Canghai's monstrous rage.

And as defeated generals who failed to protect their Chief Commander, they would not have a good outcome if they returned to the Yuan Clan's army.

Besides, they hadn't lived good lives in the Yuan Family Army anyway; it would be better to follow the Prince of Zhenbei.

Just look at the Prince of Zhenbei's troops—each one dressed better than them and armed with stronger weapons.

When the Prince of Zhenbei fought, he led the charge himself, but when Yuan Zhi fought, he made his soldiers serve as cannon fodder!

On this point alone, Xiao Moting was better than the Yuan Clan!

The soldiers realized this, threw down their weapons one after another, and knelt on the ground as prisoners of war.

There was still a very small portion of troops who were Yuan Zhi's confidants and continued to resist desperately.

For these people, Xiao Moting showed no mercy and ordered them all to be executed!

Following a burst of dense gunfire, Yuan Zhi's confidants fell to the ground one after another.

One of the commanders, acting suspiciously along the corner of a wall, tried to slip away amidst the chaotic battle.

Suddenly!

His body gave a violent jolt, and he looked down in terror.

A cold, sharp blade was pressed against his neck, and a streak of blood slowly seeped out onto his skin.

From behind him came the cold voice of a young man.

"I have remembered your voice."

The commander trembled uncontrollably.

When did someone appear behind him?

His pupils dilated, and he used all his strength to beg for mercy.

"The Prince of Zhenbei said that those who surrender will not be killed. I surrender, please spare my life..."

Xiao Lujing remained expressionless and slit the man's throat with one stroke, severing his windpipe so he could not cry out.

Immediately after, he thrust his blade into the man's heart and gave it a heavy twist.

This set of killing techniques was performed in one fluid motion, extremely clean and efficient.

A stream of foul blood sprayed out along the blood groove of the Triangular Military Dagger.

Xiao Lujing turned around and left without looking back.

The general stumbled, a surge of hot blood gushed from his chest, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Until his death, he could not figure it out.

Why was he killed even though he had already surrendered?

Who had he offended?

More than half of the Yuan Clan's troops surrendered, all of them having laid down their weapons and crouching in the corners with their heads in their hands, a vast, dark mass.

Zhang Yu led the Peasant Army to hunt down the scattered fugitives everywhere.

Seeing that the battle was decided.

Bai Wei let out a long sigh of relief; she had no time to rest and hurriedly said to Qin Zhan.

"The fighting is mostly over; you all clean up the aftermath, I am going to the cellar to perform surgery on Zhou Yanli."

Zhou Yanli was still unconscious and had been carried into the cellar by the Northern Frontier Army; there was still a Bullet in his body that needed to be removed immediately.

Qin Zhan muttered in a low voice, "This man surnamed Zhou, just let him die."

"That won't do." Bai Wei heard him and turned her head to say, "His life is very important; he cannot die."

Qin Zhan scratched his head in embarrassment, "Bai, please go ahead, I was just talking nonsense."

The cellar was right in the courtyard, covered by a wooden board.

Bai Wei pulled the wooden board open and climbed down the ladder.

This cellar was the place where the Young Master Li and his party had been hiding just moments ago, and it was pitch black inside.

Bai Wei took an emergency light out of her space and lit it, seeing at a glance Zhou Yanli lying quietly on the ground, his eyes tightly shut.

His wound had already been treated by her earlier and the bleeding had stopped, but his complexion was still as white as paper.

Zhou Yanli was already sickly to begin with, and after losing so much blood, he was even more incredibly weak.

"I cannot delay any longer."

Bai Wei quickly checked him over, immediately took a steel-wire bed and a large pile of surgical instruments out of her space, and began the surgery right there.

The surrounding environment was harsh and the air was foul, but time could not wait.

Bai Wei put on a mask, performed a simple disinfection, and fearing he might wake up from the pain, she also administered an injection of anesthetic.

Then, she picked up the scalpel, carefully cut open Zhou Yanli's wound, and used tweezers to extract the Bullet.

The Bullet had struck Zhou Yanli in the chest, breaking two ribs; the injury was not light, but fortunately, it had not damaged his internal organs.

It was fortunate that Zhou Yanli had the Precognition, having used his Long Sword to block it in advance, otherwise he truly would not have survived.

Bai Wei concentrated intently, performing the surgery with extreme caution.

Extracting the bullet, stopping the bleeding, disinfecting, suturing...

On the ground above, the sound of running footsteps and crisp gunfire could be heard from time to time.

This was Xiao Moting and the others hunting down the resisting enemy troops.

Just as Bai Wei was suturing the wound, a weak and powerless voice suddenly sounded in her ear.

"Why... didn't you leave..."