Chapter 77: You Don't Have the Ability to Kill Me

Chishu turned his head with difficulty and saw, behind him, a ghost-like youth who had emerged from who knows where.

"You... who are you..."

"There is no need to know who I am; you only need to know that I fight for the Goddess."

The youth pulled out his military dagger with an expressionless face, then struck again fiercely.

In one breath, he stabbed Chishu more than a dozen times.

Chishu collapsed into a pool of blood, dying with his eyes wide open in resentment.

The youth's face was splattered with fresh blood.

He coldly bent down and wiped the blood-stained blade on Chishu's clothes.

Xiao Dabao ran up excitedly, carrying a sack.

"Liujin, what are you doing here?"

He was scavenging in the chaos, stripping military tags off the corpses to trade for Ham Sausage.

Xiao Liujin unhooked Chishu's military tag and, without even looking at it, tossed it to Xiao Dabao.

"Take it."

Xiao Dabao was stunned, then immediately alarmed, as if he were holding a hot potato.

"Liujin, you actually killed the barbarian general Chishu! You've performed a great service!"

"Take the military tag and go exchange it for a reward!"

"I don't need it." Xiao Liujin said indifferently, throwing a burlap sack at Xiao Dabao's feet. "For you."

Inside the sack were over two hundred military tags.

All of them killed by him alone.

"I'm... I'm rich." Xiao Dabao was dumbfounded.

After coming to his senses, he beamed with joy, scrambling to hug the sack to his chest. "How many boxes of ham sausage can this trade for? Jinluo, Shuanghui... I want them all..."

With a younger brother like this, he, the older brother, could just lie back and relax for the rest of his life!

"The whole army, retreat!"

The Daye Army retreated one after another, like the ebbing tide.

On the devastated battlefield, there were corpses, weapons, and smoke everywhere...

"The Beijiang Army has won!"

The Beijiang Army cheered thunderously, their shouts shaking the heavens.

They tossed their weapons into the air, celebrating this hard-won victory!

Just as everyone was celebrating the victory, Yang Wei and several trusted aides crawled out in a sorry state from a dog hole outside the city of Heyuan County.

The night wind carried the faint sound of cheers.

Yang Wei froze, an expression of disbelief appearing on his face.

"What? Xiao Moting won?"

"He led sixty thousand Beijiang Army troops and actually defeated three hundred thousand elite Daye Army soldiers?"

"How is that possible..."

From behind him came a cold voice.

"In this world, there is no such thing as impossible."

Yang Wei shuddered all over and turned around in terror. "Your... Your Highness the Fourth Prince?"

Behind him.

Xiao Moting was dressed in a deep red battle robe, his long hair tied in a ponytail with a jade crown, looking cold and noble.

He looked at Yang Wei indifferently, his gaze cold and chilling.

"General Yang, thinking of abandoning the city and fleeing again?"

"I... you... no, it's not..." Yang Wei was so scared his tongue tied in knots.

What was going on?

Only he and his trusted aides knew about this secret passage out of the city; how could he have been caught by Xiao Moting?

Suddenly, he saw his own trusted aides standing behind Xiao Moting and was instantly enraged.

"You dare to betray me?"

Xiao Moting gave a cold laugh.

"Yang Wei, you are greedy for life and afraid of death, selfish, and have never shown the slightest bit of loyalty to the soldiers under your command."

"Wang Ziyi defended the city while ill, yet you conspired to kill him!"

"No one will lay down their life for a person like you!"

After speaking, he waved his hand.

"Seize Yang Wei. The Chief Commander abandoned the city and fled, plotting against his own soldiers; according to military law, he is to be beheaded. Carry out the execution tomorrow at noon!"

"What?" Yang Wei's eyes widened, unable to believe his ears. "Prince of Northern Suppression, you want to behead me? I am an official of the Imperial Court, a frontier-guarding general personally appointed by the Emperor. If there is a violation of Military Order, it is for the Emperor to deal with!"

At this moment, Wang Ziyi stepped forward and bowed to Xiao Moting.

"Your Highness, please forgive this subordinate for being unable to salute while in armor."

"Thank you, Your Highness, for sending troops to save all the people of Heyuan!"

Behind him stood a dense crowd of Heyuan soldiers.

Everyone spoke in unison.

"Thank you, Prince of Northern Suppression!"

"You... you..." Yang Wei was so angry his face changed color. "I am your Great General."

Wang Ziyi gave a disdainful laugh, "A dog that abandons its city is not fit to be our commander."

After saying this, he bowed to Xiao Moting again.

"The one hundred thousand soldiers of Heyuan are willing to follow the Prince of Northern Suppression and campaign with you!"

Yang Wei's face turned green!

His one hundred thousand troops had actually all mutinied and defected to Xiao Moting.

"Take him away," Xiao Moting commanded in a deep voice.

Yang Wei gritted his teeth and shouted sharply.

"Xiao Moting, I am a man of the Second Prince!"

"I bet you that the imperial decree ordering you to release me will arrive tomorrow; you don't have the ability to kill me."

"When that time comes, I want you to apologize to me in front of everyone and personally escort me out of Heyuan Cheng!"

Several soldiers walked over, supporting Wang Sheng.

Wang Ziyi trembled all over and blurted out.

"Sheng'er!"

Wang Sheng panted weakly, "Father, the medical officer said it was Shennü Daren who taught them medical skills, which is how my life was saved."

"Thank you, Shennü Daren," Wang Ziyi said, tears streaming down his face.

Madam Wang ran forward, weeping, and hugged Wang Sheng tightly.

"Sheng'er, Mother thought I would never see you again."

She wiped away her tears, knelt down with a thud before Xiao Moting, and held up a large rectangular wooden box with both hands.

"Shennü Daren saved my son; the entire Wang clan is eternally grateful!"

"This is the clan's heirloom; I beg the Prince to help present it to the Goddess to thank her for her great kindness."

Xiao Moting took the wooden box.

Inside the box was a sharp Long Sword with a hilt cast from gold.

"Very well, I will give it to her."

Outside the city gate, the commoners were crowded together, beating gongs and drums!

They held torches and cheered with joy, welcoming the Beijiang Army into the city!

"It was the Prince of Northern Suppression who saved Heyuan County! He saved us all."

"Prince of Northern Suppression, you are the great benefactor of us people of Heyuan."

Xiao Moting rode on his horse, leading the army into the city.

Along the way, the commoners vied to offer items: melons and fruits, copper coins, embroidery...

These were all their most precious possessions.

Suddenly, a Scent Sachet was held out in front of Xiao Moting.

The young woman offering the Scent Sachet was beautiful, and she was looking at him with a blushing, shy expression.

Judging by her clothing and adornments, she appeared to be the daughter of a wealthy family.

Xiao Moting glanced at it but did not take it.

He turned his head to the side.

"Xiao Dabao, someone is giving you something."

"Is that so?" Xiao Dabao ran forward happily, snatched the Scent Sachet, "Give it to me, give it to me! In all my life, no girl has ever given me a Scent Sachet."

Xiao Moting spurred his horse and rode away.

The young woman stood by the side of the road, stunned and left in a daze.