Situ Nanzhao and Wei Wuxiu reacted in a completely different way from Yan Xiao.

Although the two already knew what Yan Xiao had done before from him, they were still uncertain whether it would succeed or what the outcome would be.

But the scene before them was far better than they had imagined; it was almost unbelievable. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed it was real.

The barbarian cavalry disintegrated in an instant, right before their eyes.

Wei Wuxiu swallowed hard, turned his gaze to Yan Xiao, whose face was contorted with pain, and couldn't help but tentatively ask:

"Sister-in-law, how did you do that?"

Yan Xiao didn't even look up when she heard this: "What's the big deal? I personally took action, shouldn't the Barbarian King give me a full appearance fee?"

As she spoke, she reminded him, "Are the people who were sent out reliable? Every single warhorse that ran away must be brought back for me. I can't let all my work go to waste."

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, they'll take care of this little thing."

Yan Xiao nodded upon hearing this, then turned his gaze toward the Barbarian King. He saw that although the King was furious, he had not lost his mind. When he saw a horse running away, he did not send anyone to chase it, but instead ordered his men to immediately regroup with the main force and break through the encirclement.

Wei Wuxiu also witnessed this scene. In the past, he would have made the decision himself at this point, but now he instinctively asked Yan Xiao for her opinion first.

"Sister-in-law, do you think we should press our advantage?"

Yan Xiao shook her head slightly: "No need. The barbarian army has not been seriously injured at the moment. They chose to retreat for other reasons. Pursuing them now would definitely be a fierce battle, and we would not gain any advantage."

She glanced at the warhorses lying on the ground and laughed:

"The Barbarian King's visit this time is a great gift to Jiangbei. Not only did he bring warhorses, but he also brought so much top-quality horse meat."

The soldiers must not have had a good meal of meat in a long time. Have the horse carcass sent back to the city so they can have a taste.

Wei Wuxiu shared the same idea and nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

By the time the battlefield was cleaned up, it was already dawn, and Yan Xiao and the others had already entered the city.

At this moment, the people in the city breathed a sigh of relief, and smiles appeared on their faces.

They were worried that Jiangbei would be lost without Shen Muzhi, but when the Jiangbei army arrived, they quickly repelled the barbarian army and gained so many precious warhorses.

When they finally heard that the person in charge this time was not the young master, but the general's wife, they were surprised for a moment, but considering Yan Xiao's past behavior, they found themselves accepting it quite well.

She thought to herself: No wonder General Shen values ​​this woman; she is truly a woman who is just as capable as any man.

Yan Xiao didn't care what the people thought. After returning to the city, she first exchanged a few words with the guardian deity and learned about the situation of Lou Guyu and Shen Muzhi. After thinking for a moment, she had several large bonfires set up at the city gate.

Then they had some of the killed warhorses cleaned up and placed on the fire, roasting whole horses at the foot of the city gate, and also stewing several large pots of horse meat soup.

She did all this not just to eat, but to disgust the barbarian king.

Yan Xiao looked at the newly produced megaphone in his hand and smiled with satisfaction at Mo Antong:

"Master Mo's skills are indeed exquisite. Thank you for your hard work."

After saying that, she handed the megaphone to a soldier from Jiangbei and told him to take the megaphone and shout from the city wall as she instructed.

The shouts roughly meant, "Thank you, barbarian king, for sending us warhorses from afar," implying that the horse meat was very fragrant and chewy.

While you're at it, ask the other person if they're eating well. If they're not, ask them to come over, kowtow a few times, and acknowledge you as their father. You could also give them a bowl of hot soup, etc.

The loudspeaker could amplify the sound, though not enough to reach the barbarian camp, but enough for the barbarian scouts to hear clearly.

Wei Wuxiu and Situ Nanzhao were sitting in the city, so they could hear it even more clearly.

The two exchanged a glance, their expressions somewhat intriguing, before Situ Nanzhao finally spoke first:

"Is the young master letting her do whatever she wants? Isn't he worried that something might happen?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Wuxiu glanced at Situ Nanzhao with a smile, his tone calm:

"Mr. Qian, there's no need to try to trick me like this. I'm not a power-hungry person. Although her actions are unpredictable, she can get things done that I can do. I'm completely convinced now."

Moreover, she possesses a token that allows her to mobilize the Jiangbei Army; logically and morally, I have no reason to restrain her, nor can I restrain her.”

Upon hearing this, Situ Nanzhao carefully examined Wei Wuxiu for a few moments. Seeing his composed expression, he returned the smile.

"Seeing is believing, Your Highness is truly magnanimous."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Wei Wuxiu: "Since that's the case, I have other things to do, so I won't stay any longer. I hope that you will tell my younger sister for me later."

Upon hearing this, Wei Wuxiu's lips twitched slightly. He was curious to see what Shen Muzhi's expression would be when he returned and discovered he had an older brother-in-law.

He regained his composure and, without intending to keep Situ Nanzhao any longer, politely said, "Thank you for your help, Mr. Qian. Since you have other matters to attend to, I will not linger any longer."

"You're too kind, Young Master..."

The soldiers north of the Yangtze River were overjoyed by the aroma of meat, and the provocative shouts from the city tower only added to the festive atmosphere.

The situation on the barbarian side was not so pleasant.

The barbarian king's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He had already ordered all those in charge of managing the warhorses to be killed in his anger, and the atmosphere in the army camp was tense and apprehensive.

The cavalrymen, already distressed without their horses, dared not even breathe loudly, fearing that the barbarian king might displease them and slaughter them all.