Jiang Tian transmigrated to the Great Xia Dynasty and was immediately met with a drought that had lasted for many years. The county magistrate, in order to pray for rain from the Dragon King, prepa...
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Within the Xianbei imperial city.
The devastating news arrived.
Every household hangs white silk ribbons.
The people of the capital never imagined that their 800,000-strong army would be wiped out in just a few days, with not a single soldier returning.
Many people ran to the entrance of the Marshal's Mansion.
These people knelt respectfully at the entrance of the Marshal's Mansion, forming a dense, dark mass of kneeling people.
Jiang Tian walked out of the Marshal's Mansion.
When the people saw Jiang Tian come out, they all knelt down and wailed.
"My lord, you must do us justice."
"My lord, all the men in my family went to fight the Russians, and in that battle, all the men in my family died on the battlefield."
"My lord, the Rakshasa people are going too far. We have no grudge against them. They came to the capital to kill and set fires."
Now they've killed so many of our people.
"My lord, you are exceptionally capable. You must lead us to avenge our deceased loved ones."
After hearing this, Jiang Tian nodded to the crowd.
Jiang Tian pretended to be very sad.
He cleared his throat and said loudly, "I never expected things to turn out this way."
Our army pursued them relentlessly, but could not catch up with my Xianbei warriors.
These Xianbei warriors ran incredibly fast.
By the time we arrived at the battlefield, the fighting was already over.
Jiang Tian's voice was very loud. Everyone at the entrance of the Marshal's Mansion could hear him clearly.
"We are deeply saddened. The battlefield is littered with corpses, a truly horrific sight."
The Xianbei warriors fought valiantly, but none survived.