Jiang Ming knew in truth that this person was beyond saving...

Let alone in ancient times, even in a modern hospital, there's an 80% chance they wouldn't have been able to save him.

But the important thing is a stance!

"The Prince Consort... the Prince Consort Khan..."

The general of the Tuoba tribe weakly grasped Jiang Ming's wrist, his eyes filled with pain, helplessness, and hope...

Then, his head lolled to the side, and he died.

Jiang Ming hugged him tightly, 'sadly'.

The soldiers of the Tuoba tribe who witnessed the scene before them were all moved, biting their lips and lowering their heads...

Seeing this, Changsun Yuenu's big, simple-minded nephew scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.

Soon, the medical officer arrived.

Their so-called "medical officers" were dressed like shamans, wearing totem masks and looking like complete idiots...

Jiang Ming sighed deeply and gently smoothed the eyes of the dead general in his arms, closing them...

"Who gave you permission to engage in this duel?"

Jiang Ming stood up and angrily questioned the soldiers of both armies.

Neither side dared to utter a sound, and even Changsun Yuenu lowered her head in embarrassment.

"I!"

Dugu Yan of the Tuoba tribe stood up, calm and composed, and walked confidently to Jiang Ming's side.

"Greetings, Chief Khan!"

She still observed the most basic etiquette, bowing slightly and clasping her hands in a gesture of respect to Jiang Ming.

Then he immediately straightened his head and puffed out his chest, his eyes filled with an expression of neither servility nor arrogance.

Jiang Ming glanced at her and noticed that Dugu Yan's bust size was quite good, at least a C cup.

"You are Dugu Yan?"

"It is indeed your concubine!"

"Who gave you permission to fight privately?"

"Khan..."

Dugu Yan replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "This is the rule of the grasslands. The Changsun tribe wants to take what does not belong to them... Fighting them is already the biggest concession our Tuoba tribe has made!"

"absurd!"

Jiang Ming sneered, "Then tell me, what do they want to take? And what belongs to you?"

"Grassland, and spoils of war!"

Dugu Yan frowned slightly, a hint of hostility flashing in her eyes as she replied, "The Great Khan ordered us to migrate here. This grassland was first arrived by our Tuoba tribe, and their Changsun tribe should have moved elsewhere... As for the spoils of war, in the Battle of Lone Wolf Mountain, their Changsun tribe did not send a single soldier, while almost all of our Tuoba tribe's warriors were killed or wounded... Now they want to share the spoils with us. Is there anything more unfair in the world?"

"Yes! We're following the rules of the grasslands, so these spoils should all be ours!"

After the Grand Consort said this, several generals from the Tuoba tribe joined in the commotion.

"hehe......"

Jiang Ming sneered, "Your spoils of war? In the Battle of Lone Wolf Mountain, did your Tuoba tribe win or lose?"

This question stumped Dugu Yan... her brows furrowed into a knot.

"Do you think I don't understand the rules of the grasslands?"

Jiang Ming sneered, then paced back and forth, loudly proclaiming in front of the soldiers of both armies: "The rules of the grasslands dictate that the victors take all the spoils, while the losers, no matter how many die, are nothing and gain nothing! Isn't that right?"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers of both armies nodded in agreement.

Did the Tuoba tribe win the Battle of Lone Wolf Mountain?

Jiang Ming turned to Dugu Yan and asked with a cold smile, "If it weren't for my night raid on the Xiongnu's old camp and the complete annihilation of their stronghold, do you think the Xiongnu's main force, which had all the advantages of timing and terrain, would have made peace with you and let you go?"

Upon hearing this, the Tuoba tribe members, who had just been somewhat resentful, all lowered their heads.

People from the grasslands value military achievements and strength the most.

Jiang Ming's words tore away the Tuoba tribe's fig leaf: You didn't even win, so what do you want as spoils of war?

Dugu Yan's face was also very pale, and she was breathing heavily, as if she couldn't breathe at all!

"Furthermore, these spoils of war were left behind after the main force of the Xiongnu was wiped out..."

Jiang Ming paced back and forth and continued, "Who annihilated the main force of the Xiongnu? It was me! It was me and Prince Lie's 20,000 troops who annihilated the main force of the Xiongnu. And these 20,000 men weren't from your Tuoba tribe, were they from the Murong tribe!"

These words made Dugu Yan even more embarrassed...

She swallowed hard and said, "Then those people from our Tuoba tribe who sacrificed themselves to protect the Great Khan died in vain? The Great Khan said he would compensate us... and told us to come to you to claim our rewards, but the princess wants to divide the spoils equally. This is not fair!"

"Yes! This is unfair!"

Several generals behind Dugu Yan also shouted, "Our men died protecting the Great Khan!"

"Are you unable to understand what I'm saying, or have I failed to explain myself clearly?"

Jiang Ming glared coldly at the Tuoba tribe members!

“I said, one thing is one thing. I’ll give you rewards, but these spoils of war belong to me! Because I won the battle! Although many of your Tuoba tribes died, you didn’t win, right? The rules on the grasslands don’t say… that you should take spoils even if you didn’t win, do they?”

Jiang Ming's words were impeccable!

This left Dugu Yan speechless...

"What about the grasslands?"

Dugu Yan's face turned red as she said, "Weren't we the first to arrive at this grassland? It's already winter, and we don't have enough grass and water... The Changsun tribe is also trying to take it!"

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