The old soldier excitedly reported, "Your Highness, I have slain ten barbarians!"

Zhu Xiong Ying unfastened the sword from her waist and said, "This sword won't let you kill ten more barbarians, it's just for show! I prefer those divine weapons that have drunk the blood of barbarians! I'll exchange it with you, so I can have a precious sword too!"

The old soldier immediately knelt down and wailed, "My lowly body..."

This displeased Zhu Xiong Ying, who helped the old soldier up and said, "Old general, you are a hero of our Ming Dynasty, how can you treat me lightly! Remember this well, this sword is not for you to worship, pass down to your family, or use to train brave warriors for our Ming Dynasty!"

At this moment, Fu Rang also walked over holding a white flag, and Zhu Xiong Ying took the flag and handed it to the excited old soldier.

Zhu Xiong Ying straightened his armor and slowly walked towards a soldier who was missing an arm. Fu Rang followed at this moment, holding a long halberd.

Without saying a word, Zhu Xiong Ying handed the halberd to the one-armed soldier.

This displeased many civil officials and even some military generals. In their minds, a triumphant army returning home should naturally include some brave and strong men. However, the Crown Prince did not accept this arrangement and strictly ordered that wounded and disabled soldiers, if their health permitted, must return with the royal army and meet the Emperor.

Zhu Xiong Ying took off the scarlet cloak and personally tied it on the excited soldier.

Zhu Xiong Ying laughed heartily and pounded the chest of a boy who still looked quite young. "A true man has slain two traitors! Now go and fetch my horse!"

The excited young man hurriedly ran to the front of the procession. As a meritorious official, leading the horse for the Crown Prince was not a disgrace in this era; it was an incomparably glorious moment, even more glorious than personally killing two barbarian barbarians.

Zhu Xiong Ying personally met with these representative and meritorious soldiers, rewarding or honoring them. In fact, Zhu Xiong Ying's approach was not in line with some of the current etiquette, but no one dared to say anything.

The meritorious soldiers were extremely excited, as this was the highlight of their military careers.

Zhu Xiong Ying wore a seemingly ordinary longsword at his waist, and even gave away his golden helmet. If it weren't for the special Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Armor, it probably would have been given away by the generous Zhu Xiong Ying as well.

Zhu Xiong Ying mounted his horse and shouted, "Victory for the royal army!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

The young man walked ahead with his head held high, leading his horse, while Xu Yungong and Li Jinglong naturally followed closely behind.

Zhu Xiong Ying's entourage looked somewhat odd; some had scarred faces, some were missing limbs, and some wore tattered armor—it didn't matter. Zhu Xiong Ying didn't care about any of that. This royal army and its entourage only fueled his pride and excitement!