The battle is nearing its end, or rather, it has entered the slaughter and MVP settlement phase.
The Goryeo soldiers who stubbornly resisted were mercilessly slaughtered.
The survivors were herded like lambs to the city square, where they knelt down in a dark mass, shivering in the cold air, their eyes filled with despair and fear.
The Northern Di cavalry galloped through the streets, kicking open the doors of houses and shops, and roughly dragging out all valuable property, food, and even women of any interest.
Surrounded by a group of equally menacing cavalry commanders and captains, Wuzhu strode heavily up a higher step at the edge of the square.
He looked down at the prisoners at his feet, who were like livestock waiting to be slaughtered, and a smile of undisguised contempt and greed curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Woo—" A deep, resonant sound of a bull horn rose up, drowning out the noise of the scene.
A Northern Di cavalry commander rode up to the front of the prisoners and roared in broken Korean mixed with Di language:
"Listen! You cowardly sheep! From this day forward, your lives belong to the great Left Wise King! To the descendants of the Azure Wolf!"
Wuzhu slowly drew the jewel-encrusted scimitar from his waist, its blade reflecting a blinding cold light in the dim sunlight.
He casually pointed the tip of his knife at a middle-aged man in the group of prisoners who was dressed somewhat decently and appeared to be a local nobleman or official.
"You, come out here!"
The Goryeo man was already terrified. He scrambled out of the ranks and prostrated himself at Wuzhu's feet, tears streaming down his face, pleading incessantly in Goryeo.
Wuzhu couldn't understand it at all, and he was too lazy to listen.
With a flick of his wrist, the blade flashed like lightning!
"Ah—!" A bloodcurdling scream pierced the sky.
The Korean man was seen clutching his bleeding left ear, writhing and groaning in agony on the ground.
Wuzhu used the tip of his knife to lift the bloody ear, displaying it like a trophy, and addressed all the prisoners with a thunderous voice:
"Go back! Tell your king who's hiding in the mountains!"
He roared in the Northern Barbarian language, and a translator vehemently translated his meaning into Korean:
"If you want to redeem these useless pieces of trash, then show your sincerity! Send your most beautiful maidens, your brightest jewels, and the grain and treasures from your most fertile lands to the royal court! Otherwise,"
He grinned maliciously, casually tossing the ear to the ground and crushing it with the sole of his boot. "They will be slaves on the grasslands for generations to come, until their bloodline is wiped out!"
That night, the Northern Di army lit countless bonfires in their long camps outside the city, illuminating half the sky.
The celebration of victory reached its peak.
The soldiers gathered around the fire, tearing into the roasted beef and mutton legs, and drinking the captured Goryeo wine and their own mare's milk wine.
The looted wealth piled up like small mountains, and disheveled Goryeo women cried and struggled in the tents, only to be met with more unrestrained laughter.
Inside Wuzhu's royal tent, the noise was deafening. He drank heartily with the leaders of various tribes and his trusted generals, enjoying the dances that the Goryeo captives were forced to perform. The air was filled with the strong smell of alcohol, meat, and savage pleasure.
However, this wild celebration was abruptly interrupted by a scout who had traveled from the south.
When the scouts were led to Wuzhu, the noise inside the royal tent subsided slightly, and everyone looked over with a mixture of drunkenness and curiosity.
"Left Wise King, urgent military intelligence from the south!"
The scout knelt on one knee, his voice hoarse from the long journey, and held a sealed leather letterbox high in the air.
Wuzhu was embracing a noblewoman from Goryeo whom he had abducted and pouring her wine when he heard this. He frowned impatiently, took the letter tube, and waved the woman away.
Slightly drunk, he used a dagger to pry open the sealing wax and pull out a parchment letter inside.
At first, his rugged face was flushed with the smugness of alcohol and the triumph of a conqueror, his gaze casually sweeping over the words.
But soon, the color drained from his face at a visible speed, and his drunkenness was instantly dispelled by shock and rage. His brows furrowed tightly into a "川" shape, and his fingers gripping the letter trembled slightly from the force.
"Useless! A bunch of useless trash who should be abandoned by the Eternal Heaven!"
He suddenly sprang up from the bearskin-covered chair like an enraged lion, letting out a deafening roar, slamming the letter in his hand to the ground, and then kicking over the low table in front of him that was full of wine and meat!
Golden cups and silver plates jingled, and wine and meat juices splashed all over the general beside him.
The tent fell silent instantly; the singing and dancing had stopped, and everyone was stunned by Wuzhu's sudden outburst of rage.
"Wumuqi! Xiutu King! How could Wuhan have raised two useless idiots!"
Wuzhu paced back and forth, his eyes bloodshot, his voice trembling with extreme rage, "With tens of thousands of my Northern Di warriors, we have suffered heavy losses in Longyou!"
"They couldn't even take down a small city like Guazhou! Instead, they were utterly routed by that Da Yin man named Zhao Muyun!"
"They have utterly disgraced the warriors of the Northern Barbarians! They have utterly disgraced our father, the Khan!"
He grew angrier as he spoke, and suddenly drew his curved sword from his waist. With a flash of cold light, he cleaved a decorative bronze lamp stand in two!
The loud noise sent a shiver down the spines of everyone inside the tent.
"And Fan Wenjing! Han Yanshou! Two ungrateful dogs!"
Wuzhu's anger seemed to have found a new outlet. He growled like a trapped beast, "Let them go and instigate Xiao Lie to rebel and seize control of Hebei. And what did they do!"
"Not only did they botch things, but they also handed over the Hebei forces I had subdued to that little Prince Jin! Useless! Foolish! They deserve to be torn to pieces!"
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