"Kill them all?"
Even Song Lian was stunned when he heard this.
These people were originally Han Chinese, so even if they were imprisoned and forced into hard labor, it wouldn't be a bad thing, would it?
Qin Chuan sneered, "These people are all traitors. There's no need to reason with them. Where is the messenger?"
Guan Yong called over the messenger.
Qin Chuan ordered, "Pass on my order: kill all the traitors, leave no one alive!"
The messenger was taken aback: "Traitor?"
The term "大干" (dà gān) didn't even exist yet, so he didn't understand its meaning.
Guan Yong quickly said, "It's those Han bandits!"
"yes!"
The messenger relayed the order to all the camps in the army.
Upon hearing that it was the Imperial Preceptor's order, the execution squads of each battalion did not hesitate to behead all the traitors on the spot...
After killing this batch on the battlefield, the messenger rode off to the main camp to relay the order.
The three or four hundred traitors who were imprisoned before will suffer the same fate...
"Song Lian, I order you, from now on, whenever you encounter a traitor, you must kill them on sight, just like you did with that old bastard today!"
Upon hearing the Imperial Advisor's order, Song Lian stiffened and replied, "Yes!"
He thought he was ruthless enough, but he never expected that the Imperial Advisor was the real ruthless one!
However, this is undoubtedly the right thing to do: all "traitors" should be killed without exception to prevent future troubles!
The reason Qin Chuan issued this order was because, having lived two lives, he hated any traitor to the bone.
After the battlefield was cleared, Song Lian ordered the troops to return to their main camp.
Guan Yong bowed and clasped his hands in greeting to Qin Chuan, saying, "Grand Preceptor, this humble general will take you to the Governor's Office."
Qin Chuan asked calmly, "How far is the headquarters from the yamen?"
Guan Yong said, "It's about a hundred miles away."
Qin Chuan was taken aback and said, "Why would I go to the governor's office when it's a hundred miles away? I'll just stay at headquarters!"
Guan Yong earnestly advised, "As the Imperial Advisor, you should be stationed at the rear. After you go to the Governor's Office, the Governor will arrange everything for you and deliver the battle reports to you. You can then simply wait for our great victory without any worries..."
"If anything happens to you, His Majesty will not forgive this humble general, nor will he forgive Lord Song..." Guan Yong simply knelt down to persuade him.
Qin Chuan thought about it and realized that he was unlikely to be in any danger, so it would be better to stay in the military camp. He didn't want to deal with a bunch of civil officials in the government office.
So he told Song Lian and Guan Yong that he would still stay in the military camp and that they didn't need to worry, as he would be fine.
Although Li Aniu was a rough man, his strength alone was enough to keep four or five soldiers from getting close, and they could still protect him.
Song Lian and Guan Yong dared not disobey Qin Chuan's decision and could only carry it out.
Song Lian, carrying his broadsword, mounted his warhorse and ordered his personal guards, "Go find a good horse!"
Qin Chuan waved his hand: "Thank you, but I can't ride a horse..."
Song Lian: "..."
Qin Chuan chuckled awkwardly and said, "I'll take a carriage there in a bit. You guys go ahead."
The battlefield at Wujiapo was still forty li away from the main camp. Song Lian led the main force ahead, while Guan Yong led a hundred-man team to escort the Grand Preceptor as they slowly advanced.
Behind them came a large number of supply wagons, carrying loads of spoils of war, moving slowly along.
More than an hour later, Qin Chuan arrived at the base camp.
In front of the military camp, there were many checkpoints, barricades, and fences, and a large flag fluttered in the wind above the gate.
Inside the military camp, the soldiers were cooking.
Upon seeing the Imperial Preceptor, everyone stood up and respectfully greeted him as "Imperial Preceptor," their eyes filled with reverence.
After Qin Chuan walked away, they began to whisper among themselves.
"Our great victory today is entirely thanks to the Grand Tutor's military strategy!"
"That's right, the Mandarin Duck Formation alone is flawless. It's so fun to fight with, but it seems so troublesome to practice. It's really useful for fighting the Japanese pirates!"
"Isn't that right? I used to hear that the Japanese pirates weren't human, that they were all ruthless monsters who killed without blinking an eye, but I never expected them to be this pathetic!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
After a few soldiers laughed loudly, they quieted down and continued their discussion.
"Gou Erwa, how many Japanese pirates did you kill?"
"After fighting for so long, I've only killed two!"
"Killing two is already good, I only killed one!"
"..."
Listening to these discussions, Qin Chuan began to think about what he needed to do after coming here.
"Grand Preceptor, please rest in the commander's tent."
Guan Yong led Qin Chuan and the other two to the commander's tent.
Normally, only Song Lian would convene the military academy students here for meetings. Since the Grand Preceptor has come, it is natural to let him stay in this command tent.
There were two small tents nearby, which were usually occupied by the imperial guards. The Grand Preceptor, who brought two servants, could stay in the small tent next door...
Entering the commander's tent, one finds a red carpet laid out, several wooden benches placed inside, and only a soft mattress at the very back. Clearly, they hadn't expected the Grand Preceptor to request lodging in the main camp and hadn't had time to tidy up.
Guan Yong ordered his personal guards to quickly get everything ready, but it was just a matter of replacing the bedding with a slightly better one.
Guan Yong chuckled awkwardly, "Grand Preceptor, the conditions in the army are poor. Why don't you move to the Governor's Office? They'll surely find you a satisfactory place to stay..."
Qin Chuan sat down on the wooden bench and said, "I'm quite satisfied with this place. By the way, go and call Lord Song over. I have something I want to ask him."
"yes."
Soon after, Song Lian arrived.
He had taken off his red robe and was wearing an old white cloth dress. He wasn't afraid of the cold, and the bloodstains on his beard hadn't been washed off.
Seeing his carefree, military-like demeanor, Qin Chuan couldn't help but tease him, "I'm curious about something: won't you get in the way when you're wearing a red official robe to fight the enemy?"
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