Zijing was extremely proud. If she had a tail, it would probably be sticking up to the sky.
The war is over.
Although the battle was intense, it lasted for less than fifteen minutes.
Moreover, it was less a war and more a one-sided massacre.
Despite the fierce counterattacks of the relatively strong martial arts mercenaries, their attacks did not cause any damage to the infantry legion of Xinluo City, because Jiang Wei, Chen He, and the hundred martial arts guards were not to be trifled with.
"Clean up the battlefield and examine the bodies," Night Wind commanded.
"Yes, Lord City Lord!"
Jiang Wei immediately led his martial arts guards to clean up the battlefield and examine the corpses to confirm that the mercenaries were indeed dead.
One of the martial arts guards whispered, "I didn't expect we'd basically been watching the show from beginning to end."
"Yeah, before we set off I thought we were the main fighting force, but the limelight was stolen by those ordinary soldiers," another martial arts guard said.
"There's nothing we can do about it; the new weapons those ordinary soldiers are using are just too powerful," another martial arts guard said.
"It's said that the weapon was designed by the city lord himself, and it was also crafted by Miss Luo Qing and Madam Luo Lin," the guard who spoke first whispered.
Jiang Wei naturally overheard the whispers and discussions among the martial arts guards.
Jiang Wei glared at them and said, "Shut your mouths, what are you muttering about!"
The martial arts guards immediately shut their mouths and dared not utter another sound.
Perhaps worried that his subordinates might be dissatisfied or even throw a tantrum, Jiang Wei added, "Currently, production is insufficient, so those new weapons are being prioritized for ordinary soldiers. Once production increases in the future, we will also be able to obtain these new weapons."
Upon hearing Jiang Wei's words, the blood warrior guards immediately beamed with joy.
Jiang Wei sighed.
Having witnessed the entire battle firsthand, Jiang Wei was fully aware of the situation.
The form of warfare has undergone a radical transformation with the advent of this new weapon.
Perhaps in the not-too-distant future, warriors will retire from the battlefield entirely, and the battlefield will then belong to ordinary soldiers and new weapons.
These guards could only serve as bodyguards for important figures; they were basically not involved in the main battles.
Jiang Wei shook his head to banish these chaotic thoughts from his mind, after all, he still had important matters to attend to.
When they arrived at the corpses, Jiang Wei and the other martial arts guards squatted down to examine them.
The mercenary corpses were all in terrible condition, almost none of them were intact.
These corpses were missing arms or legs, or even heads. The armor on the corpses was also covered with cracks, and these cracks and dents were obviously caused by explosive bullets.
How tragic!
They were all martial artists, yet they died at the hands of a group of ordinary soldiers.
If they knew that those who killed them were ordinary people with no martial arts skills whatsoever, I wonder if they could rest in peace in the afterlife.
Jiang Wei was reflecting on this when suddenly a soldier shouted, "There's someone here pretending to be dead!"
As the soldier shouted, a corpse suddenly rose from a short distance in front of him and fled wildly into the distance.
"Capture them alive!" Jiang Wei ordered.
So seven or eight warrior guards rushed forward and subdued the mercenary who was pretending to be dead.
After examining all the remaining corpses, Jiang Wei brought the mercenary who had been feigning death to Ye Feng.
"Is there still one survivor?" Ye Feng asked with a smile.
"There are two!"
Zijing's voice came from afar, and then everyone present witnessed a scene that they could hardly believe.
Zijing, a martial artist at the Separation and Union Realm, walked arrogantly ahead, while the True Essence Realm mercenary leader, whose hands were bound with hemp rope, followed dejectedly behind her.
This is absolutely bizarre!
Didn't that mercenary leader know that he could strangle the girl walking in front of him with one hand?
"Old Deng, I caught him!" Zijing said triumphantly as she approached.
"I'm not blind," Ye Feng said irritably.
"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and give me the reward! Let me tell you, I finally managed to capture this mercenary leader. He resisted when I grabbed him, and then I fought him for three hundred rounds..."
Zijing recounted her capture of the mercenary leader with great pride, but no one here believed her.
Are you kidding me?
If this mercenary leader really fights back, Zijing, with her skills, would probably die on the spot!
No, Zijing might not necessarily die suddenly, after all, she is an excellent escape artist.
Therefore, the truth should be that the moment the mercenary leader counterattacked, Zijing turned into a black shadow and fled in panic.
"Don't worry, I'll reward you according to your merits when we get back," Ye Feng said.
"Then you must remember my contribution and don't forget me," Zijing muttered.
"I know, I know," Ye Feng waved his hand and said.
Then Ye Feng rode his horse toward the refugees.
As the night wind approached, the refugees knelt on the ground, not daring to utter a sound.
Wang Qian, covered in wounds and with her face torn and bleeding, quickly endured the pain, got up from the ground, and knelt in front of Ye Feng.
"Are you all refugees who escaped from Jiangxia City?" Ye Feng asked.
“Yes, sir,” one of the refugees replied.
“Jiang Zhengzhong, the city lord of Jiangxia City, is a fairly decent city lord as far as I know. If that’s the case, why did you flee?” Ye Feng asked again.
None of the refugees present dared to utter a sound.
After hesitating for a long time, Wang Qian finally mustered up her courage and said, "My lord, compared with the city lords of other cities, Lord Jiang is indeed quite good, but there are still many people in Jiangxia City who cannot make a living, and we are one of them."
"Is that so? Then you've really been put in a difficult position," Ye Feng said.
Hearing Ye Feng's words, Wang Qian was utterly shocked.
This man, who is clearly an important figure, actually said something that was almost an apology?
How is that possible?
“Your face is badly injured. Lift your head up,” Ye Feng said.
Wang Qian was a little scared, but she dared not disobey the night wind's command, so after hesitating for a moment, she finally slowly raised her head.
"Why did that mercenary leader slap you in the face? Did he have a grudge against you?" Ye Feng asked curiously.
Wang Qian suppressed her sense of humiliation and whispered, "My lord, I have no grudge against him. I was just afraid that I was too beautiful and would be targeted by him and become his slave, so I deliberately smeared my face. I didn't expect that it would only anger him."
"So that's how it is," Ye Feng said.
“You’re not pretty either, why bother?” Zijing said, leaning closer.
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