Chapter 79 Speak frankly, show no flattery
Once someone dies, there's nothing that can be done. Not everyone is like Gao Huan, who could be slaughtered endlessly.
Guan Zhiwei used the short knife he carried to cut off his head and hung it on the side of his horse, so he could focus on charging into battle.
Amidst the clashing of hooves and the clanging of weapons, she single-handedly fought against numerous opponents, successfully breaking through their encirclement and becoming invincible.
The Yuan soldiers desperately tried to rescue the eldest son, but were mercilessly slaughtered by Guan Zhiwei.
"Yuan Chizhong has fallen from his horse!"
"Yuan Chizhong is dead!"
The repeated reports of trouble for the eldest son directly disrupted the morale of the army.
When Wei Fuzhi discovered that the vanguard was in disarray and wanted to restore discipline, he saw a man on horseback with a long spear, who was invincible.
She gathered her personal guard cavalry at a single point, charged forward at breakneck speed, and single-handedly caused the Yuan army to rout and retreat. A single thrust of her spear was fatal; her arm strength was so great that she could wield a spear with one hand, lift people up, and then fling them across a vast expanse, displaying overwhelming power.
Let alone dozens of people, even hundreds of people couldn't be stopped.
"Ah!" she shouted sharply, and the elite soldiers retreated several miles, running for their lives.
The vanguard is in disarray, morale is low, and the eldest prince is dead.
Wei Fuzhi made a decisive decision and ordered a retreat.
If the vanguard is in disarray, the best course of action is for him to push forward and use his leadership to stabilize the chaotic formation.
But he didn't dare.
As a seasoned veteran with a clear understanding of life and death, when faced with a valiant general like Guan Zhiwei, his only thought was death.
But if he didn't push forward, the formation would not be stable, and the Yuan army would collapse like grass and trees. Fortunately, Guan Zhiwei had few troops, so how many could he kill? As long as the rest could be withdrawn.
The battle ended in a disastrous state on the third day.
Two hundred thousand men besieged the city. Guan Zhiwei led a hundred men out through a secret door to fight their way out, killing over a thousand men and bringing the enemy general's head back to the city.
Such bravery is unmatched even by the reincarnation of Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Chu.
Knowing that Junyuan's admiration was beyond words, I felt my blood boiling.
He followed Guan Zhiwei's horse, riding through the carnage, charging forward relentlessly, crushing everything in his path, feeling an exhilarating thrill.
After returning to the city, he still followed Guan Zhiwei around like a shadow.
His eyes shone as he excitedly said, "Grand Tutor's charge into battle was a display of overwhelming courage. It was not only his bravery, but also his indomitable spirit to face even a million men, and his composure to remain calm even when Mount Tai collapses before him."
Guan Zhiwei chuckled. "That's a pretty good flattery."
“I’m not flattering the Grand Tutor, I’m sincere.” Zhi Junyuan blurted out anxiously, “I speak frankly and don’t fawn over others, which is different from others.”
This "other person" is really suggestive.
Guan Zhiwei nodded and gave a thumbs up: "You are indeed very different."
Knowing that Junyuan's face turned red instantly.
Compared to his son's excitement, Zhi Fang remained much calmer.
He looked at Yuan Chizhong's head, his brows furrowing slightly with worry: "With Yuan Chizhong dead, Yuan Qiuhe probably won't let this go."
Generals of such high status were generally well protected in the army. Even if they were captured, they were mostly used as bargaining chips to gain benefits, and were rarely killed.
Originally, everyone was just vying for the world. It was normal for you to take a piece of land from me and I to take a piece of land from you. Generals would also surrender to each other. But killing people would create real enmity.
"Isn't that even better?" With the hatred level maxed out, there's no need to worry about the person running away.
Guan Zhiwei remained unperturbed and composed, and even Zhi Fang had to admire her courage.
"Where is Gao Huan? Have someone bring him here."
Gao Huan arrived upon hearing the news. He was dressed in light-colored clothes during mourning, and the bloodstains on his clothes were particularly conspicuous.
Many powerful families attempted to collude with foreign enemies, but he caught them on the spot and killed them all.
He was covered in blood, but a gentle smile played on his lips: "Does my lord need me for something?"
“You have a good writing style, help me write a letter to Wei Fuzhi.”
"Want to provoke him?"
"No, surrender."
Compared to the pressure they felt from drawing Yuan Qiuhe's hatred, Wei Fuzhi was facing a true life-or-death ordeal.
The lord entrusted his eldest son to him, but the eldest son died. How will he explain this when he returns?
Even if we say that Yuan Chizhong ignored advice, was obsessed with making a name for himself, and recklessly broke out of the camp to seek his death, can a father blame his dead son? A father can only blame his living subordinates!
How do you protect the people?
What's the point of sending you out here?
Wei Fuzhi was not from a noble family; he came from humble origins and was ostracized by his colleagues. When the lord was furious, there was no one to plead for him.
According to Zhi Fang, Yuan Qiuhe often sought advice from his staff but rarely listened to it, which suggests that he was arrogant and perhaps disdained to vent his anger on his subordinates.
Even if we take a step back and assume that he doesn't kill you openly in order to win people over, how could he possibly get away with it secretly?
Does he have a thorn in his heart?
His eldest son came out with you, but you returned alive while your son died!
Is there any hope for my career in politics? Can I still achieve anything significant?
Finally, the letter stated that we support the legitimate royal family.
For Wei Fuzhi, who came from humble beginnings, what could be more appealing than the phrase "legitimate and justified"?
A Grand Tutor who came from a blacksmithing background, a Commandant of the Vanguard who came from a chivalrous background—what does this mean? It means recruiting talent without being bound by convention. You don't come from a prestigious family, and neither do we here!
Within fifteen minutes of reading the letter urging surrender, Wei Fuzhi sent a messenger back with a letter containing many words, but conveying only one meaning.
I surrender.
So satisfying, it's astonishing.
Everyone held a meeting in the tent and shared their opinions.
“I’ve fought Wei Fuzhi a few times. He’s good at using surprise attacks, knows the weather and terrain well, and is very good at taking advantage of the weather and terrain,” Zhi Fang said.
His words were veiled, leaving much unsaid.
Later arrivals are unlikely to speak too frankly or offer heartfelt words.
Gao Huan knew that some things could only be done by himself, so he asked, "What if he's feigning surrender?"
That's a force of nearly two hundred thousand. Even if half of them are laborers, it's still not to be underestimated.
With so many people under his control, which one will surrender?
"If you don't even have this much courage, what kind of career can you have?"
Guan Zhiwei braced her hand on the table, "Open the city to welcome him, I will personally greet him."
"Yes," everyone responded in unison.
The wind was rustling.
Guan Zhiwei stood like a pillar outside the city gate.
Wei Fuzhi had witnessed her turning the tide.
She stood out from the crowd. At such a young age, she dared to step forward to protect her country. Such an extraordinary woman is unparalleled in the annals of history.
Destiny belongs to her!
Guan Zhiwei shoved the imperial edict into his hand, saying, "See if you're satisfied with the official position they've given you. If not, we can discuss it further. Follow me, and you'll get an official position and plenty of food."
"People will leave a leaky roof; fish will flee from shallow water; birds will roost in tall trees; scholars will flock to those of great virtue; people will fear those who are courteous; scholars will die for those who are loyal and trustworthy."
Wei Fuzhi lunged forward, knelt on the ground, and said with tears in his eyes, "Fuzhi longs for a good master, like a weary bird yearning for its forest!"
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