On the other side, Yang Taozhi heard Zhou Chuan's shout and chased after Yang Qingzhi.
The order to retreat had been given, and all the Southern Zhou soldiers turned and ran down the mountain like madmen, tumbling and crawling. Everyone had a look of terror on their faces, as if there were really man-eating monsters on the mountain.
Seeing the Southern Zhou army routed and flee, Xiao Luofeng and his brothers, along with the garrison troops, were stunned.
"They... withdrew?"
"We...won?"
"Really...we won?"
The garrison soldiers seemed unable to believe it until the first brother shouted "Victory!" and then a cheer erupted from the mountain.
"We won!!"
"We won!!"
"We've won!!"
Xiao Luofeng didn't cheer, but instead shouted, "Assemble! Count off!"
After the garrison soldiers reported their numbers one by one, something even more surprising happened to Xiao Luofeng: the garrison soldiers had suffered zero casualties!
He had actually anticipated this; his brothers were merely hiding in the mountains, launching sneak attacks, and had no chance to engage the Southern Zhou army in hand-to-hand combat. However, upon hearing the truth with his own ears, he was so shocked that goosebumps rose all over his body.
Yang Taozhi taught them formations and archery positions, essentially letting them fire arrows blindly, as they couldn't see the battlefield at all. So even now, they still believe the enemy was driven away by their arrows.
Xiao Luomu became excited and laughed loudly, "Brother, from now on, all one hundred of your brothers will be sharpshooters!"
"Me too! I'm a sharpshooter too!"
"Once I get back to Qingdong City, I can brag about it for the rest of my life, hahaha!!"
About fifty feet below the battlefield, Yang Qingzhi and Zuo Zhu knelt side by side on the ground, with Yang Taozhi standing behind them, her slender sword placed between their necks.
Zhao Wu picked up a wooden stake from somewhere and placed it in front of Yang Qingzhi.
Zhao Cheng walked slowly over, lifted his robe, and sat down on the wooden stake.
"Young Commander of Southern Zhou, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Yang Qingzhi looked up at Zhao Cheng's face, which was illuminated by the thin moonlight, and suddenly smiled.
"Young Prime Minister of Jingguo, we've finally met."
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