Chapter 263 The Busy Eagle God
Zar said expressionlessly: "You are incompetent and unworthy to be my Tatar warrior."
Zar's eyes were red, "Lu Chenyang! I will definitely kill you!"
Zar also understood at this time that Lu Chenyang was using himself as bait in order to empty his city so that he could rescue the captives.
Zar returned to the mansion and without even taking a rest, he began to ask what had happened in the city today.
Zar called the guards who had fought with Lu Ning and asked them carefully about what happened tonight.
"Hundreds of them," the guard said with a look of fear. "They appeared like ghosts, so silently that we didn't even react before they killed us. It must be witchcraft!"
The guard insisted, "That Lu Chenyang must know witchcraft. When he was fighting against the King of Nanyang, I heard he even used animals to fight for him. That's witchcraft."
He had heard before he came that the guard who came to report the news to the general had been killed by him with a single blow. Now that he was being pushed out to answer, he naturally had to make the matter more serious, making their failure excusable.
Zar frowned. Hundreds of people? Appearing silently?
Zar sneered, "We are warriors blessed by the Eagle God. Are you saying that Lu Chenyang's witchcraft is more powerful than our great Eagle God?"
The guard's face froze, and he subconsciously said, "Maybe the Eagle God is protecting the general tonight..."
Zar's face became even uglier. He didn't win either!
Zar was furious and slammed the table. "What kind of witchcraft is this? It's all nonsense. If Lu Chenyang is so powerful, why doesn't he come and kill me? You are just incompetent!" He paused and shouted, "Come here, everyone on duty today, get one hundred military sticks!"
The guards breathed a sigh of relief. It was okay to get beaten. They couldn't be killed anyway. As long as they were not killed directly, it would be fine.
Zar narrowed his eyes and muttered: "Lu Chenyang..."
His tone was filled with unconcealable excitement, the kind of excitement you get when you meet an opponent.
He had been in the army and fought till today, and he had never met an opponent in the Tatar country. Later, when he fought against the Han people, the famous Duke Zhenguo was no match for him. This was the first time he had suffered such a great loss: in one encounter, his home was robbed.
He felt the excitement of meeting a worthy opponent.
Only someone like Lu Chenyang is worthy of being his opponent and his old enemy.
He would defeat him and bring him to his knees.
Just thinking about it makes my blood boil.
After Lu Chenyang led his troops back to the barracks, he immediately began to review the situation with Gao Ming, Ji Ping and others.
Lu Ning also came back to report, "I have lived up to your trust, everything is going well!"
Lu Chenyang smiled and said, "You've worked hard. Go back and rest first. We'll talk about it tomorrow if there's anything else."
Lu Ning nodded and said, "Sir, among the people we brought back this time is a man named Wei Dong, who is quite talented. He has been telling me that he wants to join you. Would you like to meet him?"
Lu Chenyang thought for a moment and said, "Let's do it tomorrow. You're all exhausted tonight. Go back and rest first. I'll see him tomorrow."
Lu Ning agreed and turned to leave.
Lu Chenyang said with a sense of relief: "Finally, we rescued the person. Now I can let go of my hands and feet."
Otherwise, with so many hostages in the hands of the Tatars, Lu Chenyang would definitely be cautious.
Gao Ming said, "Sir, we burned the Tatars' food supplies today. Without food, they will surely continue to harass the people in the nearby towns. We should have made plans early."
Ji Ping snorted coldly, "They've already robbed almost all the people in the nearby towns. How could there be any surplus food for them to take?"
This is true.
Lu Chenyang's eyes flashed: "So they are likely to abandon the city." His eyes fell on the map: "Ningzhou and Anzhou, these will be their next targets."
Gao Ming frowned. "It's fine if we go to Ningzhou. We'll then join the prince and fight Zar. What's there to be afraid of? But if it's Anzhou..."
Anzhou has a garrison of 100,000 troops, but those 100,000 troops... Gao Ming shook his head and didn't dare to praise it at all.
Anzhou is located in the middle of Dagan. Apart from rebellion, it is basically impossible for any war to occur in this place, so the garrison in Anzhou is also poorly trained.
Ding Zhengyang loved the fine arts. He could discuss poetry and songs, as well as national affairs. If he felt like it, he might even play the zither and sing with others. But if he were asked to train the troops... Lord Ding would just roll his eyes and say it was disrespectful.
Gao Ming said, "The persimmon is soft and can be squeezed. Zhaer is not a pushover either. If I were him, I would also choose Anzhou, which is easier to control."
Although his family and the Ding family are old friends, he has to admit that Anzhou is a soft persimmon.
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