Inside the enemy's main tent, their leader, Muha, returned with his heavily wounded Xiongnu troops. Muha returned to the tent with a wound on his lip, where Giru and several other generals were already waiting for him.
Giru stepped forward and asked, "How is the situation? Have the 20,000 troops been completely wiped out?" Muha looked troubled. "I...I failed! Please punish me!"
"Failed?" Giru couldn't believe it. Muha had led 50,000 troops to annihilate the Qing army, and they had actually failed? Muha nodded heavily. "We could have successfully encircled and annihilated them, but a Han Chinese brought 10,000 elite soldiers, disrupting our plans!"
When Hongshi heard that Muha had returned, he rushed to the main tent to inquire about the situation. As soon as he entered the tent, he saw Jiru speaking to Muha with a dark expression.
"Ten thousand elite soldiers? I gave you fifty thousand elite soldiers, and you actually let them escape!" Giru cursed, and Muha knelt down and begged Giru to punish him.
He never expected that the Seventeenth Prince would suddenly appear and be so powerful.
Hongshi stepped forward to dissuade him. Muha was Giru's brother who had risked his life for him, so naturally he wouldn't really punish him. "Girl, let me understand the situation first before making a decision!" Giru nodded and sat back down.
"Muha, how could you let them escape?" Hongshi thought that even if the Qing army had the best strategy, it was impossible for them to break through the encirclement! "When we were fighting with those 20,000 Qing soldiers, suddenly someone led 10,000 elite troops and rushed in. His tactics were different from those of the generals before. We were scattered immediately, and those 20,000 troops were able to break through!"
Hongshi nodded. "That must be Prince Guo. He's a prodigy! It's understandable that you lost to him!"
Just then, a Xiongnu man outside brought in a letter. Hongshi opened it, his face showing a mixture of joy and pain. "Hongshi, what does this letter say?" Jiru asked, bewildered; he had never seen Hongshi like this before.
"The Emperor of the Qing Dynasty has arrived!" He has finally arrived. Hongshi has been waiting for this day for so long. He will show him what a mistake it was to drive him out of the palace.
"Jiru, I want to personally confront Yongzheng!" Hongshi said excitedly. He wanted to kill him with his own hands and let him see whether his good son Hongli was more capable or whether this son Hongshi, whom he had banished from the palace, had more talent to become emperor.
Giru hesitated; sending a Han Chinese to lead an army was unprecedented. Moreover, Giru still harbored doubts about Hongshi. "Hongshi, let me think about it!"
At this moment, several other generals stepped forward and said, "Jiru, we do not need the princes of the Great Qing to lead the army for us." The Xiongnu people hate the Qing people to the core, so if they let him lead the army, wouldn't that be against the gods?
Hongshi had no intention of agreeing to his consideration; he was now solely focused on crushing Yongzheng under his feet. "Jiru," he said, "now that Prince Guo knows you are intimately familiar with the Eight Banners' battle formations, can you still break them if he develops a new one?"
Seeing Giroud's serious expression, he knew Giroud was afraid. "Girl, I promise you, send me, and I will definitely take Yongzheng's head for you and help you restore the Qing Dynasty!"
Jiru felt that Hongshi's words made sense, and besides, he had saved him before and knew what kind of treatment he had received in the palace, so he agreed despite everyone's objections.
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