After listening to the reports of the two civilian lieutenant generals, Howell was stunned. He originally thought that Wu Lai had at most annihilated one or two hundred people and then took some weapons along the way. He did not expect that it was an impressive victory, and it was without any casualties. Just think about it, killing so many enemy troops without spending any price. Looking at the Assyrian continent, who can do it? You know, this is not an ambush war where the majority defeats the minority, but a head-on battle where the minority defeats the majority.

"Is it true?" Howell couldn't help but ask, but he had already believed it in his heart.

The two civilian lieutenant generals were naturally confident. They nodded at the same time, and one of them smiled and replied, "General, this is absolutely true. When we were making the military merit testimony, we counted them carefully. We even didn't include some of the limbs and torsos because they were incomplete. That Governor Wulai seemed a little unhappy."

"Not happy? You're still not happy after winning such a big victory. This kid is really greedy." Howell laughed and said, "You two did a good job. Being a military witness requires carefulness and thoroughness. I am very satisfied with your performance. If they invite us to be a military witness again next time, we will give you two back."

"Yes, sir." The two civilian lieutenant generals were delighted.

"Tell me, what unique strategy did Wu Lai use to win? Did he increase the number of troops?" Howell asked again. He knew very well how many people Wu Lai had. When Wu Lai invited Bailey to be a witness of his military achievements, he concluded that Wu Lai must have used extraordinary tactics, but he had no idea what they were.

"General, the Salt Marsh Army did not send in more troops," a civilian lieutenant general replied. "According to observations and inquiries, the Salt Marsh Army took advantage of the rainy weather to spread a lot of soil into the gap, turning the originally steep cliff into a slippery and muddy 'slope of soil', disrupting the enemy's formation and rhythm, slowing down their attack speed, and then using bows and arrows to kill or injure the enemy. Most importantly, the great white lion also played a huge role in the battle."

"Great White Lion..." Howell narrowed his eyes and shook his head gently, "I never thought that the lord had spent so much effort..."

Howell did not say what he had said after trying so hard. Instead, he nodded and said, "In any case, defeating a larger force with a smaller one is a real skill. This Wulaglindo can make such good use of limited troops and the surrounding terrain. He is indeed a genius. No wonder General Lini favored him when he was alive."

"General, if the Salt Marsh Army continues to perform like this and repel the enemy again and again, then our plan will be unable to be carried out?" asked a civilian lieutenant general.

"No." Howell waved his hand. "First, our goal is to consume the enemy. If Woleglindo can win such a victory again and again, it will undoubtedly be a heavy blow to the enemy. I am happy to see it. Second, Woleglindo's defensive means cannot achieve the expected effect every time. As long as one is not careful, the Salt Marsh Army will definitely be defeated. Third, in the battle last night, Woleglindo did not achieve complete annihilation. In other words, the enemy already knows that the Salt Marsh Army's defense zone is short of troops. I think the enemy will soon launch a large-scale attack. Woleglindo's muddy tactics are no problem against small scattered troops, but if a large number of troops charge up, people will be pushed against each other, and no matter how much mud there is, it will be trampled. In addition, if I were the enemy's commander, knowing that the other side is short of troops, why would I choose a night battle..."

…

When Bailey found Wu Lai, he was giving Mengbao a bath. The battle last night almost turned Mengbao into a mongrel dog. Not to mention that he looked a bit like a dog, covered in mud and blood.

"Are you tired? Don't be as cruel as before. What's the matter? Do you think those enemies are a pack of wolves?" Wu Lai said with a smile while cleaning. The cute baby squinted his eyes, looking very comfortable.

Bailey naturally didn't understand what Wu Lai was saying to Meng Bao, because Wu Lai seemed to be speaking a special language. He even heard Elise and Loli talking about this when they were chatting. They thought Wu Lai was speaking the "language of God", otherwise how could such a big beast be so obedient? However, Bailey was not here to watch Meng Bao take a bath. Although he was Wu Lai's bodyguard, Meng Bao never even paid attention to him. Looking at the people around Wu Lai, only Elise and Loli could get close to Meng Bao, but that was very limited.

"Master, take a look at this." Bailey handed two sheepskin bags that were not much bigger than a palm to Wu Lai. "I found this when I was counting the seized goods. It's a highly poisonous substance."

"Toxic?" Wu Lai frowned. "Can you tell me which soldier carried it?"

"Biya and Ao Ya are trying their best to interrogate him." Bailey hesitated and said, "But I think the chances of getting any information out of him are slim."

Wu Lai agreed with Bailey's statement. After thinking for a while, he smiled and said, "Go tell Biya and Aoya to tell the captives that whoever tells the origin of these poisons will be released home and given a boat, some dry food and 200 gold coins."

"Yes." Bailey agreed and turned to leave, but was stopped by Wu Lai again.

"After notifying Bia and Ao Ya, go see how Ole is doing and the preparations for the barricades," said Wu Lai.

"Yes, I'll go right away." Bailey nodded.

After Bailey left, Wu Lai fished out the cloth from the bucket and continued to wipe Meng Bao: "Meng Bao, maybe you will be asked to show your skills again soon. The escaped enemy must have told others about the situation in our defense zone. Do you think we can win this time?"

Meng Bao turned his head to look at Wu Lai and wagged his tail...

After a while, Bailey and Bi Ya came over excitedly, dragging a prisoner with them. "Master, we found out what I have found out."

…

Woolley's victory made Howell admire him, but it turned into deep jealousy for Deneri. He did not expect that Woolley, the "bait", would be so strong. Most importantly, Woolley's victory would make everyone think that Deneri was incompetent - he had thousands of troops and had fought with the enemy several times, but had never achieved such a brilliant record.

So, when Woolley's messenger "came to visit", Deneri's first thought was - I'm going to beat this guy up and then drive him away.

But he immediately changed his mind, because the guard who reported it added: "The messenger from the Salt Marsh Army said that there is a great merit to be delivered to you, General."

"Oh?" Deneri rolled his eyes and waved his hand, "Let him in."

…

The enemy arrived faster than Wu Lai had imagined - before dusk, Teller led more than 60 large and small ships and appeared on the river directly in front of the defense zone. Unlike his previous sneaky arrivals in the dark, this time Teller was much more high-profile - flags were planted on the sides of the ships, the fleets were lined up, and the only thing missing was a few drums to sound the general's order.

"Young Marshal, what is that... on the rocky beach?" Wei Dun asked, pointing at the rocky beach a few miles away. This time, he had to beg a lot to get the opportunity to come along and redeem himself. On the way here, he was very careful and didn't dare to speak. But the scene in front of him was too strange - there were two long wooden poles standing on the rocky beach, and a large piece of white cloth was stretched between the long poles, and there seemed to be words on it.

Teller frowned and raised the telescope. It would have been fine if he hadn't looked at it, but after looking at it, he hesitated.

"Young Marshal? What's wrong?" Seeing that Teller had a strange expression on his face, Wei Dun subconsciously lowered his voice and asked.

Teller sighed and handed over the telescope: "Look for yourself."

Wei Dun took it hesitantly, raised the telescope to his eyes and took a look. After just two glances, he uttered a light exclamation. After another glance, he could not help but read it - the words on the large white cloth were actually in Hurricane.

"I, Wuleglindo, feel that although casualties are inevitable in a war between two armies, the fallen soldiers, in the face of difficulties and obstacles, still march forward fearlessly for the victory of the territory, and are willing to sacrifice their lives and shed their blood. Their bravery is moving and can comfort the gods and ancestors. If the warriors' bodies are left exposed in the wilderness to be bitten by wild beasts, or thrown into the river to be eaten by fish and shrimps, wouldn't it be a shame for the warriors' sacrifice? In this regard, I, Wuleglindo, am willing to cease fighting for three days and return all the remains of your army's fallen soldiers. I only hope that the warriors can rest in peace as soon as possible, and their souls can return to the kingdom of God as soon as possible..."

"Young Commander, what does this mean?" Wei Dun couldn't help but become curious, "The other party wants to..."

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"Hmph! Come over there!" Teller slammed his hand heavily on the side of the boat. He was so angry that if he hadn't been forcing himself back, he might have picked up the Shield and thrown it into the river.

However, Teller was not angry with Wei Dun, he was angry with Wu Lai.

"Shameless!" Teller slapped the side of the boat again. In his opinion, Wu Lai's move was a despicable example. Knowing that he had no power to compete with me, he came up with the dirty trick of returning the body to delay time. But I couldn't refuse, otherwise the soldiers under me would think that I, the young marshal, regarded their lives as worthless. By then, not only would my reputation be damaged, but my morale would also be greatly reduced.

Although Wei Dun on the side was slow to react, he now figured it out and sighed quietly, thinking that it was no wonder that he suffered such a big loss last night. The opponent's main general was of such a character, so it was no wonder that he could use any kind of dirty tricks.

The boat soon approached the river bank. Teller's soldiers not only saw the words on the large white cloth, but also saw more than 400 bodies neatly placed behind two standing timbers...

A small boat quickly rowed up to Teller's boat. A deputy general bowed and asked loudly, "Young Marshal, please tell us whether we should attack as planned?"

"Pause the attack!" Teller sighed heavily and waved his hand, "First move the bodies of our brothers back to the ship. They sacrificed their lives for the honor and great cause of the territory. We have the responsibility to bring their heroic spirits back home."

The general who requested the order showed joy on his face, and immediately thanked him loudly. He turned the bow and headed for the rocky beach first. Soon, more ships landed and carried the bodies back to the ship...

"Young Marshal, why don't we just... don't we just do something else?" Wei Dun couldn't help but ask. Morale and reputation were Teller's business. Now he was only thinking about revenge. He was even a little puzzled. He thought, let's arrange a small number of people to carry the bodies, and the rest will just rush forward. Why do we have to listen to the other side? When two armies are fighting, how can we just stop fighting unilaterally? A three-day ceasefire, with these three days, maybe the other side will replenish its troops to be able to suppress us.

"Of course we have to do it." Teller's idea was very similar to Wei Dun's, but he was obviously more cautious. After hesitating for a while, he said to Wei Dun, "Arrange a messenger to take off his armor, not carry any weapons, and carry 500 gold coins to thank the other side's commander."

"Young Marshal, what are you thanking me for?" Wei Dun figured it out as soon as he asked. He slapped his forehead and grinned, "I'm sorry, Young Marshal, I didn't understand what you meant just now."

"Weidun, who do you think is suitable to be the messenger?" Teller glanced at Weidun and asked.

"If the young commander doesn't mind, I'd like to be the messenger and find out what's going on in the enemy camp." Wei Dun said.

"Okay." Teller nodded, "Then you go. Also, five hundred gold coins are a bit too little, let's change it to one thousand."

"Young Marshal, five hundred is not a small number. It means something." Wei Dun said.

"Humph." Teller glanced at Wei Dun again, "You misunderstood. I just wanted you to carry more weight and climb up." Everything in front of him was ultimately caused by Wei Dun's incompetence. How could Teller not hate him? Wei Dun's face turned red, and he didn't say anything. Now he didn't dare to say anything, it was not appropriate to say anything, and he didn't want to say anything.

After a while, Wei Dun began to climb up with a heavy load of gold coins on his back. When Wu Lai saw Wei Dun's figure from the gap, he laughed and said to Bailey beside him: "Look, the brothers' bounty is here."