Chapter 617: Pacifying Sibao County (19) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
As the headless corpse fell, the world seemed to fall silent for a moment. Qiu Cheng's pupils contracted in shock, and he slammed his fist into the wall.
He shouted angrily.
"hateful!"
"Truly hateful!"
Everyone remained silent, not daring to utter a sound.
Saying anything at this time would undoubtedly bring bad luck to Qiu Cheng.
The outcome of a duel depends on the circumstances.
Being beheaded on the battlefield is undoubtedly the most serious consequence; the morale of one's own troops plummeted, the drums of war sounded weak. Upon hearing this, Qiu Cheng was furious. He strode towards the drums, snatched the drumsticks from the soldiers' hands, and infused his spiritual energy into the drumsticks and the drumhead.
Thump thump thump—
The high-pitched, rapid, and angry drumbeats began.
They used literary flair to forcefully boost declining morale.
This tactic proved effective.
Holding a drumstick, Qiu Cheng pointed at the triumphant Lü Jue below and said fiercely, "Who will cut off this boy's head for me?"
"This humble general requests to fight!"
"This humble general requests to fight!"
"This humble general requests to fight!"
After Qiu Cheng finished speaking, three or four military officers stepped forward to request to fight.
These military generals were all quite capable.
In the past, at the very least, they would have been captains who could guard the garrison of a prefecture or county. Some of them came because of the Qiu family's reputation, some were moved by Qiu Cheng's sincerity and the generous offer, and some had a good relationship with him and agreed to follow him when he recruited them.
Judging from the lineup of military commanders...
This is something that would make Shen Tang envious.
For the military generals, having their comrade beheaded on the battlefield by an unknown soldier was a disgrace. Even disregarding past friendships, they wanted to keep Lü Jue alive just to wash away the shame. Qiu Cheng, however, chose a much more conservative approach this time.
They chose a burly, middle-aged military general.
"This battle is now in your hands," Qiu Cheng said earnestly.
The middle-aged military officer's eyes still held a fierce glint, and he declared in a powerful voice, "This humble general will not fail in his mission. I will not only avenge my fallen comrades, but also reclaim some interest from the traitors!" His younger brother had recently been killed while leading troops to attack Beishang County.
The murderer was a young general dressed in red and silver armor.
He had searched around and only found one person whose characteristics matched, but the person was too young and his martial aura was well concealed, making it impossible to discern his specific level of martial prowess. He wasn't sure if this person was the murderer, but he knew the murderer was under Shen Tang's command.
Anyone who works for Shen Tang is his enemy.
Qiu Cheng finally showed a hint of joy, and his eyebrows relaxed.
"Very well, very well. When you return victorious, I will certainly hold a banquet for you." Qiu Cheng had great confidence in the middle-aged general. Firstly, Lü Jue had already fought a battle, his martial energy greatly depleted; secondly, his level was far inferior. He would take Lü Jue's head in at most ten moves!
"Thank you, my lord!"
The middle-aged military officer clasped his hands in a fist salute to receive the order.
He roared to the sky, his voice like a lion's roar, the sound waves creating a gust of wind that made the flags flutter wildly.
He leaped off the city wall without any fancy moves. With each step he took, his surging martial energy manifested as armor pieces on the corresponding parts of his body. Before long, he was clad in a full set of armor, wielding a long halberd with a lion's head pattern, exuding an imposing aura.
He stared at Lü Jue with a chilling gaze.
He asked, "How do you want to die?"
His casual remark, however, appeared to Lü Jue as a terrifying sight of a hundred-foot-tall lion pressing down, its overwhelming aura causing Lü Jue to instinctively pull his heels back. But before his heels could even touch the ground, a firm force stabilized his shoulders.
Turning around, I saw...
Uh, nobody's here.
When Lü Jue came to his senses, he realized that his temples were covered in sweat.
Shen Tang rode up on her beloved little motorcycle, clattering along. The snow-white mule bobbed its head happily, its grin resembling a sly smirk. The two, man and mule, positioned themselves perfectly between the middle-aged general and Lü Jue. Lü Jue was certain that the power he had just felt originated from his lord, yet his lord had said, "Shou Sheng, step back. This man is not someone you can handle right now..."
Shen Tang intended to use enemies of similar strength as whetstones for her new recruits. If a few new recruits could comprehend their own unique "Warrior's Intent" in the face of life and death, their future prospects would undoubtedly be brighter. She did not want to break the new recruits.
therefore--
Go when you should go, and retreat when you should retreat.
The greatest strength of Lü Jue, or rather, Shen Tang's subordinates, was their willingness to listen to advice. They listened to reason and wouldn't act rashly. The middle-aged general didn't stop Lü Jue either, because he was confident in his own abilities, and Shen Tang was also dressed in red robes and silver armor.
Xun Ding on the city wall: "..."
I've seen people looking for trouble, but I've never seen anyone looking for death.
If Lü Jue is killed, the second round will be considered a victory.
This fellow let Lü Jue go and replaced him with the toughest nut to crack. What was he thinking? Did he really think he was the tyrannical and unreasonable Gongxi Chou? Without even looking, Xun Ding could already foresee the fate of the middle-aged general.
However, they don't think that way.
He merely glanced at Shen Tang's attire with disdain.
A true martial artist strives for an exaggeratedly robust physique; powerful muscles are proof of strength. Compared to him, Shen Tang is undoubtedly a cripple. He's short, his shoulders are narrow, and his appearance lacks any masculine features.
Gu Chi, who was frowning and analyzing, was speechless.
If the occasion hadn't been inappropriate, he almost burst out laughing on the spot. He tried to hold it in, but couldn't suppress the smile playing on his lips.
Xun Zhen asked him, "What are you laughing at, Wang Chao?"
Gu Chi replied, "Naturally, I'm laughing at this person for courting death."
It's been a long time since I've seen someone so accurate in avoiding pitfalls.
The middle-aged military officer was unaware of this matter. He merely squinted at Shen Tang before asking, "Nameless nobody, what is your name?"
Shen Tang immediately said, "Your ancestors."
The middle-aged military officer's thick eyebrows shot up, and a flash of killing intent appeared in his eyes. His aura rushed towards Shen Tang, but he suppressed his anger and sneered, "You're so young, yet you have quite the nerve. Besides you, who else on your side is dressed in red and silver armor?"
Shen Tang sat on the back of the motorcycle, tilting his head to think.
The answer was: "No, only your ancestor."
The middle-aged general laughed angrily: "You're so young, yet you're so shameless. You say you're the only general in red robes and silver armor under the rebel leader's command? Could it be that you personally beheaded a ninth-rank fifth-grade official? Aren't you afraid of your tongue getting twisted in the wind?"
Shen Tang sensed a hidden meaning in the other person's words.
Smiling provocatively, she said, "These days, nobody believes the truth. Among the people I've killed, someone of the rank of Ninth Grade Fifth Grade Doctor doesn't even rank in the top tier. Whose head are you referring to? Perhaps he was quite distinctive, and I might remember him. Also, who are you calling a thief? Taking something without asking is thievery. It's your lord who committed murder and theft of grain who should be called the 'Autumn Thief'!"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged military officer felt a sinking feeling in his heart. His attention was completely drawn to the second sentence, and he couldn't pay attention to the last two sentences.
If this young player wasn't lying...
Was his younger brother really killed by this person?
No, that's impossible.
How could someone so young do that?
But then Shen Tang laughed and said, "I seem to recognize your face. What is your relationship with the ninth-rank fifth-grade doctor who led troops to raid the granary in Beishang County that day? Is he your son or your brother? Are you here to reunite with me?"
The wind at night was exceptionally cold and biting.
_(:з」∠)_
One bad news, one good news.
The bad news is that there's only half a chapter left in the manuscript.
The good news is that I finally passed gas, and the hospital's postpartum meals were actually quite delicious.
Ugh, I've been frantically refreshing all sorts of apps these past two days, but I can't find any fever reducers for babies. Even fever-reducing patches are sold out by the 15th of next month. I guess I can be discharged on the 19th, but it feels even more dangerous now. I'm so worried I'm going bald.
(End of this chapter)
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