Chapter 376 Humiliated in an Enemy Country, Crying Helplessly
In Dingzhou, the generals of the Great Jing Dynasty, led by Wanyan Zongqin, held a banquet in the front hall, eating and drinking heartily, with singing, dancing, and music, surrounded by beautiful women.
They had just returned from the battlefield, some with bandages wrapped around their heads and bodies.
A burly, rough-looking man picked up a piece of mutton and started to eat it. His movements were so vigorous that he pulled on the wound on his arm, and blood seeped through the gauze.
"Come on, cheers! Drink!"
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, one of the generals slammed his bowl down on the table, making a loud bang, and cursed, "Damn it, we almost wiped out the main force of the Great Zhou, slaughtered them all, and took Zhen Ding Prefecture."
Then we'll head south to Lin'an, capture that brat emperor Zhao Xuan, and escort them to Stone City, reuniting that useless Zhao imperial family and utterly destroying the Great Zhou. But then, out of nowhere, Xiao Xuance appears! That damned fellow surnamed Xiao is the nemesis of our Great Jing!
These words also enraged the other generals.
In this battle, they lost more than 20,000 men, including more than 3,000 cavalry.
The two sides fought for more than three months, concentrating all their forces on Dingzhou and abandoning several cities in the south in the process, but still failed to capture it after more than three months.
Yesterday's battle was the most frustrating one they had fought in the past year, and a wave of frustration washed over them.
Wanyan Zongqin couldn't bear to see them discouraged, so he said, "There's an old saying in the Central Plains: 'Don't be arrogant in victory, don't be discouraged in defeat.' They have suffered more casualties than we have, but we haven't lost by retreating to Dingzhou."
He leaned back on the couch, sitting in a lazy posture. Two women stood behind him, one massaging his shoulders to relax him, and the other kneeling beside him to massage his legs.
His general, Wu Yan, stood up, propped his arm up against his chest, placed his palm on his heart, and saluted him, "Second Prince, this humble general requests permission to personally go into battle and take the head of that man surnamed Xiao, to boost the morale of our army."
Upon hearing his subordinate's words, Wanyan Zongqin roughly kicked away the palace maid who was squatting at his feet.
Wutu touched the wound on his chest and said to his younger brother, "I have fought him before, and you are no match for him. This time, he killed more than a hundred of our soldiers by himself. You alone are no match for him."
"Second Prince, this humble general requests permission to join Wuyan in the attack."
"Good! There's a saying in the Central Plains: 'When brothers are of one mind, their strength can break metal.' All of you, go together and take his head. I, the Crown Prince, will award you first-class merit."
Wu Yan laughed and said, "As the Second Prince commands, my brother and I will join forces to kill him and chop him into mincemeat!"
"Ye Chuanzhong was seriously wounded by an arrow. If we kill Xiao Xuance, the Great Zhou will have no capable generals left. All that will remain are a bunch of good-for-nothings who are no match for us."
“Our Great Jing is full of warriors, while Great Zhou only has Xiao Xuance who can fight. This time, he will definitely not be able to escape.”
The generals, at the thought of chopping the enemy into mincemeat, let out a triumphant and ferocious laugh, "Hahaha!!!"
They had just retreated from the battlefield, and their bodies still exuded a violent killing intent.
Most of the women serving them were princesses or daughters of ministers who had been abducted from the capital. They were so frightened by the menacing aura emanating from them that their hands trembled when they offered wine or food.
A woman accidentally spilled wine on Wuyan's injured arm.
He hissed in pain, his face contorted in rage, and glared fiercely at the woman. He raised his hand and slapped her hard, "Smack!"
"Ah!" The woman was knocked to the ground, blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.
Ignoring the pain, she quickly scrambled to her feet, kowtowing and begging for mercy, "General, spare me! General, spare me! I deserve to die! I was careless..."
He grabbed the woman by the slender neck and lifted her up. "Princess of the Great Zhou...you heard about our battle plan and want to assassinate this general for you? You think you can kill this general? You overestimate yourself!"
"No, no, it was an accident. I will not do it again. Please forgive me, General."
Wu Yan grabbed her by the neck, lifted her up, and slammed her onto the table, scattering wine pots, bowls, food, and other items all over the floor with a crash!
Upon hearing the sound of things breaking, the tyrannical Wuyan was enraged. He grabbed her hair, lifted her head, and flung it to the center of the hall, shouting, "Guards! Drag this wretch out and give her to you as a reward!"
"ah!"
Princess Zhenrou was tossed around, her loose clothes barely concealing her body, which was covered in bruises.
She curled up, crossed her arms over her chest, and pulled at her skirt to cover her fair and slender legs, making the soldiers standing guard on one side stare in disbelief.
They can only prey on ordinary women.
Those common women often worked in the fields, their skin rough and painful to the touch, while the women on the ground were pampered princesses raised in luxury.
The soldiers drooled with desire at the sight of that fair body.
Upon hearing Wu Yan's words, he immediately pounced forward and dragged her away.
In the first seat on the left, Zhao Furou couldn't bear to see her best friend being humiliated and wanted to rush out to help.
Before she could even stand up, a pair of eagle eyes saw through her thoughts, and a large hand gripped her tightly, pulling her into his arms.
She struggled, but the iron arms encircling her tightened even more, leaving her breathless.
Zhao Furou glared at him angrily, her eyes icy cold, "Let me go..."
Wanyan Zonglie refilled the wine bowl in front of him, met her cold, hate-filled eyes, and a cruel, wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips, "You can't save her!"
"She is my elder sister, I can't just stand by and watch her die, let me go..." Zhao Furou struggled violently.
Wanyan Zonglie easily encircled her with one hand, and with the other hand forcefully turned her chin, pouring strong liquor into her cherry lips.
Zhao Furou felt like her throat was on fire. She tried to shake her head to break free from his grip, but the hand holding her chin held her head firmly in place.
Unable to break free, more and more strong liquor choked him, and he coughed as he drank, "Cough cough cough..."
She coughed incessantly after the bowl of wine was completely downed, her eyes rolling back as she nearly choked to death.
Only then did Wanyan Zonglie take pity on her and shake her off. She lay on the table, clutching her neck and coughing violently.
She felt a fire burning from her throat to her stomach, and her chest heaved from coughing. "Cough cough cough..."
She was in excruciating pain, and her survival instinct kicked in, so she instinctively put her hand down her throat. "Ugh..."
A wave of nausea rose in her throat, and she deliberately vomited onto the food on the table, "Ugh... cough cough cough..."
They robbed the Great Zhou's grain, killed the people, and even had her elder sister humiliated, all to deliberately disgust her.
Wanyan Zonglie glanced at her, saw through her thoughts at a glance, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips. She was really a tough nut to crack; she had been tormented for three months and still refused to give in.
She was more resilient than any man in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
He gripped her slender waist with his large hand, a waist so small he could hold it with one hand. He pinched her hard, but her bones weren't hard; he could break them with one hand. Her frail body probably couldn't even withstand his strength, yet she dared to oppose him so many times. What an overconfident little thing.
They looked very alike, their figures almost identical. He saw her back view overlap with the person in his dream, and his large hand caressed her flat stomach.
If his seed were planted in her womb, it would surely resemble her even more.
He took out a handkerchief to wipe the filth from the corner of her lips, then pulled her back and pressed her into his arms.
Princess Zhenrou, lying on the ground, saw the soldiers approaching her. Her eyes widened in terror, and she trembled as she backed away, shaking her head and kicking her legs frantically as she screamed in anguish, "No, no! I am a princess of the Great Zhou! I am a princess! Let me go! Father! Father! Please save your daughter! Waaah..."
"No, no..."
The women inside the hall were so frightened by what they saw that they closed their eyes, unable to bear looking at it, and dared not utter a sound.
They were afraid too.
This was an ordinary interlude for those who held the power of life and death, but it had a terrifying effect on the women, who served them tremblingly, not daring to breathe loudly.
Wu Yan, drunk, pounced on the woman, pinned her to the ground, and tore at her clothes.
Wanyan Zonglie roared, "Wuyan! Stop! What are you doing? We are discussing strategies to defeat the enemy."
Being careless and underestimating the enemy on the battlefield is a major taboo in warfare, especially since their opponent was not to be underestimated.
Wu Yan only had eyes for the beauty beneath him and couldn't hear what he was shouting.
His lips and tongue buried themselves in the woman's neck, kissing her haphazardly, while his large hands covered her breasts, squeezing them tightly.
"Ah! It hurts, no, let me go..." The woman on the ground struggled frantically, pounding on his back, but her strength was too weak and had no effect on the burly man. Instead, it aroused his sadistic pleasure, and he laughed roughly, "Hahaha..."
Lips and tongue moved down to suck...
"Ah! No, no, let me go, waaaaah..."
Enraged, Wanyan Zonglie grabbed a wine bowl and smashed it against his back. "Bang!"
Wu Yan stood up, clutching the spot where he had been hit, and roared, "Who hit me? Anyone who dares to hit me is asking for death!"
Wutu was sitting right above him, so he pounced on him and forced him to sit down in the chair. "Sit down! What are you doing, acting crazy in front of the Second Prince and the Fourth Prince?"
With that, he kicked the disheveled woman off the ground and said, "Men, drag this demoralizing vixen out and she's yours to keep."
To prevent his brother from being blamed, he shifted the blame onto the woman.
The princess was smeared, but she couldn't defend herself. "No, Furou, save my sister, save my sister..."
“Royal sister…” Zhao Furou saw another royal sister being taken away.
She wanted to rush out to save people.
An iron arm wrapped around her waist and flung her backward.
She slammed heavily against the wall behind her, the pain making her brow furrow and her vision blur. She almost fainted, but gritted her teeth and remained silent.
Wanyan Zonglie picked up a bowl of wine, glanced at her sideways, and sneered, "Overestimating yourself!"
Zhao Furou cursed back, "You are the ones who are overestimating yourselves. Prince Xiao is the God of War of our Great Zhou. He has never been defeated in the past few years. No matter what your schemes and tricks are, you will definitely lose this battle and become stray dogs. The warriors of our Great Zhou will definitely drive you beasts out of our Great Zhou territory and send you back to your hometown to herd cattle and graze livestock!"
Her throat was burning from the strong liquor, and her voice was rough and hoarse, not so sharp, so that no one present could hear it clearly. Only Wanyan Zonglie heard it clearly, his hawk-like eyes narrowed, and a fierce killing intent burst forth.
He raised his hand and slapped her across the face, "Smack!"
Zhao Furou was spun around by his powerful arm slap, her head hitting the wall with a loud thud!
She fainted, her body slid down, and a bloody mark ran down her forehead where she had hit the wall.
Wanyan Zonglie's eyes narrowed sharply, "Zhao Furou!"
He scooped up her frail body and shook her violently. "Wake up! If you don't wake up, I, the Crown Prince, will give you away to the soldiers below!"
His eyes remained closed.
Damn it!
Is he dead?!
I reached out to check her breathing; she was still breathing, but she had fainted.
"Guards, take her back to my tent and have the army doctor treat her wounds."
Wanyan Zongqin laughed and said, "I say, Fourth Brother, such a beautiful woman, I heard you haven't even enjoyed her yet. Wouldn't it be a pity to kill her? You still don't know how to cherish women. The princess of the Tudan tribe wanted to marry you, but you refused. What are you thinking?"
"I'm not interested. If my brother wants to marry her, then he can. I have no objection."
He didn't touch Zhao Furou before because he disliked the injuries on her face and wanted to keep her by his side as a female slave to warm his bed.
My face has healed, and I look more and more like her.
But he's been busy fighting lately, and nothing beats the thrill of going to the battlefield and fighting the enemy.
“I already have your sister-in-law. The person she wants to marry is you, not me. We are fighting desperately on the front lines, while they are winning over various forces and currying favor with the Emperor in the rear. If we can win over the Tudan tribe, our chances of winning will be even greater. She is just a woman. If you don’t like her, you can just marry her and keep her. Think about it carefully.”
"We can talk about that later. Right now, we need to come up with a foolproof plan. We can only win this battle; we cannot afford to lose!"
Xiao Xuance was his most feared old rival. After two years of fighting, he had to defeat him to stabilize the morale of his army, lead his troops south, and destroy the Great Zhou.
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