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Chapter 1018: Wei Qing Becomes Famous in the City

As he was speaking, the city gate burst open and Wei Qing, wearing black scale armor, rode out on his horse. Behind him, eight hundred black scale cavalrymen formed a goose formation, with silver spears like a forest.

The temples of this Yulin general under Su Ye were stained with grass debris and there were pieces of unmelted snow stuck in the gaps of his armor, but his back was straight, like an iron spear that would never bend.

"My lord, the Yulin Army has cleared out the remaining enemies in the city. Please enter the city!"

Wei Qing clasped his fists while on horseback, and the hilt of the meteorite sword hit his chest heavily, making a crisp sound like metal hitting stone.

Su Ye glanced at the Black Scale Cavalry behind Wei Qing, and saw that the hooves of these elite war horses were still covered with night dew, so he knew that they must have been running all night without rest.

He suddenly jumped off his horse, and his black cloak swept across the broken tiles on the ground. Xuanwu, who was standing beside him, was so frightened that he wanted to help him, but he raised his hand to stop him.

"Zhongqing has worked hard. This time, we defeated the hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turbans under the command of General Longxiang. Zhongqing played an indispensable role!"

Su Ye personally lifted up Wei Qing's arm as he saluted, and his fingertips stroked the fine scratches on the other's armor.

Wei Qing's eyebrows moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Just as he was about to answer, he heard the sound of children playing in the city.

Following the sound, I saw smoke rising from the direction of the West Market. A few naked children were chasing each other on wooden shields left behind by the Yellow Turban Army. One of them even mistook a half-broken spear for a bamboo horse.

"My Lord, please understand."

"When I led my army into the city, the people were sharing the rice left by the Yellow Turban Army. On those rice bags... was the private seal of the Yellow Turban bandit Meng Zhang."

Wei Qing's voice suddenly became low. In the end, he did not refute the great credit that Su Ye had forced upon him, but chose to acquiesce.

He knew that he could lead his own Yulin Army head-on to fight against the elite Qinglong Legion under the command of Commander Longxiong without losing the upper hand!
Soon, the name of Yulin Wei Qing will spread to the ears of everyone in Tianwu Continent as this war concerns the survival of the entire Daqian Dynasty.

By then, no matter how legendary the name of the Dragon Warrior Commander Meng Zhang is in the Tianwu Continent, the name of Yulin Wei Qing will also spread far and wide along with Meng Zhang's fame!
Perhaps other people who lack confidence in themselves would be anxious and worried that this false reputation would be broken one day, but Wei Qing would not!

As a saint-level commander, although Wei Qing appears to be a calm, introverted and humble Confucian general, he is still somewhat proud of his command ability in his heart.

He doesn't think he is unworthy of this title!
Although this was a fake match, it indirectly made Meng Zhang, the head coach of Longxiang, famous by virtue of his hard-earned reputation.

But since Wei Qing is already prepared to take the blame for Su Ye, the worst that can happen is that he can fight a few real decisive battles in the future to prove that he is indeed worthy of the title and has the strength to live up to the reputation!

Anyway, Wei Qing was confident that even if the commander-in-chief Longxiang did not hold a fake match, he still had the 30,000 elite Yulin troops under his command and the hundreds of thousands of Qian troops left behind by Gu Changqing.

Even if he could not defeat the commander-in-chief Longxiong, it would be absolutely impossible for the commander-in-chief Longxiong to lead hundreds of thousands of Luzhou Yellow Turban Army to break through his defense line head-on!
"Zhongqing, do you know what Meng Zhang left at the dock before he left?"

Su Ye stood with his hands behind his back, the tassel of the Chunjun sword fluttering in the morning breeze, and the bright pearl reflected the rising sun, casting a flickering spot of light between his eyebrows.

"Hundreds of ships of Luzhou's fine rice, countless rolls of Jiangnan silk, and..."

He suddenly turned around, and the pure white cloak behind him swept across Wei Qing's battle robe.

"There are still dozens of boxes of rare books from the previous dynasties, piled up in front of the ruins of the Imperial College, waiting for great scholars to 'claim' them."

He deliberately dragged out his tone, and when he saw Wei Qing's Adam's apple move slightly, he chuckled.

Wei Qing's grip on the sword suddenly tightened, and his armor made a slight clanging sound. How could he not know that this was Meng Zhang's conspiracy?
Those rare copies must have been stained with the wax of the Yellow Turban Army, but when the common people received their rice, what they received was the notice from the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion - as this situation grew, Su Ye's reputation for benevolence and righteousness had quietly taken root.

"My lord, look!"

Zhuque suddenly rode his horse forward, pointing the Burning Sky Bow at a certain place on the top of the city.

Everyone looked up, but saw a half-burned torch inserted diagonally in the cracks between the mottled bricks of the city wall. Below the torch were eight crooked small characters written in cinnabar: Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers of different species?

Su Ye stared at the words for a long while, and suddenly burst into laughter, startling the white dragon horse under Wei Qing's crotch and making it trot nervously. "Good job, Meng Zhang! What a cooperative fight!"

Only when he laughed until tears came out did he tap the bricks of the city wall with the scabbard of his Chunjun sword.

"My lord, this was dug out from the ruins of the Grand Marshal's Mansion. There is a dragon pattern on it."

Xuanwu suddenly rode his horse forward, and his snake spear lifted up half of a piece of charred silk on the ground.

Su Ye took the piece of cloth and stroked the raised gold lines with his fingertips. This was one of the twelve patterns on the imperial robes of the Daqian Emperor, but now it was surrounded by broken tiles and scorched earth.

He suddenly threw the scrap of cloth into the air, and the light of the Chunjun sword was like a silver dragon emerging from the sea, crushing the scrap of cloth into pieces.

"From today on, there will be no more real dragons in Qiandu."

He laughed loudly, with the tip of his sword pointing in the direction of the palace.

As they were speaking, a group of silver-armored cavalrymen galloped out of the city, led by Huo Qubing.

"My lord! I have found it in the cellar of the imperial palace according to the map left by the Yellow Turban Army..."

The young general's white cloak was covered in dust, but he had a string of candied haws on the tip of his spear. When he saw Su Ye, he dismounted from his horse and knelt on one knee.

"The twelve imperial seals of the Daqian Dynasty!"

He suddenly lowered his voice and leaned close to Su Ye's ear.

Su Ye's pupils suddenly shrank and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the Chunjun sword tassel. If this news were to get out, the many forces that were still fighting in the entire Daqian world would surely pounce on their prey like hungry tigers.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Wei Qing, but saw that the great general seemed to have never heard of it. Instead, he stared at the candied haws on the tip of Huo Qubing's spear in a trance - the candied haws were clearly made by the old Wangji shop in the East Market. The hawthorns were plump and the sugar coating was crystal clear.

He suddenly remembered what Su Ye said in the military tent half a month ago: "The roots of the old tree Daqian are rotten. If we want to save it, we have to uproot it and plant a new one."

"My lord, the Yulin Army will always clear the way for you!"

"My wings for you are as abundant as a forest!"

Wei Qing suddenly knelt on one knee and plunged the meteorite sword heavily into the blue brick.

Su Ye reached out to help him, his fingertips touched the cold scales of the armor, but his palms felt very hot.

"Send a message to the three armies! Take over Qiandu immediately! The Hengzhou Army will enter the Imperial City, the Red Armor Army will patrol the nine gates, and the Chongyan Guards..."

He suddenly spread his arms, and his black cloak spread out like a crow's wings.

"When the Chongyan Guards go to help the people repair their houses, remember to replace the tiles that Meng Zhang broke with ones with cloud patterns!"

He glanced at the broken tiles on the ground and suddenly chuckled.

Zhuque took the order and left, his fiery red battle robe sweeping across Wei Qing's battle robe, bringing up a whiff of faint fragrance.

At the same time, outside Qiandu, the morning mist on the top of Qiandu city had not yet dissipated, and Si Luoying's Xuanhuang Treading Cloud Beast had already stepped on the broken tiles on the ground.

She looked at the charred beams on both sides of the cross street behind Qiantian Gate, and suddenly pulled the reins tight - she recognized the fallen hitching post. Ten years ago, when she went out of the palace to hunt, she hung her sword here and waited for her father to leave the court.

(End of this chapter)