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Chapter 134 Stirring a hornet's nest

After the battle, the next step was naturally to clean up the battlefield.

They encountered enemy soldiers who were severely wounded but still had a breath left.

Guan Jun and his men casually delivered the finishing blow.

The enemy soldiers' outer garments made of various leathers, their weapons, and their boots were all stripped off.

Among them, the leader was surrounded in the middle.

The jewels on the hilt of his scimitar and the jeweled ring on his thumb made him look quite wealthy.

The best spoils of war should naturally be offered to General Yu.

General Yu: We have another child to raise, so we need to earn some money. Please accept this!

After finally tidying up everything, they didn't even leave out the ten rafts moored on the riverbank.

Such a huge raft is quite valuable.

Those born into military households never had an easy life.

Let's take another look at our own casualty statistics.

Nine hundred and one people came out.

Seventy-five people were slightly injured, twenty-nine were seriously injured, and fifteen died.

The veterans guarding the city and the musketeers of the border town gaped in astonishment after hearing the report.

Over the past few years.

They have never fought such a decisive battle with such minimal losses!

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Stimulate!

Even the prefect who arrived later with his officials from the state government.

Seeing the naked upper-body enemy corpses lying on one side of the mountain was incredibly exciting.

First, I dare not imagine what would happen if these eight thousand barbarians marched into the prefectural city.

Secondly, no one expected the defenders of Jinzhou Pass to be so strong! Nine hundred against eight thousand?

Then I thought about it.

With such a powerful group of guards stationed at Jinzhou Pass, the safety of the prefectural city is guaranteed!
After the shock, the prefect warmly greeted everyone:

"Everyone has worked so hard for the safety of Jinzhou! Please come to my residence and have a bowl of hot soup noodles! As for these spoils of war, I will immediately send someone to help you send them back to Jinzhou Pass."

He was speaking to the captain of the musket team.

The musket captain did not agree directly, but instead turned and quietly asked General Yu for his opinion.

It was only then that the prefect noticed Gan Minglan in the middle of the procession.

He didn't know why.

My mind is full of question marks.

Could this beautiful woman also be a spoil of war?
It wasn't just the prefect who thought this way.

The registrar who accompanied him looked on with disdain and said to the mountainside littered with the corpses of the Hu people:

"These barbarians must have never seen a woman in their lives. They even bring women with them to serve them when they go to war! No wonder they're so easily defeated!"

The musketeer captain immediately frowned:
“My lord, please be careful with your words. This is the leader that our guerrilla general invited! The reason this battle was fought so well is entirely due to her excellent command. She even personally killed the enemy leader.”

Is this woman Guan Jun, the team leader?
The prefect and the registrar rested their chins on their hands, their mouths opening and closing.

Finally, their attention was drawn to the wooden stick, as thick as a baby's wrist, in Gan Minglan's hand.

It was indeed stained with a lot of blood.

But, can this thing kill people?

No matter how you look at it, it seems completely unbelievable.

Gan Minglan naturally wouldn't explain her abilities to these people.

She believed that Jinzhou Pass was their main battlefield.

Once this task is completed, I need to return to my unit as soon as possible.

That prefect was really cunning.

I still wanted to keep them in the prefectural city!

The two captains heeded General Yu's advice and set off immediately.

Fortunately, they got back in time.

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The sound of muskets from the hilltop on the south bank reached the north bank.

The elite soldiers of the Tatar Tumed tribe who remained behind could no longer sit still.

They completely disregarded the orders of the supreme commander of the Kashgar Khanate.

After a private discussion and a brief exchange of ideas, the minor leaders decided to launch a full-scale attack on the West Gate.

They were eager to capture Jinzhou Pass and then march to the south bank to rescue the Khan and his brothers.

Those were forty thousand elite troops!
Even by stepping over the corpses of their comrades, some people managed to break through the encirclement and enter the city.

The same is true.

Gan Minglan and her team had just returned in triumph when they immediately threw themselves into street fighting.

As they fought, the greenhorn soldiers shouted, "The Hu army on the other side of the river has all been killed! They're all dead!"

The Guan army was already somewhat exhausted from the fighting.

Upon hearing this, I felt confident that I could do it again.

The Tatar soldiers who could understand a little bit of Chinese felt their blood rush to their heads and their minds were in complete disarray.

They were secretly thinking:

"It's fake, it must be fake!"

"With so many personal guards, how could Sodo Khan be killed so easily!"

"I've heard before that the Han people are extremely cunning. They're doing this on purpose, deliberately trying to make our own people fall into chaos first."

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Then they witnessed just how honest the Bei army was.

After the street fighting ended.

More than a dozen heads flew down from the city gate tower.

Sodo Khan's head is among them.

His confidants pounced and grabbed the heads of the men who had rolled to the ground, their heads still damp with sweat.

After confirming that there are no errors.

A bloodcurdling scream rang out.

"It's the Great Khan! It's the Great Khan!"

"The Bei army killed our Khan!"

"We must avenge the Great Khan!"

"We swear to avenge the Great Khan, even to the death!"

"Revenge! Revenge!"

Outside the city gates, amidst the cacophony of weeping, shouts of defiance arose.

Tian Jiu, who was on the city gate, heard everything.

He picked at his ear.

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Sweating profusely!

The Great Khan of the Tatar Tumed tribe!
The person whose head was blown off by the Jade-Faced Rakshasa was actually a descendant of the Golden Family?

They actually threw that head back at them!
Do you know how many taels of silver you could get if this head were reported to the imperial court?
After his initial euphoria, he secretly lamented his misfortune.

Damn it, we're doomed!

We stirred up a hornet's nest.

The Tatars failed to protect their Khan, and instead had him beheaded.

They won't survive if they go back!

The Great Khans were born, but they might not survive.

If the Great Khan dies, those who accompany him will surely perish!

The next Tatars will definitely be fought to the death.

We have no choice but to give it our all!
The war suddenly reached its climax.

The Bei army, fueled by adrenaline, faced off against the elite Tatar Tumed troops, who were determined to fight to the death.

The fighting was exceptionally fierce.

Finally, the families of soldiers at Jinzhou Pass also joined the war effort.

The number of lives continues to decrease.