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Chapter 135 The Neighbor Took the Blame

General Tian Jiu listened to the tearful complaints of the military dependents.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

His feelings toward the woman, Jade-Faced Rakshasa, were quite complex.

Her slightly exotic looks and aloof personality truly captured his heart.

In addition, she had saved him twice from the scimitars of the Hu people.

The grace of being saved is like being given a second life!
According to statistics, no fewer than two thousand Tatars died by her wooden spear that day.

That's a huge concept!

One person is worth a hundred households!

She accomplished what most men cannot.

She's truly a woman sent down by God.

It wasn't just the people of Jinzhou Pass who wanted her to stay.

The people of the border town need her even more!

If it weren't for the military doctor's repeated assurances to him...

He repeatedly emphasized that although the Jade-Faced Rakshasa's injuries looked severe, they were not fatal. As long as she was treated with good medicine and nursed for one or two months, she would surely recover.

Tian Jiu almost led his men out of the pass overnight and attacked the Hu people's stronghold.
Inside the Hu people's stronghold, which he ultimately spared.

News came back that the elite troops of the Tatar Tumed tribe and their leader, Sodo Khan, had all been killed in battle.

The supreme commander of the Kashgar Khanate is convening a meeting with his close associates.

The topic of the meeting:

Yes, taking advantage of the fact that the troops at Jinzhou Pass have been almost completely worn down by internal strife, we can step over the corpses of the elite Tatar Tumed troops, capture Jinzhou Pass in one fell swoop, and then cross the river to the prefectural city.

Alternatively, they could ride the prized horses left behind by the Tatar Tumed tribe, storm their territory, and annex it entirely.

Among this group of people.

The young man, Yaqub Beg, insisted that:

"Taking Jinzhou Pass is definitely the most important thing! The Bei Kingdom is so vast and rich in resources. The gold and silver treasures we can get from just a few prefectures will be more than we can get from taking down the entire Tatar Tumed tribe."

However, the supreme commander's confidants had different opinions.

"With our current forces of less than 20,000, it is nothing short of a pipe dream to sweep across the Guanzhong Plain. Moreover, who knows how many troops we will lose after taking down this tough nut of Jinzhou Pass?"

"Yes! I've heard that the city on the other side of the Zhuo River is also easy to defend and difficult to attack! Can you guarantee that we can take both cities in one fell swoop?"

"Yaqub Beg, you're a smart man. I'd like to ask you, so what if we stormed into Shangdu? Besides looting and running away, do you think we'd stay there and let the Han people be our emperor?"

"Yes, our military strength and capabilities are indeed insufficient to subdue the Han people! However, it's different when it comes to the Tatar Tumed tribe! Firstly, all of their tribe's elite troops have been lost in battle, and secondly, their territory is very close to ours."

It means that once captured, it will be easier to manage.

There are still unspoken concerns they have.

Of the 80,000 archer cavalrymen brought out this time, less than 20,000 remain.

If they don't achieve certain results, they won't be well received even if they return to the Kashgar Khanate.

Yaqub Beg alone cannot support the whole family.

He understood perfectly well that this was a golden opportunity to capture Jinzhou Pass.

But what the commander's confidants said wasn't entirely without merit.

If the conquered territory cannot be incorporated into the Khanate's territory, it's essentially a one-off deal.

The key issue is that the morale of the holy warriors is currently very low.

Neither of them had the determination to win.

Furthermore, the supreme commander clearly favored the opinions of his confidants.

Of course, the Supreme Commander still gave the greatest recognition to Yaqub Beg for his crucial role in this holy war.

He solemnly stated that after conquering the Tatar Tumed tribe, he would return and recommend him for credit.

Akub Beg: Although but
This can be considered a change in the family's reputation, allowing them to return home in glory!
Little did he know that the current holy war had reached such a disastrous state that a scapegoat was needed.

As soon as the supreme commander returned to the Kashgar Khanate, he was made a scapegoat.

Not only did he not get promoted or become wealthy, but he also failed to achieve his goals.

The entire family was also killed.

Of course, these are things to follow.

That night.

The Kashgar Khanate's horse archers, riding the prized horses of the Tatar Tumed tribe, headed straight for their stronghold along the same route the Tatar Tumed tribe had taken.

A fierce holy war launched by the Uyghurs.

In the end, it was their good neighbor, the Tatar Tumed tribe, who covered for them. Good neighbor: Listen to me, thank you!
Day two.

The people of Jinzhou Pass were overjoyed:

"Good news! Good news! The Hu people have withdrawn! The Hu people have withdrawn!"

"Hahaha, we won! We won!"

"Waaaah, we've finally held Jinzhou Pass!"

"As long as we are alive, everything will be alright."

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One day later.

Gan Minglan woke up from a deep sleep.

When I opened my eyes, I was met with a pair of red eyes swollen like walnuts.

It was unexpected and a bit cringe-worthy.

She turned her head slightly.

hiss!
Buy one get one free.

There are also a pair of small, reddish-brown eyes.

The owner of Little Walnut, whose eyes were red, saw that his mother had finally woken up.

With a loud "Awooo!", it let out a high-pitched howl.

Wailing and crying, she cried, "Mom, Mom! Why aren't you as good as you anymore?"

Waaah, Mom has never lost a fight, has she?
This time, he was even injured by bad guys.

Is it a decline in strength?

I still haven't used all my strength!
Fatty howled for a long time, but not a single tear fell.

The main problem is that he's been crying so much these past two days that his throat and eyes are really sore.

Seeing that her mother had woken up, the crying she shed now was completely different from the crying she had shed before.

Gan Minglan's throat was a little dry, and she comforted the little one with a bitter expression: "Don't, don't cry! Mother will try her best not to get hurt again in the future."

Fatty was about to throw a tantrum.

She also felt that she shouldn't argue with her injured mother at this time.

She has no backbone; her mother coaxed her back with just a few words.

I wiped a handful of small walnut-shaped pores.

She lay beside her mother, whimpering softly.

Gan Minglan looked at Da Walnut Eyes with a slightly embarrassed expression.

I was internally ranting:

Are the men in this matriarchal dynasty made of water? How can someone in their thirties, with the mentality of a man, still cry like this?
Zuo Wenkang didn't want his wife to see him in his current disheveled state.

But he really had a hard time controlling his emotions.

Two days ago, the garrison commander sent someone to pick them up. His heart started racing, and he had a feeling that something big was about to happen.

The other party did not say a word.

When they returned to the post station, they saw the fairy-like wife lying motionless on the kang, her face as white as a ghost.

The string in his mind snapped instantly.

The military doctor's diagnosis was...

My wife is too tired. When she's exhausted, her body goes into a protective state. She'll wake up naturally once she's had enough sleep.

That night, he personally checked his wife's wounds.

It's possible that the wood-based supernatural ability she practiced was at work.

The wound is healing at an astonishing rate.

In order to prevent others from noticing anything amiss.

These past few days, he has been doing everything himself, washing his wife and changing her dressings.

He inspected all the medicinal herbs sent by the garrison commander, including a ginseng root that was fifty years old.

These are all good for nourishing health and replenishing vital energy.

He was just waiting for his wife to wake up so he could make her a medicinal meal.

But who knew that she would sleep for two days and one night!
His mind was filled with all sorts of wild thoughts, even imagining that his wife had suffered some kind of internal injury that the military doctor couldn't diagnose.

In short, tears are disobedient.

(End of this chapter)