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Chapter 461 Can’t Leave

Suzhileg had made all the plans.

He was ready to leave as soon as he could seduce the group.

In his mind, General Zhaowu, a first-class loyal and brave marquis, would never declare war on the Khanate for the sake of a doctor.

The Yongtai reign was also weakened by several years of civil war.

Both are in a period of recuperation and development, and both need to develop their people's livelihood and economy.

As long as he runs fast, the other party will definitely suffer this hidden loss!

Imagination is beautiful.

But reality is cruel!
Just as dozens of noblemen from the Iri Valley were about to leave this troublesome place.

More than three hundred cavalrymen carrying the banners of the Kansai Army rode their warhorses into the market.

Leading the charge was a 1.75-meter-tall, robust-looking young soldier in black armor.

He brandished his seven-foot-long spear and roared angrily as he charged forward:

"Surleg, you little thief, how dare you kidnap my master! Release him at once!"

Hearing the commotion, the noblemen peered through the curtain at the commotion outside, trembling with fear.

I'm coming.

The Kansai army did indeed catch up.

Heaven is going to destroy the Ili River Valley!
Unlike these nobles, whose legs would go weak at the sight of the Kansai army.

Suzhileg's slightly nervous heart quickly calmed down after seeing that the enemy's forces numbered only one-tenth of his own.

He even blurted out, "Who is your master? You're talking nonsense!"

Upon hearing this, the young general in black armor turned even darker than his armor.

He raised his spear:

"Do you dare let us in to search the camp? If we find nothing, we'll apologize. If we do find something, we'll offer your dog's head as a sacrifice to the heavens."

So arrogant!
Surileg smiled dismissively:
"You? You, an unknown brat, dare to search my royal tent? Who gave you the courage!"

The dark-faced young general's dark face quickly turned warm.

He turned to his soldiers behind him: "Brothers, let's show this scoundrel our courage!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Three hundred people roared with the spirit of three thousand.

One timid nobleman was so frightened by the murderous aura that his bladder stopped working.

The expressions of the others were not much better.

But their Prince Surleg, facing the pressure of the Kansai army, showed no fear whatsoever.

With a mouth at a thirty-six-degree angle, he issued a zero-degree command to the three thousand elite troops behind him:

"If you can't handle these small fry, you might as well hang yourselves! You're just wasting food by staying alive!"

The captain of the guard bowed his head and obeyed the order.

He understands!

The master intends to exterminate them all.

We must leave no survivors.

Afterwards, as long as they deny it to the death, who can know what happened today?
Their guards needed to complete this task to atone for their mistakes.

kill!

Only a few hundred people!

Before the three hundred Kansai soldiers could even shout their slogans, they rushed into the camp, and three thousand elite troops went to meet them.

We must firmly grasp the initiative!
In the eyes of those nobles and gentlemen of the Iri Valley, the two sides had officially broken off relations!

The battle at close range had just begun when the sound of horses' hooves came from afar.

Someone couldn't help but whisper to the nobleman on the outermost side:

"Have reinforcements arrived? Which side are they from?"

"They're from the east! They must be the Kansai Army!"

Surrage stood at the rear of the battlefield outside the main tent, and had a clearer view than these noble lords.

It was indeed the Kansai army that arrived.

But the number is still small.

There are no more than a thousand people, I estimate.

Thank goodness! Everything is under control!

Just as he was still immersed in the illusion of victory, a gunshot, half the volume of a musket, rang out behind him.

"Bang bang."

It felt like something had hit his lumbar spine. It was numb and burning.

pain!
When I touched it, my hand was covered in blood!

He turned his head and saw the woman who had shot him in the cold.

is her?

Wasn't she locked up?
Where did she get her musket?

A whole host of questions flooded my mind.

The last question Sulleg asked was: "Why? Why did you do this to me?"

Before he passed out, he heard a familiar, authoritative military order:

"Vanguard Battalion, all personnel! Kill without mercy!"

"boom"

Something is crumbling apart?
Oh!
It turns out it was General Gan's disguise!

It was kept under wraps for several years.

Once the truth is revealed, her identity is completely changed!

She... she was actually a female general!

When the female general takes action, she is a one-woman army.

The mere three thousand elite troops, with the tacit cooperation of more than one thousand vanguard battalions, were annihilated in less than half an hour without the use of firearms.

Everyone knows the characteristics of using cold weapons to kill enemies.

The wound was extremely large!
The manner of their death was particularly gruesome!
The noble lords of the Iri Valley, treated like monkeys and forced to witness the entire scene, prostrated themselves on the ground, begging for mercy incessantly.

Please don't kill us! Please don't kill us!

"Great General, spare us! Great General, spare us! Our family is willing to serve the Yongtai Dynasty as our master."

"Our family of 313 members is willing to serve the Celestial Dynasty as our master!"

"I"

It's not that they're cowards!
The three thousand elite troops brought by His Highness the Prince died in such a gruesome manner.

What could they possibly use to fight against the Kansai army?
Begging for mercy now is not shameful at all!
After a while.

A pair of leather military boots came into view, slightly smaller than the men's size.

The owner of the military boots asked only one question: "Can you represent the entire Iri Valley?"

The noble lords shuddered: "Yes! Yes!"

Why not?

Must be able!
The rules of the grasslands.

Whoever has the bigger fist has the final say!

The Kansai army was only a little over a thousand miles from the Iri River Valley.

The Khan, who is more than 3,000 miles away, should be able to understand their helplessness, right?

Most importantly, the one who started this war was his most beloved son.

Why kidnap anyone?

But they ended up kidnapping a ruthless monster!
The demon god declared:

"Very well, I'll give you three days. Within three days, I want to see the surrender letters from all the city lords, tribal chiefs, and noble families of the Iri River Valley. If even one is missing, you'll be held accountable!"
Furthermore, all of you who are watching today, please send a letter to your former master. In the letter, clearly explain the whole story. Do you understand?

"Understand!"

"Understand!"

I totally get it!
The pot belongs to Prince Surlege.

The Iri Valley is a spoil of war!

Even if the evil spirit hadn't reminded them, they were still planning to write the letter.

Tiger Head kicked the unconscious Surileg on the ground and made a throat-slitting gesture.

"Master, should we kill him now?"

"Foolish! To their Khan, a clever son is a hope as long as he lives; if he dies, it's a fight to the death!"

What Gan Minglan didn't say was that, with the current level of medical technology, it was impossible to remove a shotgun that had penetrated into the bone.

From then on, this brilliant prince was confined to his bed for the rest of his life.

Such a blow would undoubtedly be fatal to an ambitious politician.

She, Gan Minglan, was kidnapped by this man twice.

Is she some kind of unparalleled living Bodhisattva?

It's never too late for a woman to take revenge!

(End of this chapter)