The Empress Kneels in Her Palace to Admit Her Mistakes After Slaying Her Ways in the Female-Oriented

Wang Haichao stood there, admiring himself for a long time.

His face was beaming with joy.

A surge of tender emotions welled up within him, and his blood began to boil with passion.

With a wife like this, how could I not protect her?

He will do everything in his power to ensure that his wife, Tang Zhiyou, lives a peaceful and safe life.

Then, he slowly turned his head to face all the soldiers.

"Brothers, you have suffered such injuries for Qingfeng Post Station, which is a great service to Yunjing. As the garrison commander, it is my fault that you have suffered this pain."

"Come……"

Wang Haichao personally went down to the scene, helping the wounded, especially those who couldn't walk, one by one into the wounded soldiers' camp, while constantly urging the military doctors to hurry up.

"Take out the medicinal herbs I've been hoarding. As long as they can heal my brothers, don't hesitate to spend money on them."

"The lives of my brothers are far more important than this medicine and money!"

After carrying one of the wounded soldiers with a broken leg back to the wounded soldiers' camp, the soldier seemed somewhat dazed.

After Wang Haichao left, he immediately said, "Our garrison commander seems to be..."

"It's actually quite good!"

"Serving such a garrison commander... well, it's not entirely impossible..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by someone else.

"Give me a break."

"It seems normal now because that slutty, shameless woman, Tang Zhiyou, isn't around. What if that slutty, shameless woman were here?"

"Can you guarantee that Wang Haichao won't have a relapse?"

One sentence resonated throughout the wounded soldiers' camp.

The wounded soldiers were all stunned for a moment.

"Yeah, Wang Haichao, aside from his erratic behavior when he sees Tang Zhiyou, when has he ever been abnormal? If he were abnormal, would we brothers have served him so loyally before?"

"Why don't we just kill Tang Zhiyou and turn the garrison commander back to normal?"

"Fine, go ahead and kill him. Let's see if he punishes your entire family or not."

"Garlic bird, garlic bird, even if you really kill Tang Zhiyou, there are still Li Zhiyou, Qian Zhiyou, Shi Zhiyou, who can kill them all? It's simplest to surrender to Duke Ren and kill Wang Haichao."

"That's right, brothers, we can't let our guard down. There are plenty of people like that in this world. Haven't you heard of the general in the Northern Frontier who had a distinguished military record and extraordinary strength, but suddenly committed suicide for no apparent reason? Who knows, Wang Haichao might do something like that too."

"Yes, that's right. Right now, there's only one way out: surrender. Anyone who dares to undermine morale again, I'll skin them alive!"

"Surrender! Surrender to Duke Ren!"

……

The wounded soldiers were of one mind and united in their determination, but their influence extended far beyond the wounded soldiers' camp.

Anyone who has served in the military knows that wounded soldiers represent the last vestige of dignity for an army, a situation that every soldier may face. This is the meaning behind the saying "when things of one kind are hurt, one feels sorrow for the death of a rabbit or a fox."

The plight of these wounded soldiers had already swept through the entire camp like a tornado, causing widespread panic. As a result, when these wounded soldiers, enduring their pain, began to make contact with others, they were met with a great number of responses.

It didn't take long to gather more than a thousand people.

With the number of wounded soldiers reaching one-third of the total force, it basically meant that Wang Haichao's army had lost its fighting capacity. The next thing these wounded soldiers needed to do was send representatives to Ren Tianye to express their intention to surrender.

"Report!"

"General, people from Qingfeng Post Station have arrived; they've come to surrender."

Wang Ming was deep in thought in his tent.

After the arrival of the cannon-clad warriors, he pondered in deep thought what method and which routes to take to successfully advance towards Qingfeng Post Station.

Hearing this, I was stunned.

"Did you vote again?"

"Yes, I cast another one."

"Bring it in."

When the wounded soldiers' representative arrived at the tent, he knelt down and immediately began to recount in detail how Wang Haichao had treated them, inevitably revealing his grief and resentment in the process.

Wang Ming was taken aback upon hearing this.

"The wounded soldiers were still in the camp, and they were already kissing?"

"And the kisses were even loud?"

"For another half an hour?"

"Damn it, are you planning to take your clothes off too?"

Wang Ming immediately shook his head.

Having seen countless demons and monsters, he can still handle this kind of situation.

He immediately said, "If you truly surrender, tonight I will lead a raid on your camp. You will act as our inside agents. Do you dare?"

"General, we humble servants respectfully welcome the royal army!"

After formulating the plan, Wang Ming carefully considered it, on the one hand, the completeness and reliability of the plan, and on the other hand, whether it was a feigned surrender by the other side.

But the more I thought about it, the more reliable it seemed.

"We're at least 80% sure, so what are we waiting for? Let's act tonight!"

The moon was bright and the stars were few. Crows flew south. In the quiet, even silent Qingfeng Village, a flag suddenly appeared. The sharp sound pierced the night sky and exploded into a brilliant firework in the sky.

Even the sky began to lighten slightly.

The next moment, the silent military camp erupted like a fanged beast awakening, its roar rolling like thunder.

"Kill the garrison commander and welcome the royal army!"

"Brothers, follow me and let's kill them!"

"Light the fire, open the door, and welcome the royal army!"

……

The surrendered soldiers were very efficient.

Or rather, throughout history, no soldier who surrendered was inefficient.

The door was flung open, and a cavalry force led by Wang Ming emerged suddenly from the darkness not far away, like a black dragon rising from the ground, breaking through the leaping flames and charging in.

In an instant, it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

The surrendered soldiers were not idle either. Besides welcoming Wang Ming, many of them went straight to the residences of the leaders of Qingfeng Post Station.

You used to be my boss, and I had to be timid and obedient to you. But now, I've rebelled. I have a knife in my hand. What are you going to do to me?

With this mindset, the soldiers entrusted the glorious task of conducting the first experiment to the postmaster.

A cold blade was pressed against his neck, startling the postmaster so much that he jumped out of his warm bed, his face covered in cold sweat: "What, what are you going to do?"

"Are you planning a rebellion?"

"Ha!" The soldier holding the knife, whose wound had not yet healed and whose gauze was still seeping blood, spoke words that were full of irony.

"Lord Innkeeper, aren't you the one who loves helping others achieve their goals?"

"Tonight, we would like to ask you to do us a favor and borrow your head as a gift for our service to General Wang Ming."

"Since the postmaster is so concerned about what others are in need and thinks from their perspective, surely he wouldn't be unwilling, would he?"

The postmaster cried out in alarm, "No, no..."

Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, the blade flashed.

After the blood-stained blade fell, the first gift for Wang Ming was already prepared.

"Brothers, the first gift for General Wang Ming is ready. We need to hurry up and prepare the second gift, lest the other brothers snatch it away."

With a whoosh, everyone headed straight for Wang Haichao's wife, Tang Zhiyou's, room!

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