Whether King Wuhuan dies or not has little to do with Zhang Qi. Even if King Wuhuan survives this battle, Zhang Qi will let him die.
As long as he is a low-level person, even those with a little bit of power will not live long here.
Even for the army, he only needs hundreds of commanders below the thousand commander level.
Low status means easy manipulation, and low status means it is easier to be captured by beliefs.
"Let them stay to clean the battlefield, and let Sergeant Ying Tiao Liangqu and I go to the royal court."
Looking at the ruined battlefield, Zhang Qi said coldly.
Hu Ling was stunned for a moment, then handed over her hand: "No!"
"Hu Er, get up and follow you to the Wuhuan Palace."
"Oh." Hu Er scratched his head, stood up and followed Zhang Qi.
"Your Majesty, your horse."
Someone led a cross-country horse for Zhang Qi, and he climbed up. As Hu Ling went to pass the message, 400 people from the sergeants who were cleaning the battlefield gathered at Zhang Qi's side.
"Get on your horse! Follow my horse to Wuhuan!"
"promise!"
The shouts were in unison.
Zhang Qi and the others left this bloody and muddy battlefield behind and galloped their horses.
This place was only twenty miles away from Wuhuan Royal Court, and Zhang Qi and the others soon arrived.
Looking at the chaotic Wuhuan Royal Court, Zhang Qi sighed.
"It seems it will take a while to clean up."
Holding the steel sword high, Zhang Qi shouted angrily: "Come to Wuhuan! The soldiers maintain order in the royal court. Those who take advantage of the chaos and plunder will be killed without mercy! If there are those who rob horses and escape, block them if you can. If you can't block them, let them go." Leave! Secure the Wuhuan Royal Court first!"
"promise!"
Four hundred people dispersed and poured into the Wuhuan Royal Court. Apart from Hu Er, there were only a dozen female soldiers around Zhang Qi who had been acting as bodyguards.
They did not dismount and went straight to the king's tent, which was the easiest to distinguish.
As soon as they entered, the Wuhuan people who robbed the property immediately knelt down and kowtowed to beg for mercy.
Zhang Qi had no interest in these belongings. He grabbed a maid and asked fiercely: "Where does your king keep the people he brought here a few days ago?"
The maid was frightened and cried. She sobbed and raised her hand to point outside: "It's right...in the yurt a hundred meters away from the king's tent."
"Qinghua, take people there!"
"Yes! Your Majesty!"
The leader of the female guard team, Qinghua, accepted the order with her hands in hand. With a wave of her hand, a group of female soldiers followed her out of the king's tent.
Zhang Qi looked at the Wuhuan people who were kneeling in the king's tent, snorted coldly, and asked the remaining female soldiers and guards to be tied up by them.
Within a few minutes, Qinghua appeared in the king's tent with Lu Mu, who smelled of alcohol.
The moment he saw Zhang Qi, even though he was in his forties, Lu Mu couldn't help crying.
"Your Majesty! It's God's blessing that I can see you again. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, sir, please punish me!"
"The punishment will be discussed after everyone is gathered. Where are the outposts?"
Zhang Qi had a cold face. If he really blames Lu Mu in his heart, he really doesn't. But he has to pretend, otherwise, other people who have not received spiritual point implantation will follow the same example. How can the team lead the team? !
Lu Mu sobbed twice and wiped his tears: "Your Majesty, after I was brought to the royal court, King Wuhuan separated me from a group of wandering brothers. The little old man doesn't know where they are at the moment."
"Blue and white!"
"exist!"
"Take Hu Er and a group of female soldiers to find them, tell them who can provide information, and reward them with ten cattle and sheep each!"
"yes!"
Just after bringing Lu Mu back, Qinghua was sent out again.
When only Lu Mu and Zhang Qi were left in the king's tent, he asked, "How was the trip to Liaodong?"
"My Lord is under the protection of God, and everything goes well on this trip. Although Zhang Yi, the governor of Liaodong, did not explicitly agree to anything, he wanted your Lord to send the heads of the Huns."
"In my humble opinion, things in Liaodong can be planned."
Hearing this, Zhang Qi nodded slightly: "In that case, you can take people to Liaodong when the turmoil in Wuhuan Palace becomes more stable.
This Wuhuan can be regarded as an unexpected gain. If someone with a famous sword and a clear gun comes, it will be difficult to chase the running prairie people. "
"Your Majesty, thanks to the blessing of the gods, the day will come when Xianbei and Wuhuan can once again serve the Ming Lord."
Lu Mu was boasting on the side, and Zhang Qi couldn't help but laugh a few times.
Gradually, the noisy royal court became quieter, and all the herdsmen were driven back to their yurts. Zhang Qi's soldiers killed people without any discussion.
Of course, they killed all the Wuhuan people who were causing trouble. Once they killed more people, the chaos in the royal court would cease.
Until dark, the Ying tribe and Hu Ling's Wolf tribe rushed to the royal court with the black soldiers of Wuhuan.
Li Bu has not returned yet, and Zhang Qi is not worried. With the current fighting qualities and weapons and equipment of Wang Li's men, even if there are several times as many enemies as him on the grassland, as long as they are not surrounded, there will be no danger.
As the army arrived at the Wuhuan Palace, the palace became even quieter, just like the Xianbei Palace back then.
Anyway, he has come, and Zhang Qi can't just leave. Although Xianbei has not yet been completely consolidated, Wuhuan will definitely not give up.
He sent people to hurry up and Zhang Qi wrote a letter to go back.
Without him in the letter, Zhang Qi asked Hui, Bo, and Hu Shui to temporarily manage some affairs of the Xianbei royal court, and moved five thousand people over.
In the letter, Zhang Qi repeatedly emphasized that those sent must be devout believers in gods. Only these people can quickly assimilate other people.
After being busy until late at night, Wang Li's troops also rushed back. Counting the surrendered soldiers he gathered outside, there were more than 6,000 prisoners captured in the Wuhuan battle.
These captives Zhang Qi had already planned to implement the work-point system, but what they wanted to do was to build a road from Wuhuan to Xianbei.
They can apply to return to normal status at any time after earning enough work points, but until they have earned enough work points, they are slaves.
The harvest was great, but so were the casualties. The Wolf tribe lost not a single soldier, the Eagle tribe suffered nearly a hundred casualties, and the Wang Li tribe suffered the greatest losses. His army was the most capable of fighting, but the more capable it was, the easier it was to die.
In this battle, Wang Li's troops suffered more than 600 casualties, and half of the organization was lost. Zhang Qi felt very distressed, but he could use 600 to gain 2,000 enemies killed and 6,000 prisoners, so Zhang Qi had nothing to say.
The surviving old soldiers will slowly become the backbone. Under the influence of their training, the remaining 700 Wangli soldiers will bring out at least 7,000 elite soldiers.
Changing the concept, Zhang Qi felt much more comfortable. Although human lives are not numbers, Zhang Qi is getting used to treating them as numbers.
Come on bit by bit, this is the only way to go, and the success of one general is never empty talk.
Just like the proud man Zhang Qi is sharing the stage with today, people often can only see his great achievements and subconsciously ignore the numerous bones beneath these great achievements.
Ten Rooms and Nine Empties is a piece that is about to be performed on this land of China. What Zhang Qi has to do is to compete!
(End of chapter)
