Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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Huai Laoer shouted at the top of his voice: “I understand!”
The others also nodded vigorously to show their rapid progress in wisdom.
Everyone stood still.
Le Zhengming held his forehead, feeling very helpless. Finally, he held the little curly-haired boy in his arms, patted his back gently, and whispered softly: “Wait for me here, I’ll be back soon!”
He turned to look at this group of rough men, his expression and tone becoming very cold: “You understand, then why don’t you go down to check on your troops? We are the reserve troops mentioned by the military advisor! We will reap the fruits of the battle of the Mongols and the Jin people at the last moment! This victory belongs to us!”
The generals were stunned for a few breaths before they reacted, and immediately howled excitedly: “Oh my, the military advisor is too insidious! Let’s go down and fight! Brothers, charge!”
Everyone rushed down the platform, screaming all the way. Le Zhengming was about to hug the little curly-haired boy again before leaving, but he suddenly jumped onto his back, holding him tightly with his hands and feet, and he couldn’t tear him off.
“Stop it, there’s a war going on right now!” Le Zhengming scolded, but his heart was sweeter than eating honey. He knew that the little curly-haired boy couldn’t bear to leave him.
“Take me with you. You promised me that you would never leave me alone again.” Zhuang Li was not the kind of poor little guy who would stay in a safe place and wait for others to fight for him. He was afraid of death only because he was worried that his death would be worthless, not because he was cowardly and incompetent.
“It wouldn’t be bad to die with you.” – Somehow, Le Zhengming’s mind suddenly rang with these words that Xiao Curly had said in the night wind, and his heart suddenly ached.
This pain was not mixed with any negative emotions but was caused by the huge and sudden burst of happiness and joy.
He knew that the boy’s feelings for him were not due to physical pleasure, nor were they a temporary curiosity, nor were they a desire to find a supporter to live a good life. The boy loved him truly and desperately.
And his heart towards the young man was the same…
“Come on, brother will take you to fight!” Le Zhengming held the person behind him steadily and strode forward.
The Jin army only needed to hold out for a few more quarters of an hour to completely defeat the Mongolian cavalry but was intercepted by Le Zhengming’s 150,000 troops at the last moment.
The Mongolian army was so frightened by the new and aggressive army that they turned around and fled the battlefield, quickly crossing several hills and heading west to the grassland. After crossing the grassland, the Mongolians would return to their homeland.
“Chase! We can’t let them run away!” Le Zhengming rode his warhorse at a rapid speed, with a huge crowd following behind him.
Only a few scattered Mongols were left, and they fled with their commander.
The Jin army had no idea that their victory had been reaped. They lay there one by one, laughing heartily after surviving a disaster. The one in charge of beating the drums was a general from the Wei state. He threw the drumsticks behind his head, pulled a warhorse, and chased his comrades away.
Half an hour later, Le Zhengming returned triumphantly with his private soldiers. The same number of people came back as when they left, and there were no casualties at all.
The Mongols were only concerned with running forward, so how could they dare to turn around and fight this energetic and high-spirited army? Wouldn’t that be courting death? Moreover, they had already used up all their arrows, so it was wishful thinking to find time to shoot a few arrows.
Le Zhengming raised his arms high and showed his victory to all the Jin soldiers.
There was a moment of shocked silence in the field.
He was holding a bloody human head in his hand. Although the facial features could not be discerned, one could tell from the golden eagle’s tail feather inserted diagonally on the side of his temple that the head was the commander of the Mongolian cavalry, Prince Chilhan, the only son of the Mongolian Khan and the future monarch of Mongolia.
The exhausted and frightened soldiers of Jin State cheered in ecstasy. They had no idea how they managed to survive, and they only thought that Le Zhengming, who had descended from the sky, was a god who had saved them.
Zhuang Li sat in a chariot, watching the scene quietly through the bamboo curtain, and then chuckled. The person he wanted to protect would eventually become the lord of this land.
7480 also peeked outside. At first, he felt only a little uncomfortable. After scanning the facial features of the head and identifying the other party, he felt as if struck by lightning, and the entire core program was about to crack.
“Ahhhh! That’s Chilhan! The iron-blooded monarch who will unify the desert in the future! Master, you, you, you actually killed him?”
7480 stepped back again and again, staggered a few times, and finally slid down to sit down against the wall of the small dark room, his eyes filled with empty despair.
The script broke again!
In the original plot, this Chilhan was considered one of the golden fingers of the son of destiny, Zhuang Xu.
Zhuang Xu captured Chilhan alive in this battle with the State of Jin, but finally released him against all odds, saying that he could not bear to kill such a heroic and extraordinary person. He also said that if God created a list of heroes, Chilhan would definitely have a place on it.
Chilhan was impressed by Zhuang Xu’s wisdom and broad-mindedness and promised to help him do something unconditionally in the future.
Therefore, when the Mongolian cavalry was about to invade the territory of Wei, it was Zhuang Xu who asked Chilhan to withdraw his troops and signed a ten-year non-aggression treaty. This bought enough time for the Ninth Prince and greatly enhanced his prestige in Wei.
Later, it was thanks to this brief period of stability that the Ninth Prince was able to defeat various countries and unify the Central Plains.
After establishing a unified country, the Ninth Prince began to fear Zhuang Xu’s achievements and wanted to get rid of him. Zhuang Xu saw the clues and fled to the border at night to join Chilhan and helped Chilhan defeat the Ninth Prince and dominate the continent.
Chilhan was a tyrant who treated the Han people like cattle, horses, pigs, dogs, and slaves, and never regarded them as human beings. The Mongolian nobles under his command also killed the Han people at will without mercy. As a result, this land fell into a deeper disaster.
But what did that have to do with Zhuang Xu? He was respected as a teacher and a close friend by Chilhan all his life and lived a high and mighty life without worries. His compatriots crawling at his feet were only regarded by him as dirty and lowly dirt.
7480 deceived the host. In fact, the real child of destiny was Zhuang Xu, not the ninth prince.
The Ninth Prince was just a shield for Zhuang Xu.
However, 7480’s clever trick didn’t work at all.
With just one move, the host killed Zhuang Xu’s greatest support and even cut off Zhuang Xu’s future path to success. The world was on the verge of collapse until even the Lord God, its biological mother, couldn’t recognize it!
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