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Chapter 534 - 29: Great Victory, Annihilation!_3

Chapter 534: Chapter 29: Great Victory, Annihilation!_3

The Yuwen Family’s army had about two thousand who surrendered, the rest either died in battle or were swept away by the river, unknown where, and some escaped. Over a thousand died, and when this number was known, Yuwen Tianxian, now a captive, twitched his cheeks.

On Li Guanyi’s side, out of one thousand eight hundred people, only over one thousand six hundred remained. Even with "Moon-shrinking Formation", even with water attacks, even with Li Guanyi charging the lines and the heavy cavalry breaking through, the gap in sheer strength was still terrifying, as the other side also had a crossbow unit.

Over a hundred died in battle, and many of the remaining were injured.

Furthermore, there were still many horses alive, and there were a total of three thousand five hundred sets of armor, and weapons, provisions, etc. that were intercepted, were all transported back.

The young man was silent for a long time.

Military confrontation is cruel; death is inevitable once you step onto the battlefield.

This is also something that the Military School and generals must face.

Ling Pingyang noticed the mental state of this young general, and took the initiative to change the subject, saying, "It’s a pity we didn’t achieve annihilation. If we had captured them completely, there would have been great fame."

Suddenly a gentle voice came, "That may not necessarily be the case."

Ling Pingyang was astonished and turned around, only to see this simple tent being opened up and a few women walked in, leading them was a woman dressed in leather armor, wearing a veil on her face, revealing only a pair of incredibly beautiful eyes, it was Nangong Wumeng.

Fan Qing bowed and said, "General, these ladies brought back three to four hundred fleeing soldiers."

"The enemy had eleven hundred sixty-three dead, three hundred thirty-seven escaped, they are all here."

Although Fan Qing did not understand military tactics, in these chaotic times, where the world’s armies had been clashing for over three hundred years, influenced by what he had seen and heard, he understood what this represented—

Annihilation!

Either kill or capture!

Fan Qing’s heart raced with powerful beats, his breathing became heavy.

The young man suddenly remembered his teacher’s words.

Annihilation warfare is a battle to kill or capture all or most of the enemy, completely depriving the enemy of their ability to fight.

Ling Pingyang was speechless for a moment, leaving nothing but amazement.

Fan Qing, along with Mr. Lei Lei Laomeng, that group of physicians, and those young people.

They cheered for their victory because they could survive, because of a heavier, burning thing in the depths of their heart, their eyes brightened, their clothes torn, with traces of fresh blood, they hugged each other fiercely out of excitement, sadness for the departure of friends, and relief of having survived.

Then they roared and shouted toward the sky as if venting.

For their first appearance on the chaotic battlefield of this era, this group, considered mere rabble, had stormed into this world like bullish wild buffalo, achieving their first battle with records of "victory with fewer against many" and "victory with the weak over the strong" in annihilating warfare.

Ling Pingyang looked deeply at these warriors, then said, "But how can you few intercept so many fleeing soldiers? Even if they have abandoned their helmets and armor, running amok is still uncatchable."

Abandoning helmets and armor is no joke.

But it’s true.

It was still late summer, unbearably hot, and in the condition of a retreating army, the armor was suffocatingly hot and extremely heavy, making one slow down. The fleeing soldiers all thought the same thing—to run faster than their comrades, discarding their armor and throwing away their helmets, even discarding their swords, all in hopes of running faster.

Nangong Wumeng, playing with the short knife in her hand, nonchalantly said, "According to that old Mr. Pang, we left some traps in the places where they were retreating. Lacking soldiers and generals, we definitely couldn’t capture many of them, and then, this sister came."

"Just played a piece of zither music, and those few hundred armor-less martial artists started scrambling."

"I found some people, and soon brought them back."

Ling Pingyang exclaimed, "Skilled in military formations, a military Yin Yang family?"

A gentle voice came, "The general jests. It’s just that their mental state was already in disarray. If their military spirit was calm and they had commanders, my zither music would have been useless."

A woman stepped forward, beautifully featured, with hair like clouds and an extraordinarily calm demeanor.

Li Guanyi’s movements froze slightly.

Murong Qiushui.

A small head suddenly peeked out from behind Aunt, with silver hair cascading down, her face showing little emotion. Murong Qiushui smiled and beckoned the young general over, saying, "Li Nu’er?"

Ling Pingyang: "..."

Fan Qing: "..."

Pang Shuiyun: "..."

The three of them instinctively looked at the one who had just debuted and directly crushed a second-tier military unit, achieving a record of annihilating warfare, their minds momentarily blank.

It seemed impossible to associate this war general, who rode a Qilin, swung a two-yard-long Battle Halberd, wore a general-level Iron Futu armor, and roared back and forth across the battlefield, with the name "Li Nu’er."

The only one, the unrivalled beauty, laughed unapologetically.

Li Guanyi picked up a pen next to him to knock on Nangong Wumeng’s head.

Nangong Wumeng had already escaped with the wind, and Li Guanyi, dressed in armor, looked at Aunt and sent the generals away, then approached, saying, "Aunt, how did you come here?"

Murong Qiushui stretched out her hand and touched Li Guanyi’s hair, looking at the scars on the young man’s face:

"Here, to see how you are doing."

"And to bring some gifts for Li Nu’er."

Li Guanyi grabbed Aunt’s wrist and probed with Inner Qi, sensing Murong Qiushui’s aura, he frowned, "Aunt, your Dharma Form dilemma has not been resolved, you shouldn’t use Primordial Spirit and ’Jiangnan Misty Rain Twelve-story Building Skill’."