chsdbacks Chapter 322 Let's start by taking down a few scions of aristocratic families.
Chapter 322 Let's start by taking down a few scions of aristocratic families.
"Oh my goodness, it's only been a short time, how did you end up like this?"
Yuwen Chenglong looked Pei Yuanqing up and down; the boy looked utterly dejected.
His armor was torn, his hair was messy, and there were several scabs on his face. Where was the spirit he used to have when he was arguing with him?
Where did that arrogant kid who used to always say "I am Pei Yuanqing" go?
"It would be the same if you did it."
Pei Yuanqing pouted and muttered under his breath, his voice full of resentment, but also a hint of helplessness.
"Hey, it's really different when I'm in charge."
Yuwen Chenglong patted Pei Yuanqing's arm with considerable force, causing him to wince in pain and nearly reopen his wound.
The term "honest man" wasn't used to describe Yuwen Chenglong, but rather to describe Pei Yuanqing.
This kid is too honest, so honest it's heartbreaking.
If he had been under Yang You's command, he certainly wouldn't have ended up in this situation.
You have to learn to play dumb, be adaptable, and flexible. Who really goes all out to fight?
"How is the war in the Northwest going?"
Lu Xiao only knew the general outline; if he wanted to know the details, he would have to ask the generals present, as they were the ones who had experienced it firsthand.
"Your Highness, Xue Ju and the foreigners have retreated back to Yumen Pass."
His Highness is probably beyond saving; he is imprisoned outside the pass, and his fate is unknown.
And General Zhang died saving His Highness…
Speaking of Zhang Xutuo, Shan Xiongxin's heart was heavy, and his eyes reddened.
This old general treated the officers in the army very well, never putting on airs or abusing his power.
They charge ahead in battle, and are the last to finish their meals.
Unfortunately, he died a tragic death at the hands of his enemies, without even a complete corpse left behind.
"How many soldiers are left?"
Lu Xiao frowned, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.
Even Zhang Xutuo died in battle. He was a veteran general who had fought all his life. He was experienced and extremely brave.
Yang You's fighting in this battle was truly outrageous, utterly outrageous.
"Currently, we only have 50,000 troops available."
Another general responded, his head bowed, his voice growing softer and softer until it was almost inaudible, his face filled with shame.
"No, there are 300,000 of you."
Yuwen Chenglong remembered that in the battle reports sent to the Eastern Capital, this number was mentioned repeatedly, one after another, as if he wanted the whole world to know.
How come there are only 50,000 people left in the blink of an eye?
What about the 250,000 people?
Where did it go?
"They all collapsed; some scattered, some surrendered, some fled..."
The general's voice grew softer and softer, and his head drooped lower and lower, as if he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.
"I've never fought such a rich war in my entire life! You guys are a bunch of fucking pigs!"
Yuwen Chenglong raised his hand, pointed at these people's noses, and started cursing. His finger was almost poking their faces, and spittle flew everywhere.
Three hundred thousand people! Even if it were three hundred thousand pigs, if they just stood there and let the enemy chop them down, it would take them days and nights, right?
The results of it?
It was gone in the blink of an eye!
He wouldn't waste a few words on anyone under his command; he'd just grab a knife and chop them down, saving himself the trouble of talking.
What a bunch of good-for-nothings, a bunch of useless idiots and good-for-nothings!
"Your Excellency is right."
The generals felt ashamed of this defeat, and they all hung their heads, not daring to utter a sound.
Yuwen Chenglong's insults were harsh, but they had indeed suffered a defeat.
Having lost over 200,000 people, the crown prince, and the Northwest, what face do they have left to refute this?
"Damn it, why aren't you getting the troops ready?"
"You're all useless, incapable of fighting tough battles. Can't you even handle this simple task?"
Yuwen Chenglong continued cursing, feeling that these people were an eyesore and wishing he could kick them all out.
"Yuwen Chenglong, don't go too far!"
Just then, the others in the tent stood up, each one filled with righteous indignation, their faces flushed, as if they had suffered a great injustice.
The one leading the group was none other than Pei Linghe, a relative of Pei Yuanqing.
The loss of this battle was not entirely their fault; they were also victims and had narrowly escaped death.
Yuwen Chenglong hasn't even fought a battle or set foot on the battlefield, yet he's here mocking them, pointing his finger at them and calling them pigs. What kind of logic is that?
He's just a marquis, what's so great about him? Every family has a marquis.
"Go to hell..."
Before Yuwen Chenglong could finish speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush forward to make a move, but was stopped by Lü Xiao.
"Who are you?"
Lu Xiao looked at the group and asked, his gaze sweeping across their faces.
He observed that these people were quite young, only in their early twenties, with the oldest not exceeding thirty.
Her complexion was rosy and her skin was fair; she looked like she had never suffered hardship or pain.
Compared to soldiers on the march and in battle, they were worlds apart.
If he wasn't mistaken, these were scions of prominent families who came here to gain prestige, right?
If you fight a few victories with Yang You, you can get promoted and have a good resume.
As for real skills?
Whether it exists or not is not important, as long as it's related.
"I am Pei Linghe, from the Pei clan of Hedong..."
Pei Linghe straightened his chest, announced his home address in a loud and confident voice.
The name "Hedong Pei Family" is a golden brand.
Upon receiving the answer, Lü Xiao interrupted Pei Linghe, not even bothering to listen to the rest, and turned to the others to ask:
"You are also members of a clan, right?"
"Of course!"
The others raised their heads, showing no fear of Lü Xiao, and even displaying a touch of arrogance.
After all, they hadn't made any mistakes; at most, they had just suffered a defeat.
Even Yang You lost, so it's reasonable for them to lose too, right?
Besides, there are many of them, and how many powerful families are involved?
No matter how powerful Lü Xiao is, can he kill them all? Would he dare?
"Drag them away and chop them all up."
Lu Xiao spoke lightly.
Everyone's expression changed drastically; their eyes widened and their mouths gaped open, unable to believe their ears.
"Pull him down, quick!"
Seeing this, Yuwen Chenglong could no longer contain himself. He rolled up his sleeves, his eyes gleaming.
These good-for-nothings dare to talk back to him and put on airs in front of the prince. This time, he will personally take action and kill them all!
"What, can't you hear what the Prince said?"
Luo Cheng placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and questioned the soldiers outside the tent in a stern voice.
"promise!"
Upon hearing this, the soldiers no longer hesitated and hurriedly helped the young men from prominent families to their feet.
"Lu Xiao, we haven't offended you, how can you treat us like this!"
The scions of prominent families were being dragged out, shouting loudly as they were being led away.
"Yuanqing, save me!"
Knowing that Pei Yuanqing and Lü Xiao were getting close, Pei Linghe quickly asked for help, her voice trembling.
They're all from the Pei family; we can't just stand by and watch them die!
"His Highness has been captured, yet you are all alive. Is that reason sufficient?"
Lu Xiao was too lazy to even find a reason; did he need a reason to kill a few people?
But since these people want it, we'll give them one.