novelAbuy Chapter 365 Lü Xiao: I'm a Practitioner
Chapter 365 Lü Xiao: I'm a Practitioner
Although the small foreign countries were dissatisfied with taking only one percent and felt very aggrieved, they also knew that they couldn't fight city hall.
If they dared to bargain with the Sui Dynasty, their own country would also end up on the table of division, being completely stripped away, leaving not even a trace.
"Your Highness, you are too kind-hearted. You even offered them 30%, which is too lenient."
After everyone had dispersed and gone some distance, Yuwen Chenglong rode up to Lü Xiao's side, his face full of resentment.
In his view, 30% was too much; giving 10% was a favor, a reward.
What right do these small foreign countries have to bargain with the Sui Dynasty? What right do they have to be on equal footing with the Sui Dynasty?
"Isn't it you I still have?"
Lu Xiao smiled, his tone relaxed as if he were chatting casually.
He initially wanted to say 10%, but that would be too harsh and make him look too greedy.
Instead of talking to them, let them talk to themselves, let them voluntarily give up the benefits, and let them voluntarily offer up the lion's share.
Qu Boya was intelligent and quick to understand; he could discern the refined meaning from a single note of music.
Xi Daoyi, after being reminded by Yuwen Chenglong, quickly expressed her support and kept up with the pace, not falling behind.
In the end, the Sui Dynasty still took 90%, which can be considered as achieving its goal. Everyone was happy, and no one was offended.
"Hahaha, that's right, that's right!"
Yuwen Chenglong laughed loudly, his chin almost pointing to the sky, his smugness impossible to hide.
That's what makes it so powerful!
There's nothing that Lü Xiao can't say or do, but Yuwen Chenglong can do it!
He was like a knife in Lü Xiao's hand, able to cut whoever he wanted, however he wanted.
Just like during the late period of the Wei Kingdom in the Three Kingdoms period, he would have been willing to emulate Cheng Ji's murder of his lord without even flinching.
Otherwise, what use would the Prince of Shuo's mansion have for supporting Yuwen Chenglong?
Isn't this what it means to do dirty and tiring work?
Isn't it just doing the kind of work that others can't do?
"I still have to learn."
Pei Yuanqing muttered to himself, his face full of disappointment, his head hanging low like a wilted eggplant.
He was indeed too young, too naive, and too ignorant of these social niceties.
"You don't need to learn, just honestly charge into battle."
Lu Xiao spoke earnestly, his tone tinged with affection.
Professionals should do professional things; he was not willing to waste Pei Yuanqing's talent.
This guy is a natural-born warrior; he's strong, brave, and fearless in battle.
Learning these sycophantic, backstabbing, and deceitful things would be a waste of talent.
Yuwen Chenglong was exposed to crooked and evil ways from his father since childhood.
I've long since mastered the ways of the world without a teacher; it's a talent that can't be learned.
As the army marched forward for days, they soon arrived at Yingsuo Pass, the gateway to the Western Turks.
This pass was built against the mountain, in a strategically important and easily defensible position. It was the first and most important barrier to the eastern side of the Western Turks.
This place is equivalent to Hulao Pass, which was guarded by Shang Shitu. One man could hold the pass against ten thousand.
Once breached, they can advance unimpeded towards the royal court at Sanmi Mountain, where there are no more natural defenses or obstacles to stop them.
Shekui Khan fled all the way and had already entered the Sanmi Mountain, hiding in his lair.
He knew that Lü Xiao would not give up easily; given Lü Xiao's temper, he wouldn't stop until he chased him to the ends of the earth.
To prevent Lü Xiao from daring to pursue them, he mobilized a large number of troops to guard the pass, setting up multiple layers of defenses and preparing for battle.
"They really did catch up!"
Chu Yue Si Jin, the leader of the Chu Yue tribe, stood on the pass, his hand on the edge of the battlement, his body leaning slightly forward.
Looking at the enemy approaching the pass, his face showed a heavy expression, his eyes were full of worry, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
The impact of Lü Xiao on them was simply too great; the horrors of that battle were still vivid in their minds.
It haunts me like a nightmare; I dream about it every night.
One hundred thousand elite troops, gone in an instant, without even a splash or a sound.
Even now, when he recalls the battle that day, his legs tremble and his palms are covered in cold sweat.
At this moment, the figure riding Red Hare and holding a halberd reappeared.
"He's here again!"
Chumi leader Chumi Sijin stood on the pass and saw that familiar figure in the distance. His face turned ashen and his voice trembled.
The person he least wanted to see in his life was Lü Xiao, that god of war who rode a red horse and wielded a halberd.
But this person is like a shadow, impossible to escape.
"It's alright, our checkpoint is extremely high, he can't get in, don't panic."
Chu Yue Si Jin forced herself to say things she didn't even believe, her voice clearly lacking confidence, and even her eyes were darting around.
If even they are afraid, how can the soldiers guarding the pass not be afraid?
If the commander's legs go weak, how can the soldiers fight?
At that point, let alone fighting, morale will collapse, the army will crumble and be utterly defeated.
If Lü Xiao and these Western Region barbarians were allowed into the royal court, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Shekui Khan cannot escape, his tribe cannot escape, and everyone will suffer as a result.
That wasn't just about losing cities and territory; it was a catastrophe that would wipe out the entire clan and cause the extinction of their lineage.
Tens of thousands of troops stood in formation outside Yingsuo Pass, ready to fight.
Lu Xiao stood with his halberd drawn, his Red Hare snorting, a tiger crouching beside him licking its paws, and a golden eagle circling in the air.
He gazed calmly at the towering fortress in the distance, his expression composed.
"Your Highness, please give the order!"
The King of Yanqi, Long Tuqi, held a scimitar in his hand and spoke with eager anticipation, his eyes full of excitement.
He had waited too long for this day, too long for the Western Turks to oppress him, and today he could finally vent his anger.
"Forehead……"
When it came to commanding battles, Lü Xiao was momentarily speechless. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
He is a practical fighter, a fighter who defeats thousands of enemies with his own strength.
He was always the one charging ahead, while the others followed behind, picking up the scraps.
Where is there a need for strategic deployment or planning?
Yuwen Chenglong also noticed Lü Xiao's predicament and forced himself to suppress his laughter.
After all, the God of War of the Sui Dynasty, a man who had never suffered a defeat in his life, had never actually commanded troops on the battlefield.
Even a three-year-old wouldn't believe something like this if you told them.
But Lü Xiao rarely gave orders; he was known for his wild and unrestrained style, doing whatever he pleased.
Either the enemy dies, or you die; there is no third option.
Especially after Li Jing joined, he became a hands-off manager, saving himself the trouble of even thinking.
"Your Highness, what's wrong?"
Another foreign ruler asked, puzzled, his brow furrowed.
They were ready to obey orders; their swords were drawn, their horses were ready, and they were just waiting for Lü Xiao's command.
Why did the person giving the orders hesitate at the last step?