The result was almost exactly as guessed.
The surrendered soldiers' desire to establish merit was always urgent.
Since this group of men had chosen the postmaster first, it meant they had lost priority over Madam Tang Zhiyou. Consequently, when they arrived, they could only squeeze around the door, having to jump up just to see the scene inside.
"Madam, did you enjoy your romance?"
"Was kissing in public fun?"
"We have so many people here, acting as your audience once again. Why don't you be generous one more time and put on another good show for us?"
"Of course, if Madam is missing a partner, we brothers are all willing to fill in."
The soldiers roared with laughter, their faces flushed with excitement.
Tang Zhiyou, on the contrary, was pale and trembling.
However, the soldiers of Qingfeng Relay Station ultimately did not take any further excessive actions against Tang Zhiyou. After all, they knew they were surrendering to Ren Tianye's army.
And Ren Tianye's army was known for its extremely strict military discipline. No one wanted to ask for trouble.
So, after just slapping Tang Zhiyou hard a few times, they grabbed her like an eagle catching a chick and dragged her outside.
Coming face to face with them was Wang Ming!
Guided by the soldiers, Wang Ming had already captured Wang Haichao, who had been organizing the defenses, and he was now securely tied up.
Wang Haichao's face was full of anger, and he shouted almost heart-wrenchingly.
"I have not treated you poorly, yet you dare to surrender to Ren Tianye? Scum of Yunjing, shameless wretches! God will not let you dogs off..."
Before he could finish, Wang Ming lashed out with his whip.
As the whip landed, the voice stopped. The effect was exceptionally good.
"Your romance ruined military affairs, yet you still think you're in the right!" Wang Ming cast a cold glance and ordered, "Tie that woman up along with this dog, put them in a prison cart, and send them to the rear."
Upon hearing this, Wang Haichao, who had just been silenced, jumped up again. "Wh-what? You actually captured my wife! Zhiyou is just a family member. Since ancient times, crimes do not implicate the family. Do you have any shame left?"
"Ren Tianye's army claims to be a righteous force."
"Is this your so-called justice?"
Wang Haichao's eyes were practically splitting with rage, but the moment he met Tang Zhiyou's gaze, he instantly softened. Seeing her red and swollen face from the slaps, his heart ached unbearably.
He used almost all his strength to break free from the two soldiers holding him and rushed to Tang Zhiyou. His face instantly filled with tender affection. "Zhiyou, are... are you okay?"
"I... I'm sorry. I've made you suffer."
Hearing this, Tang Zhiyou immediately stopped crying, shook her head gently, and said, "Husband, Zhiyou is not suffering. Being able to be with you is Zhiyou's greatest happiness."
With that soft and beautiful face right in front of him, speaking such gentle and considerate words, for a moment, Wang Haichao felt as if the whole world had faded away, leaving only Tang Zhiyou's clear and beautiful face in the vast emptiness.
His heart couldn't help but melt again.
His eyes grew hazy, and he leaned forward.
Tang Zhiyou immediately leaned forward as well.
The two of them...
Smack.
They kissed again!
And they didn't just stop at one kiss. Just like last time in the wounded soldiers' camp, they became more and more addicted!
This time, even a seasoned veteran like Wang Ming was dumbfounded.
No, what the hell...
You two are prisoners!
Are you really so lost in passion that you've forgotten everything else in the world?
Just as he was about to scold them, a cry rang out.
"Old Zhang is dead!"
The voice wasn't loud, but it was heart-wrenching.
The soldiers of Qingfeng Relay Station instantly filled with anger.
Old Zhang was the wounded soldier who had fallen into a feverish coma. The military doctor had stabilized his injuries, but just because these two insisted on making out in the military camp, they used the postmaster to kick the wounded out.
The cold wind had worsened Old Zhang's high fever.
He had been unconscious ever since, and now... he was gone!
Gone?!
At this moment, the anger of the Qingfeng Relay Station soldiers boiled over like scalding water.
"Wang Haichao, you shameless bastard, how have you not treated us poorly? If you had treated us well, would Old Zhang be dead? He didn't die fighting on the battlefield; he died by your hands!"
"My injured leg is going to suffer chronic issues because of you two! It will never recover, and I'll have to limp for the rest of my life!"
"Since ancient times, crimes do not implicate the family, but since ancient times, who allowed family members to be brought into a military camp? You made our brothers suffer a fate worse than death because of your family member. For that alone, your head should be chopped off a hundred times."
"Wang Haichao, you dog! You treat the words of Yunjing as imperial edicts, completely disregarding our lives. Duke Ren brings the authority of the imperial court, yet you turn a deaf ear to him. You treacherous rebel, how do you have the nerve to boast so shamelessly?"
...
The soldiers of Qingfeng Relay Station were overwhelmed with indignation.
Suddenly, they all knelt toward Wang Ming.
"General Wang Ming, we request that you deal with these two wretches, Wang Haichao and Tang Zhiyou, to rectify military morale and uphold military discipline!"
Sitting on his horse, Wang Ming's face was cold and stern.
He scolded, "Nonsense! Duke Ren has strict military discipline; how can he tolerate your insolence? Besides, I came here to take over Qingfeng Relay Station and have never seen any garrison commander. Why are you begging me for things I know nothing about?"
After speaking, Wang Ming led his men to clean up the battlefield and secure the entire Qingfeng Relay Station. Half an hour later, his personal guard came to report.
"General, those two pigheads from Qingfeng Relay Station that you have never seen have been loaded onto the prison cart and are ready to be sent to the rear to be handled by the Demon Suppression Division."
Wang Ming nodded and said, "Su Jin and Xie Changfeng are best at dealing with such love-crazed demons. Handing them over is the most appropriate."
Pausing, he asked, "How is the morale of the newly surrendered soldiers?"
"Morale is high; they are willing to fight to the death for the Duke!"
"Good!" Wang Ming said. "Draft one thousand five hundred men from among them to follow me south, advancing straight toward Luoyan Ferry."
"Replenish our own ranks with one thousand five hundred men."
"Yes, sir!"
"Remember!" Wang Ming said calmly. "Incorporate their leaders into our southward-bound army as well. The leaders of this Qingfeng Relay Station can only be our people."
"Yes, sir!"
After the guard passed down the orders, Wang Ming also finished his preparations.
On one hand, he sent someone to spur their horse and deliver the news back to Ren Tianye; on the other hand, he began to plan the military operation against Luoyan Ferry.
Luoyan Ferry was a main river crossing, a bridgehead on the riverbank that controlled the great river and protected water transport. It could be considered the northern water gate of Huaian City.
It was just a stronghold, but its location was undeniably critical.
It had to be taken as soon as possible.
Especially since...
Wang Ming had already learned from the surrendered soldiers that He Jin, the garrison commander of Luoyan Ferry, and Wang Haichao, the garrison commander of Qingfeng Relay Station, were brothers-in-law.
In other words, Tang Zhiyou and the wife of He Jin, the Luoyan Ferry commander, were sisters.
And Wang Haichao had long since sent a message to He Jin.
Luoyan Ferry would definitely be prepared.
Then there was even less time to delay. They had to strike with the utmost speed, striving to capture Luoyan Ferry in one fell swoop before it could make full preparations!
...
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
