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 bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...