Returning to Zhenghe Hall, Empress Hazel Han summoned her maid, Jade Han.
“Your Majesty!”
Empress Hazel Han looked at Jade Han and said, “Go and call Lord Jasper Zuo, the commander of the Black Robe Guards.”
“Yes, Your Majesty!”
After Jade Han left, Empress Hazel Han began to read the triumphant report written by Oliver Sheng.
“Slaying four Great Grandmasters, has he broken through to the Great Grandmaster level?”
“Such rapid cultivation speed, could he be the reincarnation of some ancient powerful being?!”
Now, Hazel Han was increasingly curious about Oliver Sheng. For a thousand years, she had never heard of anyone cultivating so quickly.
Inexplicably, she thought of a term: a once-in-ten-thousand-years prodigy!
After all, the intelligence gathered showed that just last year, before joining the army, Oliver Sheng was merely an ordinary scholar.
Yet now, in less than a year, he had soared to become a Great Grandmaster. It was hard for her not to think deeply about it.
As Hazel Han was pondering, Jade Han’s voice interrupted her thoughts.
“Your Majesty, Lord Zuo has arrived.”
“Your servant pays respects to Your Majesty!” Jasper Zuo cupped his fists and said.
“Lord Zuo, you may rise,” Hazel Han raised her hand and said.
“May I ask why Your Majesty has summoned me?” Jasper Zuo inquired.
“Lord Zuo, I need your Black Robe Guards to quickly verify the authenticity of the River West Army’s battle report from the northwest,” Hazel Han said.
This matter was of great importance, and she had to investigate it thoroughly.
“Yes, Your Majesty!”
After receiving the order, Jasper Zuo left to have the Black Robe Guards’ elites in the northwest investigate the matter.
“Your Majesty is worried that General Sheng might have falsified the battle report! Falsifying military merits is a beheading offense. General Sheng wouldn’t be so reckless, would he?” Jade Han said.
“This battle report is too exaggerated; many ministers don’t believe it,” Hazel Han handed the report to Jade Han.
Jade Han took the report and read it.
“Ah, this!”
She was shocked. Thirty thousand against three hundred thousand, killing two hundred forty thousand enemies, capturing thirty thousand, and slaying four Barbarian Great Grandmasters.
Such terrifying achievements, not to mention the ministers, even she couldn’t believe it.
“What, you don’t believe it either?” Hazel Han said calmly. Many people wouldn’t believe it.
Not to mention anything else, just killing four Great Grandmasters from the Barbarian tribes would be impossible without deploying five or six Great Grandmasters.
Even if Oliver Sheng was a Great Grandmaster, it would be impossible for him alone to kill four Great Grandmasters.
“Your Majesty, how about I investigate for you?” Jade Han’s eyes sparkled with an idea.
Hazel Han looked at Jade Han, “You? What are you up to, little girl!”
“Your Majesty, nothing, I just want to ease your worries,” Jade Han quickly said.
“Well, it’s not impossible. You can go and offer condolences to the River West Army for me first,” Hazel Han said.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Jade Han said joyfully, her eyes full of happiness.
In Rejection City, General Who Guards the North, Felix Wu, was also stunned when he received the news, his expression full of disbelief.
General Who Guards the South, Harrison Zhou, was first stunned when he received the news, then filled with joy and regret.
He had once petitioned the imperial court to send troops to reclaim the River West grasslands, but it was rejected by the Emperor.
The reclamation of the River West grasslands brought joy and excitement to some, while others were skeptical.
At this moment, Oliver Sheng was leading his army, continuing to advance north into the grasslands, sweeping through the Barbarian tribes.
“Hyah!!”
Ten thousand cavalry galloped across the grasslands, the vast expanse stretching out, the sky clear and bright. They were like the mighty wind of the grasslands, wild and unrestrained.
Along the way, they killed enemies when they encountered them and wiped out tribes when they found them.
No tribe on the Moran grasslands could withstand them.
The captured cattle, sheep, warhorses, and prisoners were countless.
“General, all the Barbarian tribes on this part of the grasslands have been wiped out by us. The major Barbarian tribes have to cross the Sudden Desert,” Harrison Zhou reported.
Oliver Sheng’s forces had reached the Sudden Desert.
The Barbarian tribes south of the Sudden Desert had either been exterminated or had fled north.
The Great Grandmaster ancestors of the Gudis and Shanrong tribes had been slain by the powerful warriors of Great Wei, and this news had spread throughout the Barbarian tribes.
Facing the terrifying might of the Great Wei army, many Barbarian tribes fled at the sight of them.
The Shanrong and Gudis tribes were also fleeing north with their entire tribes, abandoning the Moran grasslands.
The Barbarian tribes were all spreading the news that Great Wei had produced a God of War who had slain four Great Grandmasters from the Xianyou, Shanrong, and Gudis tribes.
Many tribes had been massacred by this God of War and his troops, causing countless small Barbarian tribes to flee north across the Sudden Desert in panic.
Oliver Sheng glanced back at the captured cattle, sheep, and prisoners. Wanting to continue pursuing north, he couldn’t take them all.
“Send word back, have Sawyer Shangguan lead the troops to take over these prisoners and spoils,” Oliver Sheng ordered immediately.
“Yes, General!” A personal guard rode back to deliver the order.
“Everyone, set up camp and rest for now,” Oliver Sheng shouted.
In five days, the entire Moran grasslands north of the River West grasslands and south of the Sudden Desert had been wiped clean of Barbarian tribes by Oliver Sheng’s army.
The tribes that hadn’t been swept through had already fled north across the desert.
The army set up camp, and Oliver Sheng had no intention of returning.
In five days, they had exterminated countless Barbarian tribes, gained over eighty-six thousand Kill Points, captured countless warhorses, cattle, sheep, and prisoners, achieving significant results.
“General, do we need to continue north to pursue the main Barbarian forces?” Wesley Hu asked as he sat beside Oliver Sheng during the rest.
“What, are you scared?” Oliver Sheng glanced at Wesley Hu.
“Scared? I don’t know what fear is. Wherever you go, General, I’ll follow,” Wesley Hu shouted.
He, Wesley Hu, was no coward. How could he be afraid of mere Barbarians?
“Good, then. I will lead you to strike down the Barbarians and achieve an unprecedented feat,” Oliver Sheng said loudly.
“We swear to follow the General to the death!” the soldiers shouted.
If the enemy can advance, so can we!
With Oliver Sheng’s continued rise in strength, as long as the Barbarian tribes didn’t have a Martial Saint, no one could withstand his army.
After waiting for two days, Sawyer Shangguan led his troops to arrive.
“General, I, Sawyer Shangguan, report as ordered,” Sawyer Shangguan cupped his fists and said loudly.
“Take these cattle, sheep, and prisoners back. Hand the old and male prisoners over to Felix Wu to have them build fortresses,” Oliver Sheng ordered.
“Yes, General!” Sawyer Shangguan accepted the order.
Although he also wanted to follow Oliver Sheng into battle, he could only obey Oliver Sheng’s orders.
After handing over the prisoners and spoils to Sawyer Shangguan, Oliver Sheng led his troops to continue their journey.
“Like a great roc soaring with the wind, we shall rise to the heavens. Gentlemen, history will remember us. Move out!” Oliver Sheng shouted.
His subordinates, their expressions filled with excitement, were inspired by Oliver Sheng’s heroic spirit.
“We swear to follow the General to the death, to strike down the Barbarians, and to trample the Tianji Mountains!” Over ten thousand soldiers shouted.
The army rode into the desert, heading north.
Entering the desert, they were greeted by endless yellow sand, with the wind howling, the sand stinging their faces.
The soldiers could only wrap their faces with cloth to protect against the scorching sun and the wind and sand.
The battle flags flapped loudly in the wind, a black and gold-edged flag with the character “Sheng” and a black and gold dragon-patterned flag with the character “Wei” leading the way like dragon heads.
Except for Oliver Sheng, whose body was surrounded by a layer of protective True Qi, unafraid of the wind and sand.
Even Wesley Hu and Harrison Zhou had to wear veils, as their Prenatal Realm couldn’t sustain True Qi protection for long periods.
Half a day later, in the desert, Oliver Sheng’s forces encountered a fifty-thousand-strong Barbarian army.
The two armies met without any words.
When enemies meet, they charge.
“Kill!!”
The two armies clashed directly.
“Kill these Wei people.”
“Take down these Barbarian tribesmen.”
The two sides instantly engaged in a fierce battle, with blood staining the yellow sand.
The terrifying heavy cavalry charged forward, easily tearing through the Barbarian army.
The Barbarian cavalry formation was like paper, unable to withstand the heavy cavalry’s charge.
Uganqi watched as his elite troops were no match for this Wei army, realizing that the rumors were true: a powerful Wei army had come from the south.
This Wei army’s formidable might was beyond what his Ugan tribe could compare to.
“Damn it, how did this Wei army get into the desert?” Uganqi cursed his bad luck, having encountered Oliver Sheng’s army in the Sudden Desert.
As he made a move, Oliver Sheng threw a spear, instantly pinning Uganqi to the ground.
“A Great Grandmaster?!”
Uganqi’s eyes locked onto Oliver Sheng, full of unwillingness as he died, blood flowing from the spear that pierced his chest, staining the desert.
Bad luck, he hadn’t checked the almanac today; it wasn’t a good day to travel.
He had run straight into Oliver Sheng’s army.
Oliver Sheng killed a Great Grandmaster with the ease of crushing an ant.
“Kill!!”
The army fought fiercely, their bloodlust soaring. Oliver Sheng’s troops, inspired by his presence, fought like gods of war.
Barbarian soldiers were slaughtered one after another. As more soldiers fell, the desert was littered with corpses.
The crimson blood stained the desert.
The howling wind carried the sounds of wailing and the scent of blood.
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