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Fifty thousand Barbarian cavalry, and in the end, only a few hundred managed to escape.
The rest became the souls under the blades of Oliver Sheng’s subordinates. The glaring sun shone on the corpses, and the blood dyed the yellow sand a deep red.
Broken spears and shattered halberds were scattered across the desert, and flags were half-buried in the sand.
The five thousand elite troops of the Barbarian Wugan Tribe were annihilated in the Sudden Desert, turning into lifeless bones in the yellow sands.
“Pathetic. They were no match at all,” Wesley Hu said with a faint smile as he looked at the corpses of the Barbarian soldiers scattered on the ground.
The corpses on the ground were their trophies.
“You’re getting cocky. If it weren’t for the General, we might not have been able to defeat this Barbarian army,” Harrison Zhou said.
In a world with powerful martial artists, an army without strong leaders was vastly different in combat effectiveness compared to one that had them.
The Innate experts and the Grandmaster at Great Perfection in the Barbarian army were all killed by Oliver Sheng, allowing them to achieve victory so easily.
“Victory!”
“Victory!”
After the great victory, the soldiers raised their weapons and cheered, their morale soaring.
Battle is the best transformation. Strong armies are forged through numerous battles.
Once the soldiers’ cheers subsided, Oliver Sheng ordered the collection of the warhorses. There were over thirty thousand intact horses.
The injured and dead horses would be used as food and not wasted.
All of Oliver Sheng’s soldiers practiced the Flood Dragon Devouring Technique, which gave them enormous appetites. The horse meat would be their sustenance.
The army continued marching, heading towards the grasslands at the northern end of the desert.
By evening, the army had finally exited the desert.
The west wind blew, and the flags fluttered in the wind.
The herdsmen of the Suwu Tribe saw the army emerging from the desert but did not immediately recognize them as the Great Wei army.
As they got closer, the herdsmen were stunned in fear.
“The, the Great Wei army, the Great Wei army has come.”
“Whoosh!!”
Several arrows flew over, and the herdsmen were killed before they could shout.
“Wesley Hu, lead your troops and wipe out this tribe,” Oliver Sheng said, looking at the tents in the distance.
Sparks of fire had just been lit.
“Yes, General.” Wesley Hu immediately led his cavalry in a charge.
“Follow my command, charge!!”
“Kill!!”
The horn of the charge sounded, and the cries of battle filled the sky.
The people of the Suwu Tribe looked up to see a massive cavalry force charging at them.
“Enemy attack!!”
A loud shout spread throughout the tribe.
The warriors of the Suwu Tribe rushed to their warhorses.
But arrows rained down, and screams filled the air as the warriors were shot down one after another.
“Kill!!”
The army charged into the Suwu Tribe, slaughtering anyone who did not surrender.
The Suwu Tribe was filled with cries of battle, and soon, the eight-thousand-strong tribe was annihilated.
This time, Oliver Sheng did not call for a halt or take any prisoners.
They had already penetrated deep into the grasslands, and with insufficient troops, it was not suitable to march with prisoners.
The Suwu Tribe became history, never imagining that one day, the Great Wei army would invade the depths of the grasslands.
The cattle, sheep, and grain of the Suwu Tribe became the provisions for Oliver Sheng’s army. After collecting the warhorses and dealing with the corpses, Oliver Sheng’s troops camped there for the night.
“Haha, the sheep of this Barbarian tribe are indeed delicious,” Wesley Hu and the others each held a roasted sheep, eating heartily.
Having reached the Prenatal Realm and practicing the Flood Dragon Devouring Technique at the Grandmaster level, they could easily eat ten sheep in one sitting.
“Indeed, these Barbarian Foreign Tribe people, as nomads, raise the best cattle and sheep,” Zane Wang said, eating large chunks of meat.
Although they couldn’t drink heavily, following Oliver Sheng allowed them to eat meat every day, a life far better than wandering the martial world.
Oliver Sheng only ate one roasted sheep before stopping. Eating this meat provided little essence for him.
With his cultivation at the peak of the Great Grandmaster level, only heavenly treasures and spiritual energy could convert into essence for him.
After satisfying his hunger, Oliver Sheng stopped eating. Today, he gained over seventy thousand Kill Points, and combined with the eighty thousand he had collected from sweeping the grasslands in recent days, he had amassed a total of one hundred and sixty thousand Kill Points on this expedition.
Adding the previously saved two hundred and twenty thousand Kill Points, Oliver Sheng now had over three hundred and eighty thousand Kill Points.
Late at night, Oliver Sheng consumed eighty thousand Kill Points to elevate the Primeval Taoist Canon to great accomplishment, feeling as if he had comprehended hundreds of years of wisdom in one night.
He gained profound insights into the Primeval Taoist Canon.
That night, Oliver Sheng consumed another one hundred thousand Kill Points to elevate his Taoist cultivation to the peak of the Yin Spirit.
That night, both his martial and Taoist realms reached their peaks.
The next step would be Martial Saint and Yang Spirit.
A Martial Saint lives for five hundred years, and a Yang Spirit lives for a thousand years. At that time, Oliver Sheng would be a terrestrial immortal, watching the seas change into mulberry fields, the clouds rise and fall, and dynasties rise and fall.
The next morning, as the sun rose, after breakfast, Oliver Sheng’s troops set out to sweep the grasslands.
The Barbarian tribes on the grasslands had little resistance against Oliver Sheng’s troops.
Oliver Sheng dealt with the strong enemies, while the heavy cavalry charged ahead, crushing all opposition.
They inflicted heavy casualties on the small Barbarian tribes.
“Damn it, this Great Wei army is truly despicable, daring to chase us deep into the grasslands. Do they think we Barbarian tribes are made of clay?” Gu Zhong, the new leader of the Gudis Tribe, was furious upon receiving the reports from his tribesmen.
The Great Wei army dared to cross the Sudden Desert and invade the depths of the grasslands.
The death of the two Great Grandmaster ancestors had caused the Gudis Tribe to fall from the ranks of the royal tribes, and Gu Zhong was filled with hatred for the Great Wei.
“Go, notify the other royal tribes. The Great Wei army has invaded the grasslands. This is a slap in the face to all Barbarian tribes,” Gu Zhong said, intending to unite the entire Barbarian tribe to kill Oliver Sheng’s troops and avenge the two ancestors.
Oliver Sheng’s troops rampaged through the grasslands, slaughtering Barbarian tribes, causing the entire Barbarian tribe to unite.
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A covert envoy set out from Luo Capital, heading to the northwest.
In the carriage, Jade Han, dressed as a man, had delicate features and an indescribable charm.
“I wonder what General Sheng looks like,” Jade Han said with some anticipation.
She was very fond of the poem Oliver Sheng had written: “Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of looks, the spring breeze brushes the threshold, and the dew is thick.”
Unfortunately, the poem was written for a brothel girl, who was rumored to be a demon.
Such a masterpiece was wasted.
Zane Wang had personally come to the Capital City to report the battle news and was kept in the Capital City.
He had wanted to return to River West, but the imperial guards ordered him to stay in the Capital.
“Ah, if I had known, I would have let someone else come to deliver the news. Why did I have to show off?” Zane Wang had only wanted to see the splendor of the Great Wei’s capital.
But the capital turned out to be less appealing to him.
The capital was filled with the kind of class relations he disliked. Over the past few days, some had tried to win him over, while others had subtly belittled him.
In the capital, he realized that the nobles and ministers looked down on the common people, a feeling he found very unpleasant.
He would rather be riding across the grasslands, fighting battles.
“I wonder what the General and the others are doing now!” Zane Wang sighed, missing the days of following General Oliver Sheng.
Free and unrestrained, riding horses, and fighting battles was much more enjoyable!
Now, ordered to stay in the capital and watched over, it felt like being in prison.
Little did he know that his General, Oliver Sheng, was leading the army in a monumental endeavor.
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