What can you do if you refuse to accept fate?!
Right now, both the Dark Moon Palace and the Wei army have the power to annihilate our Barbarian tribes.
“Let’s go. Inform all the tribes to gather cattle, sheep, and warhorses. We’ll share the burden and get through this crisis,” said the leader of the Qi Mountain Tribe, his tone full of helplessness.
“Everyone, don’t be disheartened. Our Barbarian tribes have only suffered a severe blow. In a hundred years, we will rise to prosperity once again.”
“Yes, it’s better than being exterminated and fleeing westward from the grasslands,” said the leader of the Shele Tribe, despondently.
Once upon a time, the Barbarian tribes were flourishing. As long as a Martial Saint was born, they could unify the Barbarian grasslands and contend with the Huns.
At that time, the Barbarian tribes would fear neither the Huns nor the Great Wei.
But!
Oliver Sheng emerged out of nowhere and crushed the Barbarian tribes’ centuries of accumulation and development.
Now, they have become vassals of the Dark Moon Palace.
Before reaching their peak, they were already on the decline.
One of the three great powers of the grasslands, the Barbarian tribes, have since faced defeat.
The nine leaders accepted this reality and went to inform the various tribes to gather the cattle and sheep.
So many cattle, sheep, and warhorses—although it would be a severe blow to the Barbarian tribes, they would still survive.
Oliver Sheng was truly ruthless. Cattle, sheep, and warhorses were the lifeblood of the nomadic tribes of the grasslands.
Two million sheep, two million cattle, and five hundred thousand warhorses—how long would it take for the Barbarian tribes to recover?
Not to mention the countless cattle, sheep, and warhorses that Oliver Sheng’s forces had already plundered from them.
This battle had broken the backbone of the Barbarian tribes!
While the Barbarian tribes gathered the cattle and sheep, Oliver Sheng’s forces remained vigilant.
They were mainly afraid that the Barbarian tribes would act out of desperation.
At all times, one must remain cautious. One could be proud and show off their prowess, but must always keep a vigilant heart.
If the Dark Moon Palace were to go back on their word and launch an attack, he would not fear, but his subordinates would face annihilation.
Among the Barbarian tribes’ army, there were Grandmasters and even the presence of three Great Grandmasters.
“General, what are you looking at?” Wesley Hu asked.
Oliver Sheng was staring in the direction of the Barbarian army.
“Do you think, one day, the northern grasslands will all be our pasture? How glorious would that be,” Oliver Sheng said calmly.
Wesley Hu felt a rush of excitement. This goal was too grand and daring.
To turn the entire grassland into pasture, one would have to subdue the three great powers of the grasslands: the Barbarians, the Huns, and the Xianbei.
For thousands of years, no one had ever subdued the entire grassland.
It wasn’t due to a lack of military power. The grasslands were home to nomadic tribes, while the Central Plains were agricultural. To subdue the grasslands, one would have to relocate the people of the Central Plains to the grasslands.
But the people of the Central Plains were not skilled in herding, and the grasslands were not suitable for farming. This disparity had led to thousands of years of the Central Plains dynasties defeating the nomadic tribes but never conquering the grasslands.
Seeing Wesley Hu remain silent, Oliver Sheng knew that this was a question no one had ever considered.
Wesley Hu was shocked by Oliver Sheng’s grand ambition.
Could they really subdue the entire grassland and turn it into pasture?
Oliver Sheng and his men waited for the Barbarian tribes to gather the reparations.
The Barbarian tribes were filled with sorrow, but in the end, they managed to gather two million sheep, two million cattle, and five hundred thousand warhorses.
This nearly drained the last of the Barbarian tribes’ resources.
Seven days later!
The handover of the war reparations was overseen by Lan Wu, a Great Grandmaster of the Dark Moon Palace.
“Sir, the cattle, sheep, and warhorses you requested have all been gathered,” Lan Wu said, looking at Oliver Sheng up close.
Her first impression was that he was too young. Was there really such a young Martial Saint in this world?
Although reaching the Martial Saint Realm allowed one to control their vitality and appear youthful, Oliver Sheng showed no signs of age at all.
Behind Oliver Sheng, Wesley Hu, Harrison Zhou, Xiao Chuyi, and others stared in disbelief at the countless cattle, sheep, and warhorses.
Was this the war reparations Oliver Sheng had demanded? So many cattle, sheep, and warhorses?!
The numbers were definitely in the millions!!
“General, did you really demand so many cattle, sheep, and warhorses from the Barbarians?” Wesley Hu’s voice trembled.
The vast herds of cattle, sheep, and warhorses stretched as far as the eye could see, a black mass with no end in sight.
“Is there a problem?!” Oliver Sheng raised an eyebrow. His subordinates were truly lacking in ambition.
If he wasn’t afraid the Barbarian tribes couldn’t provide more, he would have demanded even more.
“Go receive the spoils of war. With the spoils, it’s time for us to return.”
Without looking back, Oliver Sheng’s gaze fell on Lan Wu. What a charming beauty, truly exquisite.
Facing Oliver Sheng’s gaze, Lan Wu dared not meet his eyes and looked away.
This was a Martial Saint-level powerhouse.
“Yes, General!”
Wesley Hu, Harrison Zhou, and the others happily led the soldiers to receive the cattle, sheep, and warhorses.
Such a large number of cattle and sheep was a considerable fortune. Combined with the cattle, sheep, and warhorses they had already plundered, the spoils of this campaign were incredibly rich.
The soldiers received and herded the cattle, sheep, and warhorses back.
Oliver Sheng smiled at Lan Wu and said, “We have received the spoils and will leave immediately. Remember our agreement with the Dark Moon Palace. Keep the Barbarian tribes in check. If they dare to move south, it won’t be so easy next time.”
“Yes, sir, absolutely!!” Lan Wu quickly replied.
Even a Great Grandmaster had to lower their stance in front of Oliver Sheng, not daring to show any disrespect.
“Have the slave army drive the cattle and sheep. You take care of the warhorses. Let’s head back,” Oliver Sheng instructed his subordinates.
“Yes, General!”
With five to six million cattle, sheep, and warhorses, and prisoners, the army began their grand return.
Including the batch of cattle and sheep sent back earlier and the ones seized from the Xianyou Tribe, Oliver Sheng’s forces now possessed nearly ten million cattle and sheep.
This harvest was immense, unprecedented, and unparalleled!
Watching the Wei army leave, the nine leaders of the Barbarian tribes stood in a daze, feeling a mix of frustration and relief.
It was a complex blend of emotions!
They let out a sigh of relief as the Wei army finally left.
The sword hanging over the Barbarian tribes’ heads disappeared with the Wei army’s departure.
They had preserved their people and tribes, avoiding extermination.
To have fought to Shelechuan, nearly wiping out the Barbarians, and then returned with such spoils, only Oliver Sheng had accomplished this in a thousand years.
This was an unparalleled honor!
Oliver Sheng’s name was destined to be remembered through the ages, praised by future generations.
……
“General Wu, when will General Sheng and the others return?” Jade Han asked, looking at Felix Wu.
After the initial excitement of arriving at the grasslands, Jade Han began to feel bored.
Here, she could only ride horses across the grasslands and admire the exotic scenery.
But there was no one to chat with her.
In the palace, she could chat with the palace maids and serve the Empress.
The grasslands were desolate, filled with nothing but grass, cattle, sheep, and warhorses, far less bustling than Luo Capital.
“Envoy Han, I don’t know either. General Sheng is fighting the Barbarians. How would I know when they’ll return in triumph?” Felix Wu replied.
He truly didn’t know!
Now, he was supervising the prisoners, speeding up the construction of the city.
He didn’t want this task either. He wanted to follow Oliver Sheng into battle, to ride across the grasslands.
“Hurry up, hurry up, dawdling will get you killed,” Felix Wu’s subordinates supervised the Barbarian prisoners. Anyone who worked slowly was whipped.
Defeated, turned into slave prisoners, they had lost their human rights.
The prisoners’ eyes were lifeless, devoid of vitality.
Jade Han watched as the city of River West County was gradually built. This land, lost for a hundred years, was finally reclaimed.
All of this would become the Empress’s achievements during her reign.
As the Empress’s personal maid, she was also happy for the Empress.
“This General Sheng is truly bold and skilled, daring to attack the entire Barbarian tribe with just a few thousand troops,” Jade Han grew increasingly curious about Oliver Sheng.
What kind of person was he?!
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