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Chen Kuang rode forward:

"General, there are Dirong, Xianyi, and Baili people in the enemy army. I recognize their clothes."

Yan Kuan sneered:

"No wonder Yuwen Ji ignored the mourning period and wanted to attack Da Yue. It turns out that he got support from three foreign tribes. I guess he also promised to give them benefits."

Over the past few days, Zhou Nan has come to admire Yan Kuan more and more, especially after the battle three days ago. The heroic scene of Yan Kuan saving the people was deeply engraved in his heart, and he respected him as a god.

He immediately bowed down and said:

"The general is indeed resourceful and well-thought-out. The border is full of wind and sand, with abundant vegetation and abundant products, but few minerals and scarce water. Especially when natural disasters come, the nomadic people here will face great risks.

According to my subordinates’ speculation, Yuwen Ji must have promised that after the success, they would share the land, property, people, and even women of Da Yue together.”

Yan Kuan's eyes flashed coldly. In the past few days, he had seen many women being abused and civilians being cruelly abused and tied up in pig sties and stables like animals in the city.

If the Xiliang people were to capture Dai Viet, not only would the people suffer, but even worse things would probably happen.

Yan Kuan's eyes were as sharp as lightning, and he shouted: "Brothers, follow me to fight the enemy!"

In the hearts of the Dai Viet soldiers, Yan Kuan was like a god-like general. How could they not believe in a general who protected the people and cherished the lives of the soldiers? They immediately roared in unison:

"We will win the battle, we will win the battle, we will win the battle..."

The posture of Daiyue frightened Xiliang and the other three foreign races, and made their hearts waver.

Originally, the Vietnamese did not have much advantage in terms of numbers, but military morale was the key. Xiliang and the three tribes came together for their own interests.

Seeing that the army's morale was unstable, Yuwen Hongying became anxious, rode forward and shouted loudly:

"Yan Kuan, do you dare to compete with me alone? Don't hide behind. You are a seven-foot-tall man, how can you let others laugh at you?"

She did not participate in the last battle. She heard from the rear about how powerful Yan Kuan was and thought they were exaggerating. Her elder brother was a man who loved to show off, so she was not surprised at the defeat.

"Let me meet this martial arts champion today and see if everyone in Daiyue is as skinny as a stick and falls down at the slightest touch of wind."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of laughter came from the Xiliang army.

Yan Kuan rode calmly towards the army, looking majestic and handsome, and even Yuwen Hongying, who was sitting opposite him, was stunned.

Yan Kuan stood in front of the formation, a hint of disdain on his lips:

"I'm obviously a nine-foot-tall man, but in the mouth of a woman like you, how come I'm only seven feet tall? If your eyesight is not good, go back and get treatment. Otherwise, you'll stab the sword crooked and make a fool of yourself."

The Dai Viet soldiers thought that their general would be less tolerant of criticizing the beautiful princess, but they did not expect him to continue to criticize her. When they saw Princess Yuwen's face flushed with anger and her eyebrows raised, they all laughed heartily.

Yuwen Hongying had never been insulted like this before, so she immediately rushed forward with her sword in hand.

The sword was moving very fast, but Yan Kuan didn't take it seriously at all. When she came over, he leaned back behind his horse and dodged.

Just as he was about to draw his sword, Yuwen Hongying saw him and touched Yan Kuan's scabbard with the tip of her sword. Yan Kuan's eyes rolled and he immediately drew out his horsewhip, rolled Yuwen Hongying around the waist, pressed her down on the horse, and kicked the sword out of her hand.

He looked down at the woman lying on the horse's back and said loudly:

"What should we do? The enemy generals have been captured. Does this war have to be fought?"

Everyone laughed.

After saying this, he threw the woman to the ground at the back, and the soldiers saw her and quickly tied her up.

Yan Kuan's eyes were as dark as ink, flashing with a brilliant light like lightning, and he drew his sword:

"Warriors, follow me"

The earth-shaking sound of horse hooves frightened the enemy. The armies of Xiliang and the three tribes did not even dare to confront Yan Kuan head-on. They retreated rapidly and were finally forced to the gate of Xiliang city.

The battle lasted for two days and two nights. Yan Kuan led the Dai Viet soldiers to break through the Xiliang city gate. The people of Xiliang never expected that the war of invasion would turn into a war to defend the capital. In the end, Xiliang was completely defeated and the whole country surrendered.

Yan Kuan issued an order that soldiers were not allowed to harm civilians, that captured and surrendered people must be treated well, that robbery and harming women were not allowed, and that anyone who disobeyed the order would be executed.

Zhou Nan followed him throughout the whole process, kneeling on the ground and kowtowed excitedly:

"The general is a righteous man. Not only did he risk his life to win the battle, he also cared about the people and treated the people of Dai Viet equally with other people. This is a blessing for Dai Viet."

In just a few days, the people of Xiliang surrendered, which would have been impossible without strict and lenient policies.

Yan Kuan waved his hand:

"How can it be just my achievement? It was all the soldiers who risked their lives. Pass the order down. We will have an extra meal tonight and reward each person with three taels of silver. We will also reward those who have made contributions when we return to Beijing."

Zhou Nan, Chen Kuang, and Chen San looked at each other and were overjoyed: "Thank you, General!"

At night, Yan Kuan drank some wine and returned to the military tent in a daze. There was a man wearing a cloak and a veil standing inside.

Yan Kuan thought that it was the escaped Yuwen Ji who came to assassinate him, so he raised his mouth in disdain and attacked:

"I'm drunk, you're no match for me"

The person in front of him heard the noise and turned around. When he saw the face clearly, Yan Kuan was sobered up by the shock. He immediately gathered his internal energy, and with a surge of qi, he suddenly knelt down and spit out blood.

"How are you, are you okay?"

The person who spoke was actually the Prime Minister who was supposed to be far away in the capital. Xie Lian hurried over to support Yan Kuan who was lying on the ground, feeling extremely anxious.

"Ahem, why are you here?" The corner of Yan Kuan's mouth was still bleeding, but his eyes were full of joy.

Xie Lian’s face was full of sarcasm: “Why, if I don’t come, you can hug Princess Yuwen even more, right?”

For the past half day, he had been hearing the soldiers outside the tent talking about their general's bravery, and some even said that he showed mercy on the battlefield and did not kill Princess Yuwen, perhaps because he was attracted by her beauty.

Yan Kuan felt comfortable hearing this familiar tone, but the words just didn't sound right:

"Whoever held her, I just put her on the horse and threw her directly on the ground, okay?"

Seeing that Xie Lian's face hadn't improved at all, Yan Kuan immediately sat down on the ground, groaning and leaning into Xie Lian's arms:

"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts so much..."

Xie Lian didn’t understand internal strength, so when he saw him bleeding, he thought he was seriously injured, so he hurriedly hugged him:

"Where does it hurt? I'll call a military doctor for you."

There was no way Yan Kuan would let him go. He grabbed his waist tightly and insisted that his chest hurt, asking Xie Lian to rub it for him.

Xie Lian was anxious and rubbed him gently, and said with a concerned look:

"It's here. Is it okay to rub it like this? Is it better?"

Yan Kuan couldn't suppress the smile that overflowed from his lips.

After a while, Xie Lian finally realized something was wrong, withdrew his hand, looked at Yan Kuan with a somewhat cold look, and said nothing.

After a while, his eyes gradually turned red. Yan Kuan realized that something was wrong and explained in a panic:

"You, I'm fine, don't worry, I was just joking..."