The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension-Chapter 981 - 957: Exchange

The villagers were all excited.

Countless villagers came out from behind the high walls, seeing the wounded soldiers and took up hoes and sickles, ready to kill.

Countless people mourned for their deceased relatives, seeking vengeance.

Jiang Xiaoxiao ordered them to disperse.

Not killing prisoners is an international rule.

She was not one to trample on lives.

Could not betray her original intention.

Bring up that Turkic king, Jiang Xiaoxiao thought maybe they could pave a different path.

Their troops were all infantry; only the Turkic had cavalry. The Turks were adept at riding and skilled in archery. Except for the government raising some horses, no one else had the best cavalry.

Now there was a ready-made Turkic king in their hands.

Wasn't this a ready-made deal!

Exchange for horses!

Jiang Xiaoxiao wanted to establish a comprehensive army.

Various types of troops were needed.

Cavalry was naturally indispensable.

Hamid was brought up; he was considered the most capable general under the Khan, or else he wouldn't dare to come "mow the grass" with just five hundred cavalry.

The southerners, originally no different from cattle and sheep, were surprisingly formidable.

"What's your name?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at the man, his face covered with a full beard, wearing a bright red robe, and a black fur coat over it. His leg injured, leaning on a stick, covered in blood and dirt, apparently thrown from his horse.

It wasn't a severe wound.

Truly had a great fortune.

"I am Hamid, the king under the Khan. You, a little southerner, dare to capture me? My Khan will not let you go, clean your necks and wait for death!"

Arrogant words, an insolent attitude, more like a high king than a prisoner.

"Fine, then you're useless. Take him away and behead him!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't say more, just waved her hand.

Li Tieniu, hearing this, grabbed Hamid by the neck and started dragging him away, not showing the slightest courtesy.

Every year, countless villagers died at the hands of these Turks, who not only killed, set fires, and stole things.

Most importantly, they would capture their folks to be so-called "two-legged sheep," to work for them, as slaves, and even take their women.

Whose family hadn't lost someone to these Turks? This was a deep-seated hatred passed from generation to generation.

The captured Turks, according to their original intent, would have long been buried alive.

But Mr. Jiang said they might be useful, so they kept them, but now that Mr. Jiang said to kill them, there was no hesitation.

Hamid initially thought they were just putting on a show, trying to scare him, but suddenly realized that young master didn't even glance at him.

The one gripping his neck clearly had the strength to kill him.

Dragging him out, he saw the executioner had already beheaded five or six, the bloody, glistening large knife reflecting the executioner's fierce expression.

Hamid was shocked. He really didn't want to die. How could someone like him be willing to die?

Among the Turks, he was a son of royalty, in charge of military power.

If he died at the hands of these southerners, how humiliating would that be?

He was unmarried and childless, hadn't continued the family line; if he died, his line would be completely extinguished.

He was still young. Why should he die at the hands of these cowardly southerners?

He originally thought a little threat would make these southerners release them.

In his impression, these southerners were cowardly and timid, who'd shiver at a mere gust of wind, never expecting to run into an impenetrable wall this time.

They really seemed intent on killing them.

"Wait, wait. I am the Northern Court King under the Turkic Khan. If you kill me, it will indeed provoke a war between the two countries. But if you release me, I promise to give you gold, silver, jewels, anything you want.

Killing me will be a loss for no gain."

Li Tieniu rolled his bull-like eyes, snarling fiercely,

"I don't care if you're some Southern Court King or Northern Court King. I only know you're a Turkic dog. How many of my people have you killed? My grandfather was killed by you Turks. My aunt was captured by you Turks, whereabouts unknown to this day, her life or death unclear.

You Turks have done countless evil deeds, raiding us every year, not treating us as humans, now I want you to experience what it's like not to be treated as a human."

"Wait, killing me will only avenge those people, but it cannot solve the fundamental problem. If you don't kill me, not only can I give you gold, silver, jewels, but I can also return those slaves to you.

I have more than 20,000 slaves under me, and I can return them all to you. Think about it, isn't that more worthwhile than killing me?"

Hamid pleaded desperately; at this moment, he didn't want to die, as long as he could survive.

In the future, he would repay these southerners tenfold, a hundredfold.

Those slaves, if gone, he could capture again, but with his head gone, then everything would be gone.

"Li Tieniu, since he speaks so sweetly, just reuse the trash and hand him over to Mr. Li Yu. Mr. Li will handle the rest."

Jiang Xiaoxiao's voice came through the tent. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Li Tieniu paused, "Consider yourself lucky today since Mr. Jiang is in a good mood. Otherwise, I'd definitely chop off your head."

Hamid cautiously inquired, "Who is that Mr. Jiang, who are you people, could it be that you are the great army from Yanmen Pass?"

Li Tieniu didn't want to waste words, "The great army, huh, keep dreaming. I tell you, we're not those officials from Yanmen Pass. Can those officials compare to us? We are the Jiang Family Army, know that? Mr. Jiang is our leader.

Even if you bring more people, we won't fear you. Our ghostly means are something you can't resist; didn't you see how we wiped out your 500 men today without a hitch? Without losing a single soldier."

Even if you bring 5,000, 50,000 more, we still wouldn't fear."

Thinking of today's brilliant tactics made Li Tieniu feel truly satisfied.

The firearms Mr. Jiang displayed tossed into the Turks' midst, exploding and causing heavy casualties.

Even the horses panicked, trampling and stepping, with countless Turks thrown and trampled to death.

This was the most satisfying battle they fought, without even much effort on their part, and nearly all Turks were dead, boosting their absolute confidence further.

No matter how many more Turks came, they wouldn't fear.

Hamid was moved; the tactics they used were those southern officials wouldn't know.

What to do?

If those southerners really knew these tactics, they'd be beyond any rescue.

Before he could think further, he was sent to a camp.

The young man opposite cornered him relentlessly.

Making people cut his finger and used his blood to write a bloody letter.

This letter was to be sent back to the Turkic Khan.

As a bargaining chip, the Turkic Khan must send back 10,000 war horses, 50,000 slaves, and countless gold, silver, jewels. If the conditions were not met, then he should await death.