Chapter 843 Northern Frontier Chief
Li Cunxiao rode on the Mo Lin Qianlihun and took the lead, followed by the Flying Tiger Cavalry team escorting the prisoners.

Yang Yin, the soul-destroying god of war who was once famous in the Daqian Dynasty, was now tied up and looked a little embarrassed.

There were still some soldiers from the Fengming Shesheng Camp who had lost their combat effectiveness, some were injured or tired, but at least they were one of the last trump cards of the Daqian Dynasty and one of the most powerful troops in the Daqian army. Under the escort of the Flying Tiger Cavalry, they still maintained their military dignity and followed the team at a staggering pace.

The group passed through the camp and finally came to an area specially used to hold prisoners.

Here, the camp of the Purple Ming team seemed exceptionally quiet. Outside the tent, several members of the Purple Ming team were standing on high alert, their eyes revealing an extraordinary calmness, which was a unique temperament that came with long-term intelligence work.

Li Cunxiao pulled the reins, dismounted, and handed Yang Yin to Qiao Shefei who came towards him.

"Don't worry, we won't make things difficult for you. We just have some questions we want to know."

He patted Yang Yin's shoulder gently, with a soothing tone in his voice.

Yang Yin looked up and met Qiao Shefei's kind eyes. A sense of trust inexplicably surged in his heart, but he just nodded slightly without saying anything.

"Brother Qiao, I'll leave this person to you. Be sure to find out the details of the reinforcements from the Daqian Dynasty."

After finishing his explanation, Li Cunxiao turned around and clasped his fists towards Qiao Shefei.

"Brother Cunxiao, rest assured. I know what to do."

Qiao Shefei smiled and nodded, then bowed as well.

Li Cunxiao nodded at him, then jumped on his horse and led the Flying Tiger Cavalry members towards the central tent of the camp.

Although this ambush was a great victory for the Yellow Turban Army, with one of the two reinforcement commanders captured alive and the strongest fighter also severely damaged, it was definitely a great victory.

But for Li Cunxiao, there was also an indescribable regret.

Facing Si Yan, who was as powerful as Yuan Hong, whom he had easily killed before, he was able to let him escape. Although this was because Si Yan had mastered an explosive secret technique, Li Cunxiao was caught off guard and allowed Si Yan to escape.

But for Li Cunxiao, who is absolutely proud of his military strength, this is his own reason!

Inside the commander's tent, the lights were on brightly. Meng Zhang was sitting at the desk, reading the battle report. His still youthful face exuded an aura of majesty without even being angry.

As the commander-in-chief Longxiang who now commands hundreds of thousands of Luzhou Yellow Turban Army, he shoulders the heavy responsibility of leading the Yellow Turban Army to capture Qiandu and rewrite the world. Every battle and every decision concerns the life and death of hundreds of thousands of soldiers.

"Commander-in-Chief, Cunxiao has returned to report."

Li Cunxiao stepped into the commander's tent, bowed slightly and saluted.

"Oh? Cunxiao, how was the trip?"

Meng Zhang raised his head, his eyes as sharp as torches fell on Li Cunxiao, and then he smiled.

"Captain, although Si Yan's strength is not that great, he actually has a trick up his sleeve and used an explosive secret technique. I was not careful and let him escape."

Li Cunxiao stood up and reported the battle situation one by one. When he talked about Si Yan's use of secret techniques to escape, his expression was slightly embarrassed and there was a bit of self-blame in his tone.

"Cunxiao, oh Cunxiao, when did you become so fussy? On the battlefield, things change rapidly. How can you win every battle?"

"Si Yan was able to escape with his life because of his ability and God's will. Why should you blame yourself?"

Hearing this, Meng Zhang burst out laughing, stood up, walked to Li Cunxiao and patted him on the shoulder.

"What the commander-in-chief said is true, but Cunxiao still feels a little unwilling."

Li Cunxiao scratched his head and smiled.

"Reluctant? That's because you set too high standards for yourself." Meng Zhang laughed and said happily as he looked at Li Cunxiao who was still a little upset.

I didn’t expect Li Cunxiao to be so “cute” or simple.

"The commander-in-chief's teachings are engraved in my heart."

Li Cunxiao exhaled slowly, suppressed his thoughts, and bowed to Meng Zhang.

Just run away. He is just a top-level war god. Next time I meet him, I can just catch him.

"By the way, did Cunxiao capture a war god from the Daqian Dynasty this time?"

Meng Zhang nodded, then changed the subject.

"It has been handed over to Brother Qiao Shefei for interrogation. I believe there will be a result soon."

Li Cunxiao nodded slightly and said casually.

He is just a junior war god. Even if his identity is not simple, it is no big deal for Li Cunxiao.

"Okay, Qiao Shefei is very intelligent. With him here, we will definitely be able to get some valuable information from Yang Yin."

"Cunxiao, you did a great job this time. Qianyuan City has not been taken yet, and Qianyuan City is now directly backed by the Daqian Dynasty. Reinforcements are coming in continuously. I hope we can get some useful things from Yang Yin this time."

Meng Zhang nodded with satisfaction.

"Don't worry, Commander-in-Chief. Cunxiao will do his best to help you capture Qianyuan City and directly attack Qiandu."

Li Cunxiao said seriously.

The two discussed the next battle deployment, and then Li Cunxiao took his leave and walked out of the general's tent.

At the same time, in Qianyuan County south of Luzhou, the Yellow Turban Army of Luzhou and the Daqian Dynasty were fighting a life-and-death battle.

In the vast land of the northern border north of Qianzhou, the wind was cold and the war flags were fluttering.

Daqian Grand Tutor Gu Changqing was standing on a makeshift command platform, gazing deeply into the distance, but his heart was like surging waves, difficult to calm down.

He had just received an urgent mobilization order from the secret envoy of Xuan Jing Si, as well as the shocking news - hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops in Luzhou, led by General Meng Zhang, were marching northward in a mighty force, heading straight for the heart of Daqian, Qianzhou!

Gu Changqing, a veteran who is now over 60 years old but still energetic, could no longer conceal the solemnity on his face after hearing the news.

When the Yellow Turban Army was sweeping across the Daqian Dynasty, he had carefully studied the tactics of Meng Zhang, the "Longxiang Commander" of Luzhou.

It is precisely for this reason that the more he learned, the more Gu Changqing realized the amazing talent possessed by the "Longxiang Commander" of the Yellow Turban Army.

That is an ability to coordinate the battlefield that is definitely not inferior to his own, or even stronger!
At least before he tried it, Gu Changqing himself didn't dare to guarantee that before the Yellow Turban Rebellion started, when the army was in disarray and the quality of the soldiers was uneven, Meng Zhang could actually command an army of millions with ease!

In any matter, as long as the number of people increases, all kinds of troubles will arise continuously.

Therefore, for an ordinary commander, being able to lead an army of tens of thousands of people can be considered a good commander!

For a commander, a force of 100,000 is a hurdle. Once he passes this hurdle, he can call himself one of the famous commanders of our time!

The remaining 300,000 are another hurdle, not to mention the millions of people that Meng Zhang had previously commanded alone!

(End of this chapter)