Deposed? I couldn't be happier! I wouldn't even be a dog to the crown prince.

As the first rays of dawn completely tore through the night, the wind in Longmen Valley stopped.

There were no more shouts of killing, no more screams of agony.

The only sounds were the fluttering of battle flags in the wind and the clanging of teeth as countless Turkic prisoners knelt on the ground, trembling.

"Who's next?"

Bai Qi's hoarse question just now became the final footnote to this battle.

Nobody dares to come anymore.

No one can come anymore.

Looking around, from the valley entrance to the hillside, from the east to the west, the mountains and fields were covered with the corpses of Turks, streams of blood, and even blood-red puddles in the low-lying areas.

The remaining 150,000 to 160,000 Turks, whether they were fierce wolf riders or cunning tribal leaders, were now like a flock of plucked quails, obediently kneeling on the ground, covering their heads with their hands, burying their faces in the soil, not even daring to glance at the Tang army.

so horrible.

This is a case of dimensional reduction attack.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The sound of steady footsteps rang out.

Four figures, resembling gods and demons, converged on the center of the battlefield from the four directions.

Bai Qi, clad in dark red armor and exuding a nauseating, bloody stench.

Yue Fei, with his towering figure, carrying the Li Quan spear, and a solemn expression.

Huo Qubing, his silver armor stained with blood, full of vigor, carrying the head of Jieli.

And then there was Chen Zhibao, dressed in an elegant white robe, his spear tip dripping with the blood of Tong Yehu's heart.

The four men walked up to Li Chengqian, their movements perfectly synchronized, kneeling on one knee, the sound of their armor plates clashing crisp and pleasant.

"This humble general is Bai Qi."

"This humble general is Yue Fei."

"This humble general is Huo Qubing."

"This humble general is Chen Zhibao."

The four men shouted in unison, "We have fulfilled our mission! The enemy has been defeated!"

Li Chengqian sat on horseback, holding a handkerchief to his nose, and looked around at the miserable scene with disgust.

"Alright, get up, everyone."

He waved his hand dismissively, his tone nonchalant, as if he had just commanded not a war of annihilation, but a leisurely outing.

"Report the results of your battle so I can go back and do my homework... oh no, I mean, write my memorials."

Qinglong, who was in charge of battlefield statistics, floated over like a ghost, holding a blood-stained booklet in his hand, his voice calm and without any inflection.

"Your Highness."

"In this battle, our army beheaded more than 124,000 people."

"A total of over 156,000 people were captured from a combined force of the Turks, Tiele, and Uyghurs."

"We captured 200,000 warhorses, countless cattle and sheep, and grain... although much of it was burned, what remains is enough to feed the army for three months."

"As for our casualties..."

Qinglong paused, glanced at the four powerful figures, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Three of the Great Snow Dragon Riders sustained minor injuries (from falling off their horses)."

"The Beiwei Army suffered five minor injuries (their shields smashed into their feet)."

"Iron Eagle Warriors, no casualties."

"The white-robed righteous followers suffered no casualties."

"Total... eight lightly wounded, zero killed."

When those numbers were announced, the air seemed to freeze.

Although they were mentally prepared, everyone's heart still skipped a beat when they heard the words "zero casualties".

Is this some kind of war?

This is practically like these four big shots leading a bunch of underlings out to farm experience points!

"Hmm, it's alright."

Li Chengqian didn't react much to this, and was even a little dissatisfied. "Those injured ones, go back and make them practice horsemanship more. They're embarrassing themselves."

"Yes, sir!" The four generals accepted the order.

Just then, a series of hurried and disordered footsteps came from the valley.

Li Shimin stumbled out, supported by a group of Xuanjia soldiers.

His golden armor was tattered, his face was streaked with black and red, his hair was a mess like a bird's nest, and he looked extremely disheveled.

But his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"You...you won?"

Li Shimin looked at the prisoners scattered across the mountains and plains, at the four fierce generals standing like gods and demons, and then at his son sitting on his horse with a "basic operation, don't be silly" expression on his face.

He felt like he was dreaming.

A dream that is both extremely absurd and incredibly real.

"Old Cheng, pinch me."

"Ouch! Your Majesty, please be gentle!" Cheng Yaojin grinned after pinching himself. "It hurts! It really hurts! Your Majesty, we're alive! We won!"

Li Shimin pushed Cheng Yaojin aside and walked unsteadily to Li Chengqian.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something that would greatly comfort his heart, but the words that came out were just a dry question:

"This...this is what you meant by...practice?"

"yes."

Li Chengqian shrugged, looking completely innocent. "It was just practice. Who knew they'd be so weak? They were all down before we even warmed up."

Li Shimin: "..."

Looking at the mountain of Turkic heads not far away, he felt a tightness in his chest.

Three hundred thousand troops!

The 300,000-strong army that drove me to the brink of destruction and almost caused the downfall of the Tang Dynasty!

In your words, it's "not strong enough to withstand a beating"?

Then what am I, your father?

Is this a useless snack?

Li Shimin took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to hang his son up and beat him, and turned his gaze to the four generals.

Bai Qi was sinister, Yue Fei was composed, Huo Qubing was arrogant, and Chen Zhibao was aloof.

Any one of these four individuals would possess the courage to fight ten thousand men and the talent to command an army.

But now, they all stood obediently behind the eight-year-old child, as respectful as a group of servants.

"A monster... truly a monster..."

Li Shimin muttered to himself, a deep sense of powerlessness welling up within him.

He suddenly felt that his role as emperor was indeed quite superfluous.

"Father, please stop staring blankly."

Seeing his father's blank expression, Li Chengqian couldn't help but urge him, "Hurry up, pack up and go back to Chang'an. The smell of blood here is too strong; I don't like it."

"Back to Chang'an?"

Li Shimin snapped out of his reverie, frowning. "What are we going to do with so many prisoners? And what about all these warhorses and cattle? Won't it take several days to take inventory?"

"and……"

Li Shimin looked around and a huge question suddenly arose in his mind.

"Chengqian, how did you do that?"

"Bai Qi is in Youzhou, and Yue Fei is in Chang'an. These two are thousands of miles apart. How could they possibly appear here at the same time overnight?"

"Furthermore, our supply lines have long been cut off. What will your tens of thousands of troops eat and drink? How will you feed the horses?"

This doesn't make sense!

An army marches on its stomach; this is an ironclad rule!

Even if gods were fighting, they couldn't possibly go without eating, right?

Li Chengqian smiled mysteriously and did not answer directly.

He raised his hand and pointed to the back of the line, to a group of strange creatures that were slowly moving in this direction.

"Father, have you forgotten that besides making money, I'm also good at inventing things?"

"As for how it came to be..."

Li Chengqian's lips curled up, revealing a set of small white teeth.

"Look over there."

Li Shimin looked in the direction he was pointing.

Bathed in the morning light, a transport convoy with an extremely bizarre appearance emerged from around the corner of the valley.

That's not a horse-drawn carriage.

It wasn't an oxcart either.

The cart was being pulled by a group of... black and white, furry, chubby, and adorable bears that waddled as they walked!

Every soldier had one of these things riding on his buttocks.

They carried heavy supply boxes on their backs, yet they walked incredibly fast. They could even pick a bamboo stalk from the roadside and stuff it into their mouths, crunching away as they went.

"What...what kind of monster is this?!"

Cheng Yaojin was so frightened that he dropped his axe. His eyes widened like saucers. "You look like a bear, but why are you wearing dark circles under your eyes? Did someone beat you up?"

Li Shimin was also completely bewildered. He rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was hallucinating from hunger.

"An iron-eating beast?"

He vaguely remembered seeing it mentioned in ancient books, but wasn't this thing a ferocious beast? It was said to be Chi You's mount?

Why do I look so... adorable now?

And she was even being ridden around delivering packages?!

"Father, you've never seen this before, have you?"

Li Chengqian jumped off his horse, walked over to a panda that was passing by, and reached out to pat its round head.

The panda didn't resist; instead, it rubbed against his hand and made "whimpering" sounds.

"This is called Panda, that's the nickname I gave it."

Li Chengqian patted the large box on the panda's back that read "Donggong Express" and smiled smugly.

"This is my newly developed... all-terrain, all-weather, bio-powered tactical transport vehicle."

"They eat bamboo, and they squeeze... oh no, they do the work of oxen and horses."

"With these, even towering mountains and steep ridges can be traversed as if on flat ground."

Li Shimin looked at the "ancient ferocious beast" that was acting cute and charming towards Li Chengqian, and then at the corner of compressed biscuits and canned meat peeking out of the box.

His worldview completely collapsed.

Riding a panda... into war?

What kind of mush is in this unfilial son's brain?!

"You...you..."

Li Shimin pointed at Li Chengqian, his finger trembling for a long time, and finally managed to utter only one sentence:

"So you came to save me in this thing?!"