Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

A thin mist rose outside the north gate of Xiangyang City.

The soldiers guarding the city were yawning against the parapet when suddenly a series of chaotic footsteps and hoofbeats came from below.

Li Erniu shouted at the top of his lungs from below, "Open the city gates! The two young masters of the Wu family have returned victorious!"

The garrison dared not delay and quickly turned the winch to lower the drawbridge.

Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen rode their horses at the front.

Although their blue silk robes were covered in mud, they were full of energy.

They puffed out their chests and held their chins almost to the sky.

Behind them followed a thousand infantrymen, protecting five wooden carts with dozens of heavy burlap sacks piled on them.

Dark red blood dripped from the bottom of the sack, staining the cart wheels red.

As soon as they entered the city, the early risers on both sides of the street all gathered around to watch the excitement.

"Is this killing Tartars?"

"Judging by all this blood, they must have killed quite a few, right?"

Listening to the people's discussions, Wu Xiuwen sat on his horse and proudly bowed to both sides.

"Fellow villagers! Last night, my brother and I led our troops out of the city and encountered a force of elite Mongols outside Black Wind Valley!"

"More than three hundred men, all of them were killed by our brothers, not a single one escaped!" Wu Xiuwen's voice was extremely loud.

The onlookers immediately erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

Wu Dunru turned his head and scolded in a low voice, "Tune in, or you'll let something slip."

Wu Xiuwen waved his hand dismissively: "What's there to be afraid of? The dead can't prove anything. This whole car full of heads is solid evidence."

The procession proceeded in a grand and imposing manner toward the Guo residence.

Just as I reached the corner of Guofu Street, a red horse galloped towards me.

A pretty young woman dressed in red sat on the horse's back, holding a soft whip in her hand; it was Guo Fu.

Guo Fu ran out early in the morning after hearing the commotion. Now, she reined in her horse, looked at the several carts of blood-soaked sacks, and then at Da Wu and Xiao Wu riding on their horses. Her eyes lit up.

"Brother Da Wu, Brother Xiao Wu! Did you really go to war?" Guo Fu asked in a clear voice.

Wu Dunru quickly dismounted, threw the reins to the guard beside him, and strode to Guo Fu's horse.

"Fu-mei, you're up so early. Last night, our master's wife sent us out of the city to scout out the enemy. We encountered three hundred elite Mongol soldiers outside Black Wind Valley."

"Those Tartars were fierce, and they were even protecting several carts of gunpowder. My brother and I didn't say a word, we led our men and rushed up and killed them all in one night," Wu Dunru said without batting an eye.

Wu Xiuwen also came over and pointed to the cart behind: "Fumei, look, all the Tartar heads are here, a full three hundred. The leader of the thousand-household commander was pierced through the heart by my sword."

Guo Fu nodded repeatedly, her face full of admiration.

"You guys are amazing! Father always says your martial arts foundation is weak, but I think he's misjudged you. You can kill three hundred Tartars, which is much better than those vassal generals in the city!" Guo Fu praised.

Upon hearing Guo Fu's praise, the two brothers felt as light as a feather, their smiles wide and uncontrollable.

"Come on, let's go into the manor! I'll take you to see Father and Mother and ask for your reward!" Guo Fu turned her horse around and led the way.

Inside the front hall of the Guo residence.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong have already gotten up.

Guo Jing, dressed in coarse cloth, was wiping his long sword with a cloth.

Huang Rong sat on a grand chair to the side, holding a bowl of hot soy milk in her hand, and slowly drank it.

A commotion arose outside.

"Father! Mother! Brother Da Wu and Brother Xiao Wu have done a great service!" Guo Fu's voice came in before she even entered the house.

Guo Jing put down his sword and stood up.

Huang Rong didn't even lift her eyelids, continuing to drink her soy milk. She had already received news from the Beggars' Sect spies that these two people were just there to pick up a free lunch.

Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen strode into the front hall, clasped their hands together, and knelt on one knee.

"Disciple greets Master and Mistress! I have fulfilled my mission and wiped out three hundred elite Mongol soldiers last night!" the two shouted in unison.

Li Erniu, accompanied by several soldiers, carried three bulging sacks into the hall and threw them on the ground.

With a whoosh, the sack burst open.

More than a dozen bloody heads rolled out and tumbled all over the ground.

Guo Jing took a step forward, looked down at the head on the ground, and his face darkened after just one glance.

These heads don't even look human anymore.

Some skulls were completely sunken in, with the eyeballs squeezed out.

Some had half of their faces rotted into a pile of fleshy pulp, making it impossible to even distinguish their facial features.

The cut was pitted and full of bone fragments, not cut by a sharp weapon. It looked as if someone had smashed the neck with a heavy object and then sawed it off bit by bit with a dull knife.

Guo Jing looked at the mangled head on the ground, then at his two disciples kneeling on the ground.

"You killed them?" Guo Jing asked in a deep voice, his voice somewhat muffled.

Wu Dunru, with his neck held high, replied, "Master! It was indeed us who killed them! Those Tartars put up a stubborn resistance, and it took us a great deal of effort to wipe them all out."

Guo Jing pointed to a head that looked like it had been crushed by a millstone: "How did this head get done?"

Wu Xiuwen chimed in, "Master, it was too dark last night. My brother and I charged into the enemy lines, using the footwork of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms that you taught us, combined with the Quanzhen Sword Technique. Our sword energy was overwhelming! I sliced ​​the Tartar's head off with one sword strike, and then... then the horses trampled him, and that's how he ended up like this!"

Wu Dunru quickly chimed in, "Yes! It was horses that trampled them! It was pitch black there, and when our thousand men charged in, we trampled many to death!"

Guo Jing remained silent.

He served as a general for half his life, and he could feel the wounds from horses' hooves and heavy weapons even with his eyes closed.

His two apprentices told him such a blatant lie right in front of him, making his old face extremely ashamed.

Just as Guo Jing was about to get angry, Huang Rong slammed the porcelain bowl she was holding onto the table with a crisp clang.

"Brother Jing," Huang Rong called out to him.

Guo Jing turned to look at Huang Rong.

Huang Rong stood up, walked to the pile of rotten heads, covered her nose with a handkerchief, and didn't even look at them carefully.

"Dunru, Xiuwen, you've worked hard. Taking a thousand men out and bringing back the heads of three hundred Tartars is a great achievement," Huang Rong said calmly.

Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen were overjoyed.

"Thank you for the praise, Master's wife! This is all thanks to Master and Master's excellent teaching!" The two quickly kowtowed.

Guo Jing panicked: "Rong'er! This is clearly..."

Huang Rong turned and glared at Guo Jing, stopping him from speaking.

"Brother Jing, the children fought all night and are covered in blood. Why are you still criticizing them? Swords have no eyes on the battlefield, and it's common for them to die tragically," Huang Rong said.

Guo Jing was seething with anger, but seeing Huang Rong protecting him, he couldn't lash out. He could only sigh heavily, flick his sleeve, and turn away to sulk.

Guo Fu ran over and grabbed Huang Rong's arm, shaking it.

"Mother, look how capable Brother Dawu and the others are! You used to say they were idle and didn't do their jobs properly, but now they are great heroes of Xiangyang City. You should reward them well!" Guo Fu chimed in, trying to take credit for them.

Looking at Guo Fu's innocent and naive appearance, Huang Rong shook her head inwardly, sighing that this silly girl had been sold out and was still helping the seller count the money.

"A reward? Of course, a reward is due." Huang Rong turned to look at the two brothers kneeling on the ground. "Li Erniu."

Li Erniu, who was standing at the door, quickly ran in: "What are your orders, Chief?"

"Send these heads to the quartermaster and record them according to the rules. Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen are the ones with the most merits. Go to the accounting office and collect five hundred taels of silver to distribute to the brothers who went out of the city last night," Huang Rong instructed.

Li Erniu was overjoyed and quickly called for people to carry the sack away.

Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen stood up, their faces flushed.

They were initially worried that Guo Jing would question them about the details, but Huang Rong so readily awarded them the credit.

"Master's wife, the gunpowder that the Tartars were escorting accidentally exploded during the fight, and the carts were all burned. We couldn't bring the carts back," Wu Dunru added, feigning regret.

Huang Rong waved her hand: "It's alright. Destroying the enemy's gunpowder is a great achievement. You two have been working hard all night, go back and wash up and rest. We'll have a banquet to celebrate your victory tonight."

"Disciple takes his leave!" The two walked out of the front hall with great pride, and Guo Fu happily followed them out.

Only Guo Jing and Huang Rong remained in the front hall.

Guo Jing strode up to Huang Rong, slapping his thigh in anger.

"Rong'er! What are you doing! Those heads on the ground were clearly smashed by a heavy object! These two beasts went into the pile of corpses to cut off heads and claim military merits, why didn't you let me kill them!" Guo Jing shouted.