Martial Arts Universe: With a single command, 100,000 iron cavalry will sweep across the martial wor

"I'm sure. Although Su Qingfeng has some tricks up his sleeve, he won't kill innocent people indiscriminately."

With Fan Qinghui's assurance, Song Que felt somewhat relieved, knowing she wouldn't lie to him about this. The two then flanked Li Shimin and the others, protecting them as they broke through towards the Xiaoguo Army.

The fighting on the battlefield intensified. Although more and more Jianghuai troops surrendered, they still had more than 100,000 soldiers, among whom the stubborn troops were still resisting the Xiaoguo Army's attack.

At this moment, the Netherworld Iron Cavalry had already routed Du Fuwei's personal guards and were charging towards the battlefield. Seeing the Jianghuai army falling one after another, Han Wenxuan, unable to bear it, advised Du Fuwei:

"General, either break out or surrender. Don't let our soldiers die in vain."

Du Fuwei's face turned ashen, and he roared, "Surrender? Do you think I, Du Fuwei, am the kind of person who would surrender?"

Han Wenxuan understood his indignation, but he was even more aware that these troops were the foundation for the Jianghuai Army's future. If they were annihilated here by Wu Xiangjun, surrounding forces would surely take advantage of the situation, and the Jianghuai territory would be difficult to defend.

"Grand Commander, Lord Wu Xiang might not kill us. If we preserve these troops, we'll have a chance to rise again in the future. We can't let them all perish here."

Du Fuwei gazed at the Jianghuai soldiers falling one after another on the battlefield, remained silent for a moment, and finally let out a long sigh:

"Fine... Han Wenxuan, issue the order to surrender. I hope Lord Wu Xiang will spare my life this time."

"Yes, Chief Steward."

dong dong dong-

Suddenly, the war drums sounded. The Xiaoguo Army and the Jianghuai Army, who were fighting fiercely, paused at the sound. The Jianghuai soldiers recognized that this was the order for the entire army to surrender. After looking at each other, they all put down their weapons.

They knew that resistance was futile at this point, and they would ultimately be annihilated by Wu Xiangjun's army. "The war has ended like this; I'm quite surprised that Du Fuwei would surrender."

Su Qingfeng was surprised to see that the entire Jianghuai army had surrendered. He hadn't expected Du Fuwei to choose to surrender—wasn't he afraid that he would kill him?

Looking at the tens of thousands of surrendered soldiers before him, Su Qingfeng felt helpless. These troops were of no use to him, and he couldn't kill them now; but killing the prisoners would ultimately damage his reputation.

Although Su Qingfeng didn't value empty fame, he genuinely didn't intend to execute these surrendered soldiers. If he killed them, Du Fuwei would likely be finished; without troops, what could Du Fuwei accomplish?

At this moment, Hua Yuenü returned with Song Que's family and stepped forward to bow, saying, "Your Majesty, Song Que's family has been brought here, and they did not resist."

Su Qingfeng stroked his chin, slightly surprised: "Oh? That feisty girl didn't attack you? That didn't expect me. Bring them over."

"Yes."

"Su Ming, order Tong Hu to intercept Li Shimin and his men; they're our money bag. Also, bring Du Fuwei along."

"Yes, ma'am."

After Su Ming left, Su Qingfeng looked around. The martial artists present had witnessed the battle and would likely be even more afraid of him from now on.

Su Qingfeng saw that Murong Qiudi was also looking at him, so he smiled and waved to the girl with impure intentions. He wondered if this little vixen would hold a grudge and seek revenge after he had touched her breasts twice.

Murong Qiudi saw that the battle was over and Su Qingfeng had won a great victory. Although the Xiaoguo Army had lost five or six thousand men, it had killed tens of thousands of enemy soldiers and captured tens of thousands more.

She also witnessed the formidable strength of the Xiaoguo Army—truly worthy of being the most elite force of the Sui Dynasty, and those black-armored heavy cavalry were even more terrifying.

Murong Qiudi had never seen such a powerful army in her life. The black-armored heavy cavalry was like a killing machine. Any army that encountered them in the future would probably flee at the mere sight of them.

She was pondering how Su Qingfeng would deal with Du Fuwei and tens of thousands of surrendered soldiers when she looked up and saw that Su Qingfeng, that lecherous fellow, waving at her.

Murong Qiudi was momentarily stunned, unable to understand the meaning of the gesture—was it a call for her to come over, or a request for her to leave? She thought about it again and again, but still couldn't understand the meaning of the gesture.

"Damn scoundrel... Thirteen, what exactly is that bastard Su Qingfeng trying to do?"

Yan Shisan looked at Murong Qiudi with a hint of helplessness. Su Qingfeng had just waved his hand; wasn't that just a greeting? How could Murong Qiudi not understand such a simple gesture? Yan Shisan didn't dare argue with her, so he could only vaguely reply, "Uh, I don't know, maybe he was just saying hello."

Murong Qiudi didn't believe the man was just giving a greeting. She angrily pointed around and raised her voice:

"Say hello? Are we that close to him? There are so many martial arts figures here, why doesn't he greet anyone? That guy is definitely playing a trick on us." Yan Shisan scratched his head and said helplessly:

"Lord Wu Xiang just waved his hand, there's no teasing involved... You're being too sensitive about Lord Su Wu Xiang right now, it was just a normal gesture, you're overthinking it." "Impossible! That person wouldn't greet us for no reason. Come on, let's go ask that guy Su Qingfeng."

After speaking, Murong Qiudi headed towards the battlefield. She didn't believe Su Qingfeng was simply greeting her; this person definitely had a scheme to deal with her. She wouldn't be able to sleep well tonight until she found out.

Su Qingfeng, mounted on his horse, frowned upon seeing the corpses scattered everywhere. Although the weather wasn't hot, these corpses, if not buried quickly, could potentially cause a plague. In ancient times, the consequences of a plague were unimaginable.

At this moment, the entire Song family was brought over. Su Qingfeng looked them over, somewhat puzzled: Didn't Song Que only have three children? Why were there an extra woman and two others who were clearly not from the Song family, besides the guards? Seeing Song Yuzhi's unconvinced expression, he smiled and said:

"Oh, isn't this Song Yuzhi? Why are you being so well-behaved this time? Why aren't you cursing me with 'slut' all the time?" "You…"

"If you dare to curse again, I'll strip you naked and throw you into the pile of Jianghuai Army prisoners of war."

Seeing that Song Yuzhi was about to retort, Su Qingfeng immediately interrupted her, coldly threatening, "If this little firecracker isn't kept in check, she might just keep going on and on with her rant." Song Yuzhi was so angry she wanted to speak again; she didn't believe this guy would actually dare to do that. "I..."

Song Yuhua, who was standing nearby, quickly pulled her younger sister back and gently advised her:

"Yuzhi, don't cause trouble. Don't say anything now, Father will come to save us soon."

Su Qingfeng glanced at the gentle and beautiful woman beside Song Yuzhi and guessed that she must be Song Yuzhi's older sister, Song Yuhua. This woman's life had long been arranged by her father as a bargaining chip.

Song Que married her off to Xie Wenlong, the son of Xie Hui of Duzun Fortress in Bashu. Later, Song Que seemed to have fallen out with Xie Hui in order to help Kou Zhong. Song Yuhua's fate was predictable. Su Qingfeng thought for a moment, then smiled and said to Song Yuhua:

"If my wife arrested you, how could she possibly let you go?"

"It was those two women next to you who were ordered to arrest me."

Hua Yuen-nu quickly explained to Su Qing-feng:

"Your Majesty, it was Palace Mistress Lianxing who ordered us to protect you. This woman was captured after her assassination attempt, and after Palace Mistress Lianxing learned the reason, she ordered us to release her."

Su Qingfeng smiled upon hearing this:

"So it was Lianxing. If it were really my wife who did it, you would probably be dead already."

He knew in his heart that if Fu Junzhuo fell into the hands of his wives, he would have no chance of survival. His wives were all ruthless—Jing Ni was originally from a humble background, and now she only cared about Su Yan and him; she would show no mercy to anyone who dared to touch him; the dead under Yan Fei's command were no less numerous than Jing Ni's; at present, only Changsun Wuhou was relatively peaceful, but it was hard to say whether he would be influenced by others in the future.

Su Qingfeng looked at Fu Junzhuo, thinking to himself that this Korean woman might be useful in the future, so he might as well bluff her a little first:

"Fu Junzhuo, I won't let you off easily this time. Your master, Fu Cailin, sent you to the Sui Dynasty for more than just assassinating the emperor, didn't he? Did he intend to create chaos in the Sui Dynasty so that Goryeo could remain peaceful and secure? Your mission is to secretly instigate conflict and make the Sui Dynasty as chaotic as possible, isn't it?"

Fu Junzhuo was shocked: Only her master and she knew about this matter. Even her junior sister did not know the details. How did Wu Xiangjun know?

"How...how did you know?"

Seeing her expression, Su Qingfeng smiled and continued making up a story:

"I know much more. For example, you and your two junior sisters are not from Goryeo, but Han Chinese. You were taken away from the Sui Dynasty by Fu Cailin and raised since you were young. He taught you martial arts only to send you to your deaths. As Han Chinese, how could he allow you to return after completing your training? He just wants to see Han Chinese kill each other. He doesn't care about your lives at all. Think carefully about what he told you before he came. Judge for yourself which part is true."

"Impossible! I am clearly a Goryeo person, how could I be a Han Chinese from the Sui Dynasty?"

Fu Junzhuo hurriedly denied it, but the vague instructions from his master couldn't help but surface in his mind.

Seeing that she still didn't believe him, Su Qingfeng continued speaking.

"Do you really think you can assassinate the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty and Yuwen Huaji with your innate cultivation level? There are countless innate masters in the martial arts world of the Sui Dynasty, and even more grandmasters. There is only one grandmaster on the surface, Ning Daoqi."

"Is Song Que a Grandmaster? Is Liao Kong of Jingnian Temple a Grandmaster? Is the Evil King Shi Zhixuan a Grandmaster? Even your master doesn't dare set foot in the Great Sui Dynasty, so what makes you think you can turn the Great Sui Dynasty upside down?"

"Your master only sent you here to test him. If you die in the Sui Dynasty, believe me, your junior sister will be next. Even if Fu Cailin had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare come himself. How naive!"

Fu Junzhuo was stunned, her mind in turmoil. She suddenly couldn't tell whether she was a citizen of the Sui Dynasty or a Goryeo person, and she began to doubt her master's words—if her master was a Grandmaster, why didn't he personally assassinate the emperor? Why didn't he disrupt the Sui Dynasty himself?

The more she thought about it, the more reasonable Wu Xiangjun seemed to be, but she couldn't help but wonder: Could Wu Xiangjun be lying to me?

On the side, Song Yuhua and Song Yuzhi watched as Su Qingfeng deceived the Korean woman. Although they didn't know if it was true or not, they could sense that he was lying, but they had no evidence.

Song Shidao was secretly pleased. He had been worried that his father, Song Que, would never accept him marrying a woman from another ethnic group, but after hearing what Wu Xiangjun said, he felt that there was a chance for a change in the situation, and he no longer cared about being scolded earlier.

Seeing that Fu Junzhuo was wavering, Su Qingfeng spoke again:

"If you don't believe me, you can fake your death for half a year and see if your master will send your junior sister to the Great Sui."

Song Shidao quickly echoed:

"Yes, Junzhuo, I will help you! As long as your junior sister comes to the Great Sui, I will definitely bring them to see you."

Su Qingfeng glanced at Song Shidao, somewhat helplessly. Fu Junzhuo was clearly more than ten years older than Song Shidao; no wonder Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling recognized her as their mother—did Song Shidao perhaps prefer older women?