At 100 years old, he joined the army in place of his granddaughter, and became a national war god.

Half an hour later, the sounds of fighting in Yuzhou City gradually subsided.

The last remaining Northern Di garrison was besieged in their barracks north of the city and annihilated under the fierce attack of the Daqian soldiers.

Yuzhou City, a city that had been occupied by the Northern Di people for three years, has finally returned to the hands of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Qin Hao, mounted on his horse, was covered in blood. The bandage on his left arm was soaked with blood, but his face was full of barely suppressed excitement.

He pulled on the reins, dismounted, strode up to Su Mu, and clasped his hands in greeting:

"Old Su! The Northern Di garrison in the city has been completely wiped out! But... that old scoundrel Tuoba Han still managed to escape."

Zhou Huchen followed, his face full of resentment. He gritted his teeth and said, "What a pity! I couldn't catch up and chop off his head. He got off too easily!"

As Su Mu rode his Ferghana horse, his eyes swept over the city that had just been ravaged by war, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"How can you say that guy was the dignified Right Wise King of the Northern Barbarians, could he be killed so easily?"

"The recapture of Yuzhou City is already a great victory. As for the rest, let's not push for anything more."

Qin Hao nodded heavily.

"Old Su is right. I have learned a lot."

Qin Hao clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute, then asked, "Elder Su, what should we do next?"

Su Mu raised his head, gazing at the towering city walls of Yuzhou and the newly raised banners of the Great Qian Dynasty atop the city towers, his eyes filled with a profound sense of longing.

"Next, we need to reorganize the army properly."

"If Yuzhou City is lost, the Northern Di people will certainly not let it go."

"They will definitely organize troops to take it back, so we must use this city to recuperate, strengthen the city's defenses, train our troops, and prepare for the next battle."

"Old Su is wise." Qin Hao nodded. "This subordinate will make the arrangements immediately."

He paused, then said, "Old Su, let's go to the state government office first. Those officials of the Great Qian Dynasty who were imprisoned by the Northern Di people for three years should all be released now. They must have been looking forward to this day for a long time."

Su Mu nodded, mounted his Ferghana horse, and slowly walked towards the city.

Qin Hao, Zhou Huchen, Zhao Tieniu, Gu Changfeng, and others followed closely behind, followed by thousands of Daqian soldiers, who marched into the city in formation, their banners waving...

The main street of Yuzhou City was already crowded with people.

Men, women, and children flocked in from all directions, crowding both sides of the street. Some stood on tiptoe, some climbed onto rooftops, and some carried their children on their shoulders.

Tears streamed down everyone's faces, tears that held the pent-up grievances, fear, and despair of the past three years, as well as the joy and hope that had suddenly appeared.

"The army of the Great Qian Dynasty is back! We are no longer slaves of a conquered nation!"

"The Northern Barbarians have been driven away! For three years! A full three years!"

"Waaah... Father, can you see? The soldiers of Daqian have returned! Your spirit can rest in peace now..."

An elderly woman with white hair knelt by the roadside, her hands clasped together, tears streaming down her face, repeatedly murmuring, "May the Bodhisattva protect me... May the Bodhisattva protect me..."

Su Mu rode his white horse at the head of the procession.

"That guy riding the white horse... is he an old man?"

A seven or eight-year-old boy rode on his father's shoulders, pointed at Su Mu, and asked in a childish voice.

Shh, don't point randomly!

"That's no ordinary old man...that's a general from our Great Qian Dynasty!"

"General?" The boy tilted his head. "This old grandfather can kill the Northern Barbarians?"

For a moment, the father was speechless, unsure how to respond.

Yes, at such an old age, he can still kill the Northern Barbarians?

As Su Mu passed by the father and son, he slightly turned his head, glanced at the boy, and smiled gently.

"Old General!"

Someone in the crowd was the first to shout out.

Then, the whole street exploded.

"The old general is truly mighty!"

"Long live the Great Qianlong Emperor!"

The sounds rose in waves, one louder than the next, deafening and resounding.

Some knelt down, some bowed, some scattered flower petals, and some stuffed their own rations into the hands of the soldiers.

As Su Mu rode on his horse, looking at the excited people, a thin layer of mist welled up in his eyes.

He felt a mix of emotions he couldn't quite describe.

"Get up, all of you," Su Mu said, his voice hoarse. "If you want to thank someone, thank the soldiers of our Great Qian. They were the ones who risked their lives to drive the Northern Di people away."

But no one got up.

Instead, they knelt even deeper.

"General, you are our savior!"

"Yes! Without you, we would never have lived to see this day!"

Su Mu shook his head, stopped trying to persuade him, and simply rode his horse slowly through the crowd, heading towards the prefectural government office.

The cheers behind us lasted for a long time.

……

The prefectural government office.

Dozens of civil and military officials dressed in various colored robes stood at the entrance of the yamen, lined up in two neat rows. They were all thin and had sallow complexions, clearly having suffered a lot in their captivity by the Northern Di people.

But at this moment, their eyes were shining.

The leader was a man in his fifties, surnamed Wu, named Wenyuan, who was originally the prefect of Yuzhou.

He was imprisoned by the Northern Di people when the city fell three years ago, and was locked up in a dark and sunless cell for three whole years before being rescued today.

He saw Su Mu, Qin Hao and others riding towards him, and hurriedly went forward to greet them, clasping his hands together and bowing deeply.

"General Qin! You have finally recaptured Yuzhou City! This humble official... this humble official has waited for this day for far too long!"

His voice choked, his eyes were red, and he was about to burst into tears.

"On behalf of the hundreds of thousands of people of Yuzhou City, I thank General Qin! I thank the soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty!"

Qin Hao quickly dismounted, helped Wu Wenyuan up, and said with a smile, "Lord Wu, if you want to thank someone, thank our Elder Su. Without him, we wouldn't even have been able to defend Qinghe County, let alone take Yuzhou City."

"Old Su?" Wu Wenyuan was taken aback and followed Qin Hao's gaze, which landed on the white-haired old man on the white horse.

He looked him up and down, his mind filled with doubt.

What can a centenarian with white hair and a hunched back do on the battlefield?

Could it be that General Qin said this on purpose to save face for the old man?

The officials standing behind Wu Wenyuan exchanged glances, their eyes filled with the same suspicion.

Qin Hao naturally saw through their thoughts, smiled, and continued:

"Lord Wu, you will naturally come to know about Elder Su's divine power in the future."

"Now, take us into the government office."

"We need to discuss how to defend Yuzhou City."

"Furthermore, the great victory in recapturing Yuzhou must be reported to the court and His Majesty as soon as possible. This is a cause for great celebration!"

Wu Wenyuan then came to his senses, nodded repeatedly, and gestured for him to enter.

"Yes, yes, yes! General Qin, Elder Su, and all generals, please come in! I have already ordered the main hall to be cleaned and tea to be prepared. Please!"

Wu Wenyuan bowed respectfully and followed behind Su Mu and the others into the prefectural government office.

The aroma of tea wafted through the main hall.

Su Mu sat down in the main seat and leaned the Dragon Slayer Saber against the side of the chair.

He rubbed his lower back, let out a long breath, glanced at the officials in the hall, and spoke.

"Lord Wu, please tell me and General Qin about the situation in Yuzhou City first."

"How many people are there? How much grain and fodder do we have left? How badly is the city's defense damaged? Tell us everything."

Wu Wenyuan quickly stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Yes, Your Excellency will have someone go and take the count immediately..."

"I will first report on the situation of the people in Yuzhou City."

Su Mu sat there, his hair white, his back slightly hunched, and his face showing signs of old age.

But every question he asked hit the nail on the head.

The officials in the hall, who were initially skeptical, gradually began to listen attentively, and then began to nod in agreement.

At this moment, they slowly began to realize...

This centenarian in front of us is no ordinary person.