I add points to Indian martial arts.

The sky was at its best at this time; the sunlight wasn't so intense, hanging obliquely on the horizon, calming the previous clamor into a hazy yellow. The wind blew from afar, carrying a faint smell of blood, across this land where the battle had just begun.

The white reeds are in bloom.

No one knows who planted them, perhaps seeds brought by the wind, or perhaps they were already there. They grow densely on the edge of the battlefield, clump after clump, tinged with a warm golden hue by the sunlight. When the wind blows, the reeds sway gently, like countless tender hands caressing this land soaked in blood.

Among the reeds lay corpses lying haphazardly.

Some wore the armor of Tuli Town, while others wore the simple leather armor of Liwei's side. At this moment, they were all the same—lying quietly, letting the reeds brush against their frozen faces. Some had their eyes open, gazing at the gradually darkening sky, while others lay on their sides as if asleep. Only the trace of dried blood at the corner of their mouths reminded passersby that they would never wake up again.

The soft sunlight streamed down, illuminating the pale faces, the hands that could no longer hold their knives, and the reeds trampled by horses' hooves. Gold and blood mingled, creating a strange tranquility.

Li Wei glanced at the battlefield silently from his horse, then spurred his horse toward the west side of the battlefield, where a white figure knelt devoutly—it was Ganka.

Pania, nestled in Li Wei's arms, had fallen asleep sometime earlier. Perhaps she was exhausted from crying. She was curled up in Li Wei's arms, her head resting on his arm, her long eyelashes drooping down and casting a small shadow on her face.

She was sleeping soundly.

So much so that even the pervasive stench of blood on the battlefield and the rustling of reeds in the wind could not awaken her.

"Father……"

She suddenly murmured something, very softly, almost inaudibly.

"Father……"

This time, her voice was filled with grievance and exhaustion. She snuggled closer to Li Wei, as if she wanted to find a safer place.

Li Wei glanced down and saw that this woman was really carefree; she had fallen asleep in his arms.

Immediately afterwards, Li Weilema stopped in front of Ganka.

"Don't kill me now, let me finish my prayers first," Ganka said calmly, looking up.

Yes, Ganka hadn't participated in the battle since it started. He had been staring at the sky, seemingly lost in thought. After the battle, Ganka found a place and knelt down, making his last prayer to God.

Li Wei remained silent and made no move, simply watching quietly from his horse.

Ganka wanted to finish his prayer, so let him pray.

He didn't have much hostility towards Ganka. Although this man had allowed Sakje to send two hundred soldiers to his village, everyone has a choice. Li Wei wasn't born with the aura of a king. It didn't matter if others chose him or not.

Moreover, Li Wei felt it was acceptable to grant this person, who levied very few taxes on the people, his last wish.

After a moment, Ganka finished reciting the last few lines of his prayer. He stood up and gazed silently at the reddening sky. Then, he looked at the reeds that were now swaying in the wind on the battlefield, tinged with gold by the sunlight and blown by the wind.

"So beautiful, it's a pity this is the last time I'll see it." Ganka smiled, blood foam gradually welling up from the corner of his mouth. He had just shattered his heart meridian with his qi and blood. He stared at the reed flowers with a kind of fascination, which reminded him of many years ago when he was still a hopeful boy and followed his teacher into the capital. It seemed that it was also in a season when the wind could blow the reed flowers that he left this place.

At that time, he entered the capital with expectations for the future and with passion, and then left.

This time, he will also be leaving this place.

The bleeding increased, and suddenly, Ganka's smile stopped. He showed a pained expression, and a mouthful of bloody foam gushed from his mouth. He collapsed weakly to the ground, struggling to move his eyes to look at Li Wei, and said, "I was just thinking about something."

"What's the problem?"

"God..." Ganka wanted to say something but couldn't finish. Another mouthful of bloody foam gushed from his mouth. He closed his eyes weakly, and all life force in his body disappeared.

The reeds, swaying in the wind, fell onto the brand-new corpse. The sunlight turned the white flowers gold, one by one, like countless butterflies fluttering in the twilight.

His last question was related to God. No one knows what he was thinking while he was looking up at the sky, or what he was thinking when he prayed to God for the last time.

What was the sentence he didn't finish?

Nobody knows, except that it's related to God.

Thus, the reign of Ganka and Piro over the village came to an end.

The town of Tuli, whose father, Sakje, had also become a corpse, welcomed a new master to Tuli and the surrounding villages.

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"Salma, we have achieved great success in this battle! Two hundred and sixty-seven members of the Sakje army surrendered, while more than twenty were killed or wounded. We obtained nine pieces of Vanma leather and one hundred and fifty sets of fine armor as spoils of war. Our casualties were only five. Salma, immediately form a new nine-man Vanma squad with combat effectiveness." Bhatt happily reported to Li Wei. Li Wei nodded after listening. The casualties on both sides in this battle were not large, which was within his expectations.

The reason is that after Sakje chose not to fight, his three elephants were too powerful. After killing several leading Brahma knights, Sakje's side completely lost their fighting spirit, so there were no casualties.

But this is for the best. It's better if Sakje doesn't lose a single soldier. After all, they'll be his soldiers in the future, and he'll need them to capture the other two towns.

Thinking this, Li Wei instructed Buhat that the entire army should immediately head towards Tuli Town. He needed to collect the faith of the 50,000 people in Tuli Town as quickly as possible and upgrade them to the power of the Four Symbols, so that the overall situation could be completely stabilized!

Li Wei took the lead, riding his horse towards Tuli Town, with the surrounding soldiers following behind.

Some of the soldiers who had just surrendered looked at Pania sleeping peacefully in Li Wei's arms, their expressions bewildered.

"Do you think the mistress is still our mistress?" a soldier whispered. He had just heard Sakje shout, which made him wonder about the relationship between Levi and Pania.

Could it be that the mayor is dead, and his wife is still Pania?

"Shut up. Is this something you should be discussing or thinking about?" A soldier named Matu next to him gave him a fierce look, and the soldier who had just spoken up immediately shut up.

Despite having just surrendered, Matu already considered himself one of Livy's own.

He had been suppressed in Sakje's army, and if Li Wei needed people in the future, he would definitely use those who had been marginalized in Sakje's army.

Therefore, Matu had long regarded Livy as his lord and naturally wanted to protect him.

Moreover, Ma Tou felt that his opportunity had come. He silently glanced at the arrogant village soldiers walking at the front.

These bumpkins were just rolling around in the countryside a dozen days ago, but now that they've found a good master, they've turned the tables and are riding all over him.

In Matu's view, this was the difference of following the wrong person. Did he, Matu, think he was inferior to these village soldiers?

If he had followed Li Wei earlier, he could have done even better.