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News of the Great Dragon Army's first great victory quickly reached the capital, deeply inspiring all the soldiers and civilians of the Great Dragon Army.

Li Tiancheng went so far as to praise the Crown Prince in front of the entire court.

To be honest, this victory was quite unexpected.

No one expected that the legendary fierce and invincible Dazi cavalry would be so easily defeated by the Great Dragon, who annihilated more than 10,000 and captured several thousand, while only a few Dazi were wounded, and those were due to the nervousness of the new recruits causing their muskets to accidentally discharge and injure themselves.

To boost morale, the imperial court specially rewarded the townspeople with a considerable amount of fine wine produced in Niujia Town.

. . . . . . .

Dortmund.

The logistics army followed behind the main force. After the prince's great victory over the Dazi, the spoils of war were continuously sent back to Dor City by the logistics Qingyang army.

"Sir, what should we do with the prisoners?"

"Send them all to the South China Sea for mining or banana cultivation."

"Yes."

The South China Sea is such a large area that there is a severe shortage of labor. Of course, these Dazi prisoners cannot be let go. They should be sent there to do the hardest and most dangerous work.

"My lord, what should be done with these warhorses?"

“All the able-bodied ones were sent back to the capital and handed over to the Ministry of War. Those who were lame but could still work were sent to pull carts in the South China Sea. Those who died were all made into cured meat.”

"Yes."

Zhou Wu glanced at the injury statistics booklet. He had several hundred warhorses at his disposal. Although they could no longer go to the battlefield, they were still capable of pulling carts and transporting goods. This would alleviate the transportation problems in the South China Sea to some extent. Horses were indeed a precious commodity.

"Where are these weapons and equipment, sir?"

Zhou Wu glanced at it briefly. To be honest, Da Zi's smelting skills were really not as good as Da Long's. Either melt this thing down and use it as material, or find a sucker to buy it.

“Speaking of suckers, Kenjiro seems quite suitable. Let’s send him to the South China Sea.”

"Yes."

Next time Kenshiro comes, I'll sell it to him in a package.

Zhou Wu was truly impressed with himself.

"Aren't there any cattle or sheep?"

Is Dalong severely lacking in meat? Although Dalong doesn't want the vast grasslands of Dazi, it can still manage to raise livestock in smaller, more scattered areas. Sheep can provide a lot of meat, and cattle can be used as auxiliary feed for plowing.

"Sir, it's not on the list."

"No."

"Yes, sir. It's said that the Crown Prince encountered the Dazakh cavalry directly this time, so it's normal that he didn't get involved."

"Oh, yes."

Cattle and sheep are only owned by tribes, and cavalry would naturally not bring these animals to the battlefield.

. . . . . . . .

The Khan's tent.

"Khan, that dragon has obtained some kind of divine artifact that can unleash lightning, which is even more powerful than bows and arrows. Our warriors and warhorses were knocked down before they could even get close. The warhorses were so frightened by the thunder that they no longer obeyed commands."

Kurto and Goutusa knelt before the Khan, trembling. The rule of the grasslands was that there were only warriors who died in battle, not cowards who ran away. Clearly, they had fled this time, but the situation was beyond their control.

I just hope that I can convince the Khan with facts and save my life.

"You mean that my 50,000 grassland warriors are no match for the 120,000 infantry of the Great Dragon?"

The person sitting there was none other than Dazi Khan, Wululu.

There was not a trace of a smile on his face. His eyes were half-closed, revealing a chilling indifference. Occasionally, the corners of his mouth would turn up slightly, but it was not a smile; it was the cruel expression of a cat toying with a dying mouse.

Despite his usual arrogance and domineering attitude towards others, Dazi is as docile as a kitten in front of his Khan. Just thinking about the Khan's methods sends chills down one's spine.

"Khan, it's true, Kurto didn't lie, the returning warriors can all testify."

Kurto's words only fueled Ululu's anger, as 50,000 iron cavalry couldn't defeat 120,000 dragon lambs.

However, Kurtuo and Gou Tusa were well-known warriors in Dazi, and with tens of thousands of eyes watching, they certainly didn't have the right to speak, but while they could escape the death penalty, they couldn't escape punishment.

"Drag him away and give him thirty lashes."

The gurgling sound remained devoid of emotion, yet it brought a sense of relief to Kurto and GouTusa, who expressed their gratitude repeatedly.

"Thank you, Khan, for sparing my life."

"Thank you, Khan, for sparing my life."

Soldiers outside the tent came in and dragged the two out, but Wululu fell into deep thought.

He had no doubt about the bravery of the two men and the fighting prowess of his own warriors, but he couldn't understand why they had suffered such a crushing defeat.

To be precise, the Dazi Kingdom was more like a tribal alliance. The reason why Wululu was able to become Khan was because he had more soldiers and more fertile grasslands.

Other tribes had no choice but to submit to him, but if his strength fell short of any of them, these tribes would kill him without any mercy.

So, for the first time, Ururu, the Khan, felt the pressure.

"Someone, summon the tribal leaders to discuss important matters."

"Yes"

When they learned that the Great Dragon had sent troops to deal with them, no one in the Dazi Kingdom took it seriously.

After all, the fighting prowess of the steppe cavalry was evident to all, and Wululu, in order to demonstrate his strength, refused the requests of other tribes to send troops.

But to his utter surprise, not only did the 50,000 cavalry he sent out not gain any advantage, but he also lost half of them.

At this moment, the leaders of other tribes were probably laughing at their Khan in their own tents.

In order to preserve its own strength, Ururu decided to let other tribes try again.

. . . . . .

The Khan's tent.

At this time, more than a dozen tribal leaders had gathered inside. These were from some of the larger tribes on the grassland. Some smaller tribes were not qualified to participate in the Khan's assembly.

"Have you heard? The Khan's 50,000 cavalrymen were wiped out by the Great Dragon's two-legged sheep."

"Haha, I didn't expect that the Khan's cavalry would be all show and no substance."

"What is the purpose of this call for us?"

"What else could it be? It must be that they're not good enough and they want us to do it."

"I never imagined that the Khan, after enjoying such a comfortable life for so many years, would be too old to wield a scimitar."

"In the end, we still have to help him solve the problem."

Before Wululu even arrived, the leaders of the other tribes were already talking about the Khan's "glorious achievements" without any restraint.

However, judging from the tone of their conversation, it's clear that they don't have any genuine respect for Khan Ululu.

"The Khan has arrived."

The sounds outside the tent made everyone quickly shut their mouths.

It's fine to talk about it behind people's backs, since everyone's dissatisfied anyway, but these people change their tune completely when it comes to your face.

"I have met the Khan."

As soon as Wululu entered, the tribal chiefs immediately stood up respectfully and bowed.