Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Upon hearing that Guo Yi was to be captured, Wang Yue did not hesitate at all, immediately turned around and left the camp to carry out Zheng Qian's order.

The Xinyi Gang in Yancheng was wiped out by Zheng Qian in one battle, but the higher-ups were not sad at all. They said that all the dead were minor characters and Xin still disdained to take action, only letting Yi cause trouble.

The destruction of the remnants of the Xinyi Gang was the will of the people. As long as the principles of trust and righteousness are not destroyed, the Xinyi Gang will rise again sooner or later and continue to harm the people. Therefore, Wang Yue felt no guilt at all when he took down Guo Yi at the banquet.

A true man of iron will should eliminate these corrupt officials who bring disaster to the country and its people.

Ten minutes later, Wang Yue led a group of soldiers to escort Guo Yi to the outside of the tent. At this time, all fifty battalion commanders were present. They had all received the order to assemble and were standing together in a daze, not knowing what had happened.

Guo Yi was bound hand and foot, his face pale, clearly aware of his fate. He looked up at Zheng Qian, a flicker of fear and resentment in his eyes.

Zheng Qian looked at Guo Yi without a trace of pity in his eyes and said indifferently, "Guo Yi, do you know your crime?"

Guo Yi took a deep breath. He knew that no matter how he argued, he could not change his fate. But it was impossible for him to confess. He said arrogantly, "I am the Director of the Imperial Secret Arts Bureau, a fourth-rank official. Whether I am guilty or not is none of your business, Zheng Qian. You have no right to interfere with me."

Zheng Qian leaned close to Guo Yi's ear and whispered, "I know you're a fourth-rank official. If you weren't, I wouldn't have let you live this long."

Then, opening a scroll, Zheng Qian read aloud: "Guo Yi, embezzled 330,000 taels of silver, caused the deaths of seven officials and 361 civilians. According to the laws of Wuyan, he shall be executed immediately."

"Zheng Qian, you'll die a horrible death! What right do you have to interrogate me? You're persecuting a court official! You..."

Click.

Guo Yi was cursing Zheng Qian when Wang Yue suddenly dislocated his jaw, rendering him speechless.

Wang Yue was known in the army as steady as a mountain. He didn't talk much, but he never disappointed Zheng Qian in his work.

Zheng Qian looked at Zhao Long, Li Ying, Ma Teng, and Zhang Yi standing to the side, and finally said loudly to the fifty battalion commanders: "Guo Yi has confessed his crimes. His evil deeds are too numerous to count. Today, I will seek justice for the people of Yancheng and for those who have been persecuted by him."

After saying that, Zheng Qian drew the knife he had prepared in advance and handed it to Zhang Yi.

"You make the first cut."

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yi took the knife and walked step by step toward Guo Yi. He was the Director of the Secret Arts Bureau of Wuyan Kingdom, a fourth-rank official, and a confidant of the Crown Prince. If he were to strike Guo Yi, it would be considered that he had completely sided with Zheng Qian, and even if Zheng Qian rebelled, he would have no choice but to go down this path to the bitter end.

If he hadn't stabbed Zhang Yi, he might have ended up like Zhang Yi, tied up by Zheng Qian, and had all those who had pledged allegiance to him attack him, ultimately dying with holes pierced through his body.

This is a pledge of allegiance, a pledge with no turning back.

Zhang Yi struggled violently within himself, but ultimately, amidst Guo Yi's fearful and pleading gaze, he stabbed Guo Yi in the right chest.

*Pfft...* Blood splattered.

"Old Zhang, you went too far! There are still over fifty of us left, and you took half his life with one stab. How are the rest of us supposed to stab him now?" Wang Yue complained loudly, then took Zhang Yi's knife and stabbed Guo Yi in the thigh.

Wang Yue spoke loudly, essentially announcing that Zhang Yi had attacked Guo Yi, which made Zhang Yi want to fight. Even though he was the most eloquent person, he could only remain silent.

Guo Yi's eyes widened in terror. He struggled incessantly but could not break free of the ropes woven from iron wire. He wanted to beg for mercy but could not utter a sound.

Subsequently, Zhao Long, Ma Teng, and Li Ying all left holes in Guo Yi's body, followed by fifty battalion commanders, each taking turns to attack him.

A battalion commander severed Guo Yi's Achilles tendon with a single stroke and said viciously, "Guo Yi, do you remember the soldier you dragged to death with a horse eight years ago? He was my own brother, and today I've avenged him."

Then, all the bad things Guo Yi had done were exposed.

“Guo Yi, you and Guo Zhengfeng violated my sister in the street a year ago. You may have forgotten, but I haven’t. I dream of drinking your blood and eating your flesh every day.”

“The old woman you beat to death in March while collecting protection money was my mother. Go down here and kowtow to her to apologize.”

Woohoo...

Guo Yi screamed in terror. These battalion commanders were all experts at the early stage of the Blood Refining Realm or above. Every strike made him wish he were dead, yet they did not harm his vital organs. He was almost in so much pain that he fainted.

He's done a lot of bad things, but not as badly as these battalion commanders claim. He's harmed everyone's family. They're using his life as a pledge of allegiance; anyone who doesn't participate faces being purged by Zheng Qian, or even death. That's why they all have a grudge against Guo Yi now.

After everyone had made their move, Zheng Qian took the knife, leaned close to Guo Yi's ear, and said, "Guo Yi, thank you for risking your life as a pledge of loyalty. Your righteous act will be recorded in history."

Woo...woo...

Guo Yi struggled desperately, his eyes filled with pleading. The fifty-five holes in his body made him feel like he was dying. He rolled on the ground in pain, howling but unable to make a sound, only whimpering incessantly.

puff……

Blood splattered everywhere. Zheng Qian's knife was swift, and Guo Yi died without experiencing much pain.

Then, Zheng Qian's gaze sharpened, and with a clang, he plunged his sword into the solid ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. He surveyed the crowd, his voice loud and resolute.

"Brothers, I, Zheng Qian, hereby swear that I will be fair in rewarding and punishing, and will never show favoritism! You have chosen to fight alongside me, which means that we are brothers who will depend on each other for life and death from now on! In the future, whether it is wealth and glory or hardship and danger, we will share the good times and the bad times together!"

As they spoke, squads of soldiers carried tables in orderly steps, the wine jars emitting an enticing aroma. They quickly arranged fifty-six bowls neatly on the table and filled them with the mellow, sweet wine.

Immediately afterwards, the soldier brought over a magnificent rooster, slashed its neck with a single stroke, and the bright red chicken blood instantly dripped into each wine bowl, symbolizing that everyone would drink this blood wine together and swear to follow each other to the death.

Zheng Qian took a deep breath and continued to shout passionately, "We are not only comrades-in-arms, but also family! This bowl of blood wine is a testament to our unity and shared destiny! Drink it, and we will be of one heart and one blood. No matter what the future holds, we will move forward hand in hand and create a glorious future together!"

Inspired by Zheng Qian's passion, the brothers around him echoed loudly, "We are willing to follow Commander Zheng, to share life and death, and never abandon him!" Their voices rose and fell, reverberating in the air above the military camp, forming a powerful sense of unity.

Zheng Qian nodded in satisfaction. He picked up a bowl of blood wine, raised it above his head, and shouted, "Cheers!" Then he drank it all in one gulp.

The brothers around them followed suit, drinking the blood wine in their bowls in one gulp, together swearing their loyalty and determination.

bang...

With the wine bowl smashed on the ground, Zheng Qian had effectively gained control of the Xuanhu Army.

Now, he has the power to confront Zhang Zhi, the Grand Marshal of the Nation.