Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

"Hua Zhongcheng is dead. Surrender and you will not be killed." Zheng Qian's roar was like a sharp sword, shattering the last psychological defense of the Red Turban Army.

They had originally been loyal to China and full of trust, and still held a glimmer of hope for the war. But now they were struck dumb, their eyes filled with confusion and despair.

The North Gate Killer, this demon, has become their nightmare.

The 50,000 Xuanhu soldiers roared in unison: "Surrender and you will not be killed!"

The sound, like a giant wave, swept across the entire battlefield. At that moment, the Red Turban Army soldiers completely lost the will to resist.

Battalion Commander Zhao Zhenghang threw his saber to the ground, his face showing resentment, anger, and humiliation. His tiger-like eyes were filled with tears as he shouted.

"Brothers, stop fighting! This isn't a battle, it's a massacre. Surrender! Think of your families! Save your lives and go back home! Surrender!"

Under the leadership of Battalion Commander Zhao Zhenghang, the Red Turban Army chose to surrender. One spear after another was thrown to the ground, followed by the generals' broadswords, hammers, and long spears.

"Let's stop fighting. If we keep fighting, we'll all be killed."

"The God of Slaughter at the North Gate isn't human, he's a god. How can you fight him?"

"I surrender. I suddenly really want to go home and see my mom."

The Red Turban Army's choice may have been driven by a desire for life or a fear of death, but in any case, they made their decision.

"Hands behind your heads, assemble over here." The five deputy commanders immediately began to organize the surrendered Red Turban Army soldiers to assemble and count their numbers.

Zhao Zhenghang looked at Zhao Long with a grin, "Brother, I did a good job, didn't I?"

“You’re a surrendered soldier now, a prisoner. Be serious and stand over there.” Zhao Long said sternly, feeling helpless towards his lively cousin.

Zhao Zhenghang is Zhao Long's cousin. Initially, the two chose different sides. Because his family connections were not strong, Zhao Zhenghang was unable to join the forces of the eldest prince in Yan City. In the end, he had to take a roundabout way to achieve merit and could only join the grassroots Red Turban Army.

Full of dreams, he was taken prisoner just as he was about to arrive in Iwaki and become a general.

As the sun set and night was about to fall, Wang Yue reported the battle situation to Zheng Qian.

"Commander, we have captured 90,000 Red Turban soldiers, wounded 80 Xuanhu soldiers seriously, and 266 lightly wounded, with zero deaths. Such a glorious achievement is unprecedented in the history of Wuyan Kingdom."

Iron-Blooded Zhao Long immediately followed up, saying, "Commander, you are truly a gem of our Xuanhu Army! Single-handedly annihilating 150,000 Red Turban soldiers not only demonstrates your unparalleled bravery but also elevates the reputation of the Xuanhu Army's iron-blooded force to new heights. Such achievements are worthy of being recorded in history and passed down through the ages!"

Zhang Yi, a man of both wisdom and courage, praised Zheng Qian highly: "Your mastery of military strategy is truly breathtaking. You must be well-versed in the art of war, using wisdom to win and courage to subdue the enemy. First, you instilled the Red Turban Army's morale to its peak, then you single-handedly instilled fear and trembling in their hearts, taking Hua Zhongcheng's head amidst a vast army, thus shattering their will and securing victory in the war. Your wisdom and courage are a model for us all to learn from."

Although the archer Li Ying was introverted and not good with words, he made silent contributions on the battlefield and proved his admiration for Zheng Qian with his actions: "The commander's bravery and his brilliant command have earned my deep respect."

The brave and decisive Ma Teng praised Zheng Qian's military leadership skills highly: "The commander's bravery and decisiveness are the pride of our Xuanhu Army. He single-handedly charged in and out of the army of 150,000 Red Turban Army soldiers, setting an example for us. Under the commander's leadership, our Xuanhu Army soldiers will surely be brave and invincible."

Zheng Qian stood directly in front of the 90,000 Red Turban Army prisoners, listening to the men flattering him, feeling both pleased and furious.

Your flattery skills are really terrible. What's the point of telling me? You should shout it out loud, not only so I can hear it, but also so the soldiers can hear it.

No wonder he's still only a deputy commander after all that. His intelligence and insight are far inferior to those of civil officials.

In fact, Zheng Qian had always hoped to minimize casualties in this war, as most of the soldiers were children from poor families. However, war is war; it can only be conquered by force, not by negotiation.

Therefore, Zheng Qian only allowed the Xuanhu Army to launch an attack after he single-handedly demoralized the Red Turban Army. If the Xuanhu Army had launched an attack from the beginning, the Red Turban Army would have fought desperately, and the number of dead would not have been 60,000, but perhaps 100,000, 130,000, or even 140,000.

In the few minutes that Zheng Qian spent killing Hua Zhongcheng, the 50,000-strong Xuanhu Heavy Cavalry charged twice, killing over 40,000 Red Turban soldiers. Given more time, they could have absolutely slaughtered the entire Red Turban army.

The Red Turban Army was a grassroots army, composed of impoverished peasant soldiers. Their clothes were patched seven or eight times, let alone armor. In contrast, the Black Tiger Army was well-equipped, wearing heavy armor, and fighting against infantry and heavy cavalry—a battle with a clear advantage. The Red Turban Army had absolutely no hope of victory.

What's more, there's Zheng Qian, a freak who can use the Triple Slash infinitely.

cough cough...

Zheng Qian coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and addressed the 90,000 Red Turban Army prisoners.

"The Kingdom of Wuyan has long been corrupted by the greed of powerful families and officials. Its people are like caged birds, having lost their wings to soar. Today, I stand here not to celebrate the glory of this victory, but to awaken the deepest desires in your hearts—the desire for freedom, equality, and dignity!"

Both the Red Turban Army and the Black Tiger Army were dumbfounded. What was going on here?

Regardless of whether they could understand, Zheng Qian continued, “You, the 90,000 brave warriors of the Red Turban Army, once threw yourselves into the torrent of the uprising for the sake of justice and ideals in your hearts. But today, I stand before you not as an enemy or a judge, but as a leader who is about to change the fate of this land, extending a sincere invitation to you.”

An invitation? Discussions rippled through the Red Turban Army.

"Are you suggesting we join their Xuanhu Army?"

"If I could join the Xuanhu Army, I would be willing. I heard that their monthly salary is eight hundred coins, and they can eat rice every meal."

"Dream on! The Xuanhu Army is a heavy cavalry force, and every soldier there is a master. Why would they need a lowly dog ​​like you? Besides, the Xuanhu Army doesn't eat rice every meal; they eat meat every meal."

Zhao Zhenghang's eyes darted around, and he raised his hand, asking loudly, "Commander, what do you want to invite us for? To join the Xuanhu Army?"

"No, I'm inviting you home to wait for my good news." Zheng Qian was satisfied with Zhao Zhenghang's response; this guy knew how to interact.

"What good news?" Encouraged by Zheng Qian's look, Zhao Zhenghang cooperated even more actively.

"As long as you lay down your weapons and stop participating in the uprising, give me a few days, and I will break the shackles that bind the people and establish a new system! Under this system, Wuyan Kingdom will no longer have the privileges of aristocratic families and officials, and everyone will be treated equally. Everyone, including you 90,000 people, will have their own land, and can grow whatever they want."

As soon as Zheng Qian finished speaking, both the Red Turban Army and the Black Tiger Army erupted in chaos.

"Equality for all? Everyone owns land? Is that true or false?"

"You actually believe that people are born into different classes?"

"Yes, people are born into different social classes, but you can't believe that."

Zheng Qian knew that it would be difficult for him to change these people's deep-rooted feudal ideas with just a few words, and he would not believe that he could change the system of Wuyan Kingdom. It was too unbelievable.

However, he did not have time to prove it, and the 90,000 Red Turban Army prisoners were a hidden danger. They had to be quickly dispersed, otherwise, if someone with ulterior motives gathered them together, they would become another terrifying force.

Clang.

Drawing his heavy sword to guard his heart, Zheng Qian pointed at the 90,000 Red Turban Army prisoners.

"I'm giving you orders, not negotiating with you. After we finish eating, everyone go back to your hometowns. Once I've taken care of things in Yan City and the system is implemented, you'll naturally be allocated land. If anyone dares to disobey orders, don't blame me for turning my back on you and killing you all."

Quiet. Apart from the sound of the wind, the entire Gale Plains was deathly quiet.

Zheng Qian spoke to them kindly, but they forgot that they were prisoners of war and that their lives were in Zheng Qian's hands.

This is what people with low cognitive ability are like. They are selfish, unable to distinguish between different situations, and will take advantage of any opportunity to do something good.

"Now, everyone go cook. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be killed without mercy."

At Zheng Qian's command, the Red Turban Army prisoners began cooking under the supervision of the Xuanhu Army. They were very obedient, and no one questioned them.

They believed that the God of Slaughter of the North Gate would kill them all; otherwise, why would he be called the God of Slaughter of the North Gate?

Zhao Long awkwardly approached Zheng Qian, blushing as he whispered, "Commander, I want to talk to you about something."

"Speak." Zheng Qian was puzzled by this tough guy. What could make him shy? Did he want to go home to visit his sister-in-law?

“My cousin wants to join the Xuanhu Army. He is a battalion commander in the Red Turban Army. He is at the early stage of the Blood Refining Realm and is quite capable in combat. He can bring 10,000 men with him.”

Zheng Qian thought it was something serious, but it was just a relative surrendering and trying to get in through connections. How could he refuse such a thing?

“Alright, tell Wang Yue to have him take over all of your cousin’s men and have them transport the Red Turban Army’s siege equipment to Yan City.” Zheng Qian didn’t even hesitate and immediately arranged for these people who had defected to transport the siege equipment.

The Xuanhu Army was a heavy cavalry force and lacked siege equipment, while the Hongjin Army happened to have three large catapults and a small trebuchet, which would be helpful in attacking Yan City.

Zhao Long was taken aback for a moment, then honestly replied, "Yes, Commander."

Zhao Long was very upset. His cousin had come to him for help, so why was he assigned to work under Wang Yue? Was he not as good as Wang Yue?

In the war to attack Yan City, I must be even more valiant in order to gain the commander's favor.