The Gyeongo soldiers looked at the Jingguo army with disdain. Some of the more bloodthirsty soldiers even looked disappointed and disdainful. When the Confucian scholars approached, the Gyeongo soldiers started to discuss among themselves.
"What a pity. My spear hasn't been stained with the blood of the Jingguo soldiers."
"Damn it. The Jingguo soldiers are really good at bluffing. I've been eating so much every day, but I've lost five kilograms!"
"The Jingguo soldiers are a bunch of cowards. They can't win, but they still refuse to admit defeat. That's why they invited the Confucian scholars."
"Hmph. It's a pity that the Notre-Dame is the judge. We don't have the right to object. If we could object, we would really like to stop the Notre-Dame from making the judgment. We would wipe out the Jingguo soldiers and retake Yueyang City! "
"Xiangzhou will always belong to Gyeongo!"
"However, did you notice that the expressions of the Jingguo soldiers on the city gate tower are a little familiar?"
Wen Gao's scholar channeled his talent into his eyes and observed carefully.
They felt like they were looking into a mirror.
This was because the expressions of the Jingguo soldiers were exactly the same as the expressions of the Gyeongo soldiers.
That's not right!
Shouldn't the Jingguo soldiers be squatting on the ground, covering their faces and crying? Shouldn't they be mourning? Shouldn't they be cursing and swearing? Shouldn't they be feeling sad?
Why did they also have a look of disdain on their faces? Why did the Jingguo soldiers also have a look of disappointment and disdain?
Did they also think that they had won?
The Gyeongo scholars were confused. They couldn't understand why the Jingguo soldiers had that kind of expression. No matter how stupid the Jingguo soldiers were, they shouldn't be acting like this.
Many Gyeongo scholars had the same thought. Could it be that the Notre-Dame and Half-saint had decided that Jingguo had won? Impossible!
Almost at the same time, the Gyeongo scholars shook their heads vigorously to get rid of the most impossible thought.
Absolutely impossible!
Gyeongo had conquered many cities and territories along the way. Their morale was at its peak. No matter how strong Jingguo's army was, the worst that could happen was that both sides would suffer heavy losses. The Notre-Dame scholars would not make such a judgment.
Therefore, Jingguo must have lost!
It must be!
Many Gyeongo scholars kept cheering for themselves and Gyeongo in their hearts.
Zong Xuan dismounted from his horse. Holding the horsewhip in his hand, he led all the Hanlin Scholars, Grand Scholars, and generals forward to welcome the Notre-Dame's great Confucian scholar.
Zong Xuan smiled as he scanned the ten Confucian scholars who had landed. He knew all of them and was on very good terms with the Military Scholar, Sun Yang. The two of them had participated in the first Battle of Two Worlds Mountain and had fought side by side. They were true comrades in life and death.
Zong Xuan deliberately glanced at Sun Yang and was surprised to find that Sun Yang's expression was different from the other great Confucians.
Some of the other nine great Confucian scholars were smiling, while others were expressionless. There was nothing special about them.
Only Sun Yang had a cold face and a heavy expression. After meeting Zong Xuan's eyes, he even sighed softly and looked away.
Zong Xuan's heart skipped a beat.
Zong Xuan knew Sun Yang. If he won, Sun Yang would smile even if he tried to hide it. They were comrades who could trust each other with their backs!
But now, Sun Yang had such an expression. It was impossible that he was certain that Zong Xuan had won.
Zong Xuan's hands and feet were cold, and his whole body was numb.
When Fang Yun fought Gyeongo and took Xiangzhou, Zong Xuan's hands and feet were not cold. Later, when Fang Yun resisted the seal of the Divine Path and successfully forced Gyeongo to cede Haizhou, Zong Xuan's hands and feet were not numb. Later, when Fang Yun became a Saint and killed the Emperor of Qing, Zong Xuan's hands and feet were not cold.
But at this moment, he only felt that his legs were as heavy as a thousand pounds.
As a great Confucian scholar, Zong Xuan could not fight in the battle to seize Xiangzhou, but he could command the army and give advice. He believed that Gyeongo had more than a 70% chance of winning this battle. He even wanted to use this battle to cultivate and become a Great Scholar.
But at this moment, an inexplicable despair rose in Zong Xuan's heart.
The leader of the War Hall, He Qionghai, sighed softly and said, "Marshal Zong, Gyeongo soldiers, today, the ten of us have voted unanimously. With Half-saint's ruling, the final result has been decided. We all agree that there is no need to continue this battle. For the sake of the human race and to leave more soldiers to fight against the barbarians, we choose to stop this battle. "
Zong Xuan gritted his teeth and did not say a word.
However, the millions of Qing soldiers cried out in joy.
"Long live Gyeongo! Long live Gyeongo! "
On Yueyang Tower, the Jingguo soldiers looked at each other.
Were the people of Gyeongo crazy?
He Qionghai glanced at the excited Gyeongo soldiers and sighed. He said helplessly, "We cannot decide the result of the battle to seize Xiangzhou, but we have decided that Jingguo has won the battle of Yueyang City. All the Gyeongo soldiers who participated in this battle will be recorded as temporarily dead. They can only participate in the next battle to seize Xiangzhou after three years. "
Even after He Qionghai finished speaking, the cheers of the Qing army did not stop. After a while, the cheers of the Qing army stopped abruptly.
The Gyeongo soldiers looked at the ten great Confucian scholars in disbelief.
Were the ten great Confucian scholars crazy?
Gyeongo had three million soldiers under their city walls!
Gyeongo had taken down all the cities without shedding a single drop of blood!
How could Jingguo compare to Gyeongo's army?
How could they?
There was a deathly silence among the three million soldiers.
Normally, even if one side was judged to have lost the battle, half of the soldiers would be judged as temporarily dead, and the other half could return and participate in the battle.
This time, they had made such a judgment. They were sure that Gyeongo's three million soldiers would be completely annihilated!
It was a clean annihilation, so clean that the Notre-Dame had no choice but to judge that all the soldiers were temporarily dead.
This had never happened before in history!
Everyone's eyes were filled with questions, and there was even unconcealable anger.
Was the Notre-Dame siding with Jingguo?
Were the great Confucian scholars and the saints so shameless?
Zong Xuan took a deep breath and said slowly, "Gyeongo can afford to lose! If Gyeongo's skills were not as good as theirs, and if we were to fight against Jingguo, we would be grateful that Jingguo did not make a move. We would also be grateful to the Notre-Dame's judgment for our Gyeongo soldiers to keep their lives. However, I would like to ask, what evidence do you have to prove that our army will be completely annihilated? What evidence do you have to prove that our three million soldiers will be defeated by a million soldiers? What evidence do you have to prove that Gyeongo's army will suffer such humiliation? If you don't give me an explanation, Gyeongo's army will turn around and head straight for Mount Duanfeng! Even if we have to bleed to the last drop of our blood, we will ask the saints why! "
"Long live Gyeongo!"
"Long live Gyeongo!"
The three million Gyeongo soldiers shouted in unison. The intense shame and anger caused their morale to soar.
Everyone gritted their teeth and clenched their fists. Their eyes were red!
The ten great Confucian scholars looked at them with pity and sympathy. Sun Yang lowered his head slightly, not daring to look at Zong Xuan directly.
He Qionghai sighed and said, "These days, there are two reasons why Jing Country hasn't sent out troops to participate in the war. First, they don't want to waste the lives of the human race at this time. Second, they are rushing to produce new mechanisms on a large scale. Now, Gyeongo's new mechanisms are in place. You … have no chance of winning. "
"I don't believe it!" Zong Xuan gritted his teeth.
"Fang Sheng will make you believe it." He Qionghai turned around and nodded in the direction of Yueyang Tower.
(End of Chapter)
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