The powerful general of the expeditionary army was dead. He probably did not even expect to die so carelessly.
Thousands of barbarians rushed out of the expeditionary army's camp with large axes in their hands in an attempt to avenge their general.
At first, they only received orders to assemble and heard that it was an enemy attack. Then everyone heard that their general had been killed by the enemy.
The barbarian warriors in the camp who still did not know what was going on only thought the Wang Clan's main forces had caught up to them. Everyone was prepared to die together with their general.
They were prepared to sacrifice themselves for the glory of the expeditionary army.
But when they rushed out, they could only see the steam locomotive's tail.
The barbarians were stunned. These people had come here with such a great momentum just to fire a shot and run away? Everyone's emotions were a little disjointed!
"Should we give chase?"
"Yes, we must avenge our general!"
P5092 looked at the expeditionary army that was getting further and further away and felt a little emotional. This kind of combat method was too insolent. They were completely relying on their powerful mobility to take advantage of the situation and then run away.
If the steam locomotive traveled at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour, even the powerful barbarians would not be able to catch up to it. Even if someone could match the steam locomotive's explosive speed, how many of them could last for more than ten minutes at full speed? Just sprinting for a minute would put a lot of pressure on their heart and lungs.
However, Ren Xiaosu did not drive the steam locomotive too fast. He kept a certain distance from the pursuing barbarians and was even slowing down.
Next to him, Zhang Xiaoman asked, "Why are you slowing down? Is it because you've overdrawn your mental strength?"
Ren Xiaosu shook his head. "No, I'm slowing down to make the barbarians think they can catch up to the steam locomotive if they put in a little more effort. That way, I can slowly bait them out."
As P5092 looked at Ren Xiaosu's profile, he realized this future commander was also very vile. It was obvious he was trying to tire out these barbarians who had come out to seek revenge.
Once they ran out of stamina, Ren Xiaosu would definitely turn around and reap the spoils of war.
"But we're out of ammunition." P5092 said, "Even if they get tired from running, we might not be able to kill many of them when we get back. Of course, wearing them down will also be beneficial to the Wang Clan's pursuing troops. "
As soon as he finished speaking, P5092 saw Ren Xiaosu take out several dozen boxes of grenades from somewhere.
Ren Xiaosu said calmly, "This is also my last stock."
While Ren Xiaosu was leading the Sixth Brigade in guerrilla warfare, the Wang Clan troops at the front line of Daniu Mountain had finally won.
The Wang Clan's main force had been fighting hard on the battlefield, and now it was finally time for them to counterattack.
The Wang Clan's main force advanced north from three different routes, chasing after the remnants of the defeated expeditionary army all the way. Not only did they want to kill these barbarians, but they also wanted to continue their pursuit to the north and bite the retreating expeditionary army to death.
During the pursuit, the main force advancing from the western front had already killed off all the fleeing barbarians at Daniu Mountain. But after continuing their pursuit north for more than ten kilometers, the Wang Clan's troops saw a steam locomotive cutting across their path. Meanwhile, thousands of soldiers from the Sixth Brigade were leaning against the steam locomotive's carriage and chatting.
They looked very relaxed, and some of them were even playing cards!
These people were wearing tattered military uniforms and had dirty faces, but they looked relaxed.
In the tense atmosphere of the battlefield, these soldiers seemed to be a little out of sync with the world …
This scene stunned the Wang Clan's main force. The commander in charge of this force led the soldiers over, and Ren Xiaosu walked over to greet them.
Ren Xiaosu said with a smile, "The retreating expeditionary army is about 20 kilometers to the north. If you guys work hard, you should be able to catch up to them very soon. There were originally more than 30,000 of them, but we lured them out and killed a few more of them."
The commander of the Wang Clan's main force shook hands with Ren Xiaosu. "Thank you for the reinforcements from the Northwest Army. If it weren't for you guys holding back half of the enemy forces at Zuoyun Mount, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to hold on. Before this, we had already planned to retreat south."
"You're welcome. It's what we should do." Ren Xiaosu said, "If you guys really want to thank us, then lower the tariffs on our Northwest goods. After this, someone will specially come and talk to the Wang Clan. Since it's to express your gratitude, you should do it …"
The expression of the Wang Clan officer on the other side twitched. Shouldn't he be making some kind of righteous speech at this time, such as for the sake of the nation or for the unity of the Barrier Alliance? Why did he suddenly mention something as practical as tariffs?
Off to the side, the Great Hoodwinker gave Ren Xiaosu an admiring look. He felt that the future commander had really gotten into character. He could directly mention tariffs on such an occasion where he should be showing off his heroic spirit. Most people would not be able to bring themselves to do so.
Ren Xiaosu said, "Alright, then I won't hold you guys up any longer."
"Everyone, why don't you head over to the Mt. Daniu station first? We can entertain everyone here," the commander of the Wang Clan troops said.
"There's no need. What's the point of wasting time? Everyone's in a hurry to go back and reunite with their families." Ren Xiaosu said, "Go do what you need to do. We're going back to the Northwest now."
The commander of the Wang Clan troops shook hands with Ren Xiaosu again. "Alright, we also have a pursuit mission, so let's bid farewell here."
With that, the chief of staff and combat staff officers next to the commander also walked forward and shook hands with the main figures of the Northwest Army to bid farewell.
In the end, when Ren Xiaosu shook hands with the last person, he suddenly froze for a moment.
A moment later, the Wang Clan troops advanced north again. However, they had not gone far when they saw the barbarian corpses strewn all over the ground.
The Wang Clan officers looked at each other. What did the Northwest Army say just now? They lured them out and killed some of them? Was that even a little?
The Wang Clan troops turned around and looked behind them, but the steam locomotive had already disappeared.
At this moment, the steam locomotive suddenly came to a stop after traveling west for a while.
P5092 and the others came to the front of the locomotive and asked, "What's the matter, Young Marshal? Why did you stop?"
But he suddenly saw Ren Xiaosu holding a small piece of paper in a daze.
Ren Xiaosu turned around and looked at P5092. "Do you remember how we met?"
P5092 smiled. "You asked me to read Hope Media's newspapers. You're always very punctual every morning. Not long after I got the newspapers, you arrived."
"Mhm." Ren Xiaosu nodded. "I like reading Hope Media's newspapers. I don't have any intelligence channels, so Hope Media's newspapers are my way of understanding the world. Furthermore, I know that every word in the newspapers is true."
P5092 was also stunned. He did not know why Ren Xiaosu would suddenly mention this.
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