Chapter 1139: Chapter 47 ng Shuai Joins the Army 3 [2-in-1]_4 Chapter 1139: Chapter 47 ng Shuai Joins the Army 3 [2-in-1]_4 From a village youth with a hint of rudintary martial prowess, he had transford into a great general of the Qin country, listed as one of the Ten Pillars of Heaven in the Qin military.
Mighty General!
A great general of Great Qin!
Pri Minister.
In layman’s terms, it equates to the position of pri minister.
All were forged through the strife of the battlefield, sword by spear!
His montum had even surpassed that of Ma Qiange.
This incensed Ma Daocheng, who caught Ma Qiange and beat him fiercely, pointing at his nose and cursing him for having no ambition!
The Iron-Faced Butcher!
This was the nickna given to ng Fang by the six nations.
Always expressionless.
Always taciturn.
Always brutally ruthless.
Always first into battle.
Able to make a decision in one second amidst complex situations.
And ninety percent of the ti, he was correct!
Never leaving any prisoners in every battle, his notoriety was renowned.
The butcher of the six nations, a hero of Great Qin.
Around the bend in the mountain path was the road ho.
Less than twenty miles remained to his hotown.
Around the bend, local officials, led by the magistrate, were already quietly waiting to welco him.
“Salutations to the great general!”
“Hmm, rise. You local officials have worked hard.”
“We dare not, we dare not.”
“Lead the way ahead.”
“Yes, please mount your horse, great general.”
…
At the entrance of the village.
Yu Rou, in full dress, her eyes brimming with tears, looked expectantly towards the distance.
Her face flushed with excitent, her heart thumping wildly.
Her husband was coming ho!
The entire road was paved clean as if purified, flowers lined the way, and red flags fluttered on both sides.
In the midst of jubilation.
A warhorse galloped from afar.
Drawing ever closer.
When faces could be clearly seen, Yu Rou could no longer hold back, and running with tears blurring her vision, she dashed forward.
With arms outstretched, she cried out loudly, “Fang Fang!”
ng Fang leaped down from his warhorse and rushed forward with his arms wide open, “Rou Rou!”
Behind them.
Three thousand personal soldiers looked at each other, each feeling a shiver down their spine.
Goosebumps covered their bodies.
Who would have thought that our usually stoic great general, the Iron-Faced Butcher of the battlefield, had this side to him?
ng Fang opened his arms.
Excitent blurring his vision.
He saw his wife’s joyful, tearful, smiling figure rushing towards him, taking a leap…
A soft warmth embraced in his arms.
A solid embrace.
He even spun her around a dozen tis.
“Rou Er, I’m back! I’m back!”
ng Fang laughed heartily, as did Yu Rou.
But amidst their laughter, both kept shedding tears.
I’ve journeyed thousands of miles, battled countless tis, faced life and death, braved through swords and flas… just for this mont, to hold you in my arms.
Others see my elevation in rank, my imposing presence.
But who knows that I’ve never cared for high office or military rank in my heart.
All I wish for is to end the war sooner, to return and spend my days with you!
In full view of everyone.
The couple embraced tightly, indifferent to their surroundings.
A happiness of reunion swept over the lovers.
In this mont, neither wanted to let go, greedily inhaling each other’s scent. Joy filled their hearts.
The personal soldiers ford several rings.
Protecting the couple inside.
Behind.
Countless daughters of officials and nobles, charming in every way, with graceful figures and lovely faces.
So looked on enviously at the commoner woman tightly embracing the great general.
She was not particularly beautiful.
Nor did she possess outstanding deanor or grace.
What did she have to qualify for this?
The one embracing the great general tightly should be soone like , a beloved beauty of high status!
Did this commoner deserve it?
Their silver teeth clenched tightly.
Feeling a deep sense of life’s unfairness to the extre.
They were peerless beauties, but how could they compare to this commoner?
What was so good about her?
After so ti, ng Fang set his wife down and naturally reached out to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes, saying, “Rou Er, in the years I’ve been absent from ho, has anyone bullied us? How have you been?”
Upon hearing this.
Many officials felt a sudden tightness in their hearts.
And the magistrate’s face turned pale, his body trembling.
He was reminded once again of the bloody sickle that had been thrust into the door of his own ho years ago.
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