Under a pincer attack.
And on one side were the Ming Dynasty's most elite Cavalry Battle Camp soldiers.
Under Zhu Ying's command, their combat strength had multiplied. How could these Tatars possibly be a match for them?
The encirclement and suppression from both sides began.
By nightfall.
The great battle for Kaiyuan City had already ended.
Inside the city, in the main hall of the Prefectural Yamen!
"Your servants pay respects to Your Highness."
Guo Ying, Yang Wen, and the other generals stationed in Liaodong bowed excitedly to Zhu Ying.
"Generals, dispense with the formalities."
Looking at the generals who had guarded Liaodong for more than half a year, Zhu Ying smiled faintly and raised his hand.
"Thank you, Your Highness."
The generals all gave their thanks.
"Liaodong remained secure this time thanks to your hard work, generals," Zhu Ying said encouragingly.
"Thank you for Your Highness's praise."
"These were merely barbarian Tatars invading our lands. Though their numbers were considerable, their combat strength was nothing special. His Highness personally appointed us to defend Liaodong; it is our honor." Guo Ying replied with great composure.
Before Zhu Ying, none of the generals dared claim credit arrogantly.
After all, among all the military officials in the court, no one could boast of their merits before Zhu Ying.
By now, Zhu Ying possessed not only supreme imperial authority, but also genuine military achievements—achievements beyond anyone else's reach.
To claim credit arrogantly before him would only invite humiliation.
"When I command the army, merit is merit, and fault is fault."
"In this battle."
"I have seen every meritorious official."
"Once the war is settled, rewards will be granted according to merit." Zhu Ying raised his hand and spoke with authority.
"Thank you for Your Highness's great grace."
The generals did not stand on