The Song army's retreat was naturally within Wenren Sheng's expectations.
After all, the Song Dynasty had made a strategic blunder. They wanted to reclaim the Youyun Sixteen Prefectures and joined forces with the Jin Dynasty to attack Northern Liao.
Pressed by the Jin Dynasty, they fought with even greater urgency.
They could not leave fifty or sixty thousand elite frontier troops wandering around Jiangnan.
That would be a pointless drain on money, and the Song Dynasty could not bear it.
Those civil officials sent daily demands, six-hundred-li urgent dispatches every day.
The Imperial Guard commander did not want to be executed by the emperor either.
So it was understandable that he resorted to this sort of false pretense.
It had to be said that this move worked quite well.
As news of Fang La's death spread, the remaining ripples of rebellion were swiftly quelled as well.
That left only a small number of enemies hidden in the mountains.
That made it even easier to fool the civil officials and the emperor.
Sure enough, once the Imperial Guard commander's memorial was submitted, the entire court rejoiced.
As for the small remnants in the mountains mentioned by the commander, they considered them no threat at all.
Thus, his plan to blockade the remnants in the mountains was swiftly approved.
So long as they did not scatter and roam everywhere, they were merely a band of bandits in the court's eyes.
And the court had never cared about so-called bandits.
There were simply too many of them; too many lice did not make one itch.
Wenren Sheng did not spread the news around either.
The Main God clearly judged matters based on whether Fang La himself was alive or dead.
As long as they still flew Fang La's banner and Fang La himself