The situation before them was obvious enough: before Shang Shuqing, this army of hundred thousand Crow Generals had already submitted.
As everyone looked around at the countless figures in every direction, black smoke rising from their bodies as they paid homage, it was truly a spectacular sight!
"Long Bao?" Shang Shuqing looked astonished as she stared at the kneeling Crow General leader. "Are you Uncle Long?"
The Crow General leader raised his head, red light flickering in his eyes as though he did not quite understand.
Niu Youdao hurriedly asked, "What is it?"
Shang Shuqing turned back. "Daoist Master, he says his name is Long Bao."
Niu Youdao asked, "Is there a problem?"
Shang Shuqing said, "I have heard of him. He was Uncle Meng's former deputy general, and the first commander of the Wulie Guard. During a surprise raid by the Zhao Kingdom, he led an isolated force to hold the rear and cover Father King's retreat, and died in battle. When Uncle Meng received the news, he flew into a fury and rushed from the Capital City to the front. He personally led his army into the Zhao Kingdom, refused all surrender, slaughtered two hundred thousand Zhao prisoners, and drove Zhao's Grand Commander Pang Hai to his death—all to avenge him!"
So that was what this was about! Niu Youdao nodded. "Tell them to rise."
Shang Shuqing was not entirely unfamiliar with military affairs and knew how to respond. She immediately raised both hands in a gesture of support. "Soldiers, please rise."
The Crow General leader buzzed his thanks and stood. The mass of Crow Generals all around likewise rose one after another, then stood solemnly with their weapons in hand.
A crisis seemed to have been resolved just like that. Yun Ji clicked her tongue in wonder.