Two long spears crossed above the enemy general's neck and plunged into the earth.
Mouthful after mouthful of foul blood gushed from his lips, splattering half his face. Thick blood even got onto his eyelids, nearly flowing into his eyes. He was like a stranded fish trapped on dry land. No matter how unwilling he was, there was nothing he could do to turn the tide. Amid the chaos, the deputy general witnessed this scene and shouted urgently until his voice cracked, "Don't hurt my lord—"
Shen Tang hauled her defeated subordinate up from the ground.
"Watch him. Don't let him die."
Not every enemy had to be slaughtered to the last.
What use was expanding her territory if she had no capable people to employ? She didn't have much time to cultivate completely loyal confidants either, so she could only expand her territory while screening candidates. The enemy general was still struggling when he was captured. Luo San glanced over, then, while no one was paying attention, struck him once in the waist and abdomen.
Just moments ago, seven or eight burly men had been unable to hold him down; he had been harder to subdue than a boar at New Year. But after Luo San's strike, the enemy general immediately became docile. In the blink of an eye, he was bound hand and foot and fitted with special restraints for prisoners.
The enemy general was still immersed in the underhanded move from earlier, his eyes wide. He happened to meet Luo San's gaze. "You—"
He had some impression of Luo San.
They had even drunk together once when reporting for duty at the royal capital.
Disappointed beyond measure, he shouted hoarsely, "You wretch! I actually thought you were a real man, yet you've become a bandit's running dog?"