"Greetings, Lord Privy Commissioner!"
Song Gongbao performed a meticulous salute. "My forces have taken the stronghold... but our losses were severe. I request permission to recuperate!"
"Denied!"
Gao Qiu waved a hand. "General Song has fought bravely. Though the army suffered a minor setback earlier, it is no great matter... As for recuperation, wait until you have captured the county seat and taken down that demonic Daoist... Oh, and one more small matter. I hear that demonic Daoist, Void Spirit Master, has some excellent Fire Jujubes. Once you capture the city, remember to present them to me! They are tribute for His Majesty!"
"My lord... my forces have truly suffered grievous casualties. Even if we are to assault the city, please allow us several days to recover first!"
Song Gongbao repeatedly knocked his head against the ground.
But Gao Qiu's expression darkened. "General Song, could it be that you intend to flee before the battle?"
The words carried killing intent. Song Gongbao shuddered and hurriedly replied, "This general would not dare!"
"Then it is settled. Tomorrow, we continue the assault on Lishui County... I shall await General Song's good news."
Gao Qiu waved him away, dismissing Song Gongbao.
For a rebel leader, being granted this much face was already quite generous.
Besides... he had vaguely caught wind of it before. To be made a duke or a marquis? Heh heh... he had not even received such honors himself! Did a mere rebel deserve them?
Wait to be posthumously honored after you die!
When a superior wanted to kill someone in the army, it was simply too easy.
As the saying went, when the sovereign wanted a minister dead, the minister had no choice but to die. Die obediently, and you were still a loyal minister, with posthumous honors awaiting you!