Xu Xiao fought their way through the Yang Wenguang, searching as they went.
Unlike in TV dramas where the army commander walks at the forefront, in real military campaigns, the commander-in-chief is always hidden in the central command.
Moreover, because there are martial arts masters in the Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils World, assassinations often occur, so military commanders usually hide very well.
There are plenty of fake tents and fake palaces; the only way to tell the difference is by observing the movement of the army.
And this was precisely the purpose for which Xu Xiao brought Yang Wenguang along.
While shouting Xu Xiao's orders in the air in Liaoning language, Yang Wenguang kept a close eye on the movements of the troops.
As the saying goes, the higher you stand, the farther you can see; indeed, flying in the air allows you to see many things that are not visible from the land.
For example, at this moment, after seeing that many defeated soldiers were intentionally or unintentionally avoiding the valley, Yang Wenguang had roughly guessed where the enemy's general was.
"Sir, let's go a little that way. If I'm not mistaken, there are definitely several high-ranking officers in that direction."
Yang Wenguang pointed to a valley, which was one of the key routes for the Liao army to attack Yanmen Pass, and could be considered a place where the overall situation could be controlled.
Putting myself in his shoes, if he were in charge, this place would definitely be a hub he chose.
I wonder if we can capture Yelü Hongji, the commander of the Liao army, here in one fell swoop.
Xu Xiao didn't say anything after hearing Yang Wenguang's words, he just nodded and turned away.
"Then let's go and see for ourselves. Even if we don't catch any big fish, killing a couple of small ones will do. We need to terrify them so they'll never dare to invade the Great Song again."
"Keep a close eye on things, and investigate any suspicious areas."
"Yes, sir! Your Excellency is mighty!!"
Xu Xiao's words, brimming with murderous intent, stirred Yang Wenguang's blood, and the compliment came from the heart.
Since the founding of the Zhao dynasty, the policy of valuing civil officials and suppressing military officials has always been to promote civil officials and suppress military officials, making life quite difficult for these military generals.
Victory brings no reward, a wrong move results in punishment, and one must always act subservient to civil officials to receive supplies.
It's impossible not to feel aggrieved.
But this brief encounter with Xu Xiao has left Yang Wenguang feeling quite pleased.
Although their methods were somewhat cruel, they weren't killing Han Chinese, but rather Liaodong dogs.
Aside from feeling a bit nauseous at first, Yang Wenguang now felt incredibly satisfied watching the flying blades slice Liao soldiers into pieces.
He only regretted not having the other's abilities, otherwise he too would have been able to wreak havoc on the battlefield.
A true hero, sword in hand, is meant to slay bandits and traitors. What does it matter if millions of corpses lie in wait, as long as he can protect his people?
The Liao people frequently invaded the border, Carnage border residents and caravans, and committing all sorts of atrocities, including rape and plunder.
Now, it's time for them to get their comeuppance.
Xu Xiao led Yang Wenguang straight down into the valley from mid-air, and soon they saw several military tents.
Moreover, next to the tent stood the shaman banner of the Yelü tribe, which belonged to the Liao royal family.
"My lord, it seems we've found a big fish! This is the royal banner of the Yelü clan; it must be either Yelü Hongji or one of his brothers or uncles!"
Yang Wenguang laughed heartily, and Xu Xiao beside him nodded in agreement.
At the same time, many Khitan warriors emerged from the tents below.
One by one, strong and powerful men held longbows weighing dozens of stones, and they all drew their bows, nocked arrows, and aimed at Xu Xiao and his companion in mid-air.
"Another bunch of fools who overestimated themselves and came here to die!"
The long sword on Xu Xiao's back formed a winch and flew out again, churning the incoming rain of arrows into wood chips and turning the warriors below into mud.
However, to confirm who they had caught, Xu Xiao did not destroy the entire tent area, but instead used his Telekinesis to blow all the tents away.
Without the tent's cover, everyone inside was exposed to Xu Xiao's view.
They were all high-ranking generals in full armor, which perfectly matched Yang Wenguang's description of a "big fish".
These people were still somewhat confused. They only knew that the vanguard had collapsed, but they didn't know the specifics of what had happened.
The Khitan warriors who were guarding them went out and then fell silent, followed by the tent being ripped open.
At this moment, these guys stared blankly at the two Song people flying high in the sky, their minds in complete disarray.
"This... this... how can people from the Song Dynasty fly!"
Several Liao generals felt their worldview collapsing, and at the same time noticed the scattered pieces of flesh outside.
The pungent smell of blood filled their nostrils, and even these so-called important figures were horrified by the gruesome scene.
" Yang Wenguang, ask them who they are. If they don't cooperate, kill them all."
Xu Xiao spoke coldly, while the winch made of two long swords continued to rotate and hover beside the group of generals.
The howling wind carried specks of blood onto the faces of the Khitan generals, and none of them dared to move.
"Understood."
Yang Wenguang started speaking in Liaoning dialect, babbling on and on, and soon the people below began to make a fuss.
Two people, visibly agitated, stepped forward, pointing at Xu Xiao and his companion as they spoke. The next second, they were hacked to pieces by a flying longsword.
Such a direct impact immediately silenced the people.
"My lord, these are high-ranking generals of the Liao, in charge of commanding this route. The one in the middle is Yelü Hongji's uncle, Yelü Gada."
Yang Wenguang pointed to the middle-aged man who was being subtly protected in the center by the crowd, thus revealing his identity.
" Yelü Hongji's uncle, that's right. Then it seems he should know where Yelü Hongji is."
Xu Xiao nodded, then the blade sliced through, and a moment later, only Yelü Gada remained standing.
His hero is my enemy.
These are all high-ranking generals of the Liao; none of them can be let go.
Standing in a pool of blood, with bits of flesh and organs still clinging to his body, Yelü Gada trembled like a leaf after seeing the ruthlessness of the Song people in the sky.
Knowing that the other party must have some ulterior motive for keeping him here, he reminded himself that ending things now was the best way to help the Liao.
But alas, his hands and legs were weak, and having lived a life of luxury, he clearly couldn't bring himself to commit suicide.
With a 'thud,' Yelü Gada knelt on the ground, prostrating himself, in accordance with the highest rites for worshipping the God.
He spoke some difficult and obscure Chinese:
"Angels, spare me! Angels, spare me!"
"Haha! So the Yelü family has finally met its match!"
Yang Wenguang was overjoyed when he saw this.
This was the uncle of the Liao emperor, a powerful Liao king, yet he was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.
Although the person kneeling was Xu Xiao, he felt honored to be kneeling alongside Xu Xiao.
Xu Xiao, on the other hand, didn't react much. There were plenty of people kneeling before him, including nobles and royalty, so one more member of the Khitan royal family wouldn't make a difference.
" Yang Wenguang, ask him if he wants to live. If he does, tell us Yelü Hongji's location," Xu Xiao said.
You'll have to search slowly; it could take forever. Three hundred thousand troops are spread out across these mountains—it's truly a sea of people.
However, this esteemed member of the Khitan royal family before him was clearly a good starting point; he was absolutely aware of the specific deployment of the 300,000-strong army.
The higher the position and power of a person, the more severe the consequences of their betrayal.