Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 375 - 373 behaves

"No less than sixty thousand, and our casualties are less than five thousand?!"

All the generals present couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

Chen Mo led only fifty thousand troops, but killed more than ten thousand enemies, and our casualties were less than five thousand. He even killed the enemy leader.

If you call this a great victory, then this is indeed a great victory.

Even Feng Ji asked himself, throughout his years in the army, he had never fought such a beautiful battle.

"With such a victory, in my opinion, we should hold a celebration banquet." A general suggested.

But Chen Mo refused, citing that the enemy forces had not yet retreated.

The reason he brought Wang Mo’s head into the commander’s tent was to win the hearts of the generals and establish his own authority.

Obviously, his goal had been achieved.

...

On the other side.

The remnants of Wang Mo’s army also returned to the allied base camp.

When Zhao Lu learned that only less than thirty thousand of his hundred thousand troops returned and the rest were ambushed and killed, he was so enraged that he fainted from a fit of anger.

All the lords were greatly shocked by this.

Even when facing Huazhong’s forces at Cold Water Pass before, the casualties weren’t this high.

What’s more, at this time, it wasn’t even the vanguard army attacking the city but merely probing the situation, yet they ended up with such a result.

Zhao Jiang was also furious upon hearing this and quickly ordered Wang Mo’s personal soldiers to be brought to him. He wanted to understand exactly what happened.

When he learned that the ambush on Wang Mo was led by Chen Mo’s troops, who disguised themselves as scouts sent by Wang Mo and infiltrated deep into the vanguard army, he was indeed shocked and hugely admired Chen Mo’s audacity.

Because if they were recognized, being surrounded by a hundred thousand troops, even a First Grade Martial Artist would have no chance of escape.

Moreover, the stronger one is, typically the more they value their life and wouldn’t take such risky actions unless absolutely necessary.

Take himself, for instance, although he is a First Grade Martial Artist, he hadn’t taken action personally in a long time.

But was Chen Mo forced to the edge?

Clearly not, he could have just defended in Qinyang County, and he still had the entire Imperial Court behind him.

What puzzled Zhao Jiang even more was that Chen Mo seemed to know their troop movements.

"Could there be a spy from the other side among the allied forces?" Zhao Jiang was startled at the thought, but it wasn’t unreasonable, because the ambush wouldn’t have been so advantageous if the opposing side wasn’t aware of their troop movements.

Furthermore, they didn’t even know how many of the enemy came in this battle.

Simply put, they suffered such a huge loss yet remained unaware of the opponent’s situation.

It was truly frustrating.

The fact that Chen Mo is a First Grade Martial Artist seems certain now.

Wang Mo was about to step into the First Grade, but according to the description of his personal soldiers, he was killed by Chen Mo in less than three rounds.

Obviously, only a First Grade Martial Artist could achieve this, and not an ordinary one at that.

They could no longer send the vanguard army, only the main army could advance.

...

After the meeting, Chen Mo found someone to send Wang Mo’s head to the Capital, as it was undoubtedly a merit, and Chen Mo had to go and claim the reward.

Then Chen Mo asked someone to prepare a large bath barrel and hot water.

These trivial tasks were quickly accomplished by his subordinates.

Chen Mo dismissed his personal soldiers from outside the commander’s tent.

Looking at Jiang Ruoqing, who hadn’t yet removed her armor inside the tent, he smiled and said, "Didn’t you say you wanted to bathe? Why haven’t you taken off your armor yet?"

"You... you go out." Despite the stench of blood on her body making her extremely uncomfortable, she couldn’t bathe in front of Chen Mo.

"Haven’t I seen it all before? What’s there to be shy about? I haven’t bathed either, why don’t we do it together and save some effort," Chen Mo teased.

Jiang Ruoqing bit her lip, glared at him, and said nothing.

"Alright, alright, I’ll go out." Chen Mo had promised to respect her yesterday, so since she was unwilling, he didn’t force it and left the commander’s tent.

Seeing Chen Mo leave the commander’s tent so readily, Jiang Ruoqing felt a bit unaccustomed. She thought it would take more effort.

But thinking back to what Chen Mo said last night, Jiang Ruoqing felt warmth in her heart and began to remove her armor.

Outside, Chen Mo had no intention of peeking, waiting honestly outside.

The conditions in the camp were harsh, and Jiang Ruoqing was worried someone might return looking for Chen Mo, so she didn’t wash as thoroughly as she usually did, but quickly washed before getting on the bed and calling Chen Mo in.

Chen Mo entered the commander’s tent to find Jiang Ruoqing had folded his Celestial Spirit Heart Guard Armor and cloak neatly beside her, dressed only in a sheer gauze dress, kneeling and lying on the bedspread. Under the candlelight, the dress revealed a hint of spring, making Chen Mo’s eyes heat up and amazed at Jiang Ruoqing’s sudden tenderness.

Even making the bed...

Hearing the movement, Jiang Ruoqing quickly turned around, her face flushed red, and covered herself with the blanket to prevent Chen Mo from seeing more.

Chen Mo chuckled, had the water changed, and after bathing, like a hungry wolf pouncing its prey, he pressed Jiang Ruoqing beneath him: "You little demon, tonight I’ll definitely fight you for three hundred rounds."

Jiang Ruoqing did not refuse, only blushing said, "Aren’t you tired after fighting all day?"

"With such beauty in front, no amount of tiredness would feel tiring." Chen Mo raised his hand and pinched her bun, not in a hurry to consume her, but grabbed Jiang Ruoqing’s delicate feet to play with.

When she noticed Chen Mo wanted to kiss again, Jiang Ruoqing quickly said, "Don’t... it’s dirty."

Jiang Ruoqing couldn’t understand why he liked her... feet so much.

Or perhaps it was just his unique preference...

Actually, Chen Mo didn’t have a foot fetish; it was nurtured after seeing too many beautiful feet.

And Jiang Ruoqing had the most beautiful feet among all of Chen Mo’s women, like exquisitely carved warm jade, captivating at first sight, irresistible once handled.

Moreover, under the cleansing of True Qi, they were guaranteed impeccably clean.

"I don’t mind," Chen Mo said.

Jiang Ruoqing’s face instantly flushed red, almost hot enough to fry an egg.

But soon she knew not whether to feel shame or anger because after Chen Mo kissed her foot, he quickly moved to her lips.

"You’re so annoying," Jiang Ruoqing tried to push Chen Mo away, saying, "It smells bad."

"It’s your own foot, and you despise it?" Chen Mo wouldn’t let go; instead, he held her face, kissing her even more fervently.

Jiang Ruoqing just felt a strong sense of shame overwhelming her, but under Chen Mo’s passionate invasion, she soon became dizzy and confused.

Just as she was ready to allow Chen Mo to do as he pleased.

He suddenly propped himself up, leisurely gazing at her, examining every inch of her skin.

"Don’t... don’t look." Jiang Ruoqing covered her front but found her hands unable to cover and so covered her eyes, typical of covering one’s ears while stealing a bell.

Chen Mo couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Ruoqing was still so cute in this regard.

Chen Mo rolled over and sat beside her, patting Ruoqing’s thigh, "Be good, turn over and lie down."

PS: Happy Qixi Festival to everyone!