In the morning, more than 5,000 people came to Anyang with ragged clothes, but they walked in a neat and uniform manner, and they were the real elites; the leader was Fu Minghui. After several days of traveling, Fu Minghui finally arrived in Anyang with the remaining 5,000 elites.
Along the way, because of Xiao Liming's coup and the northern expedition of Xiao and Tang to Cai, Fu Minghui and his party unexpectedly got out of Tianfeng Ridge smoothly without even a fight. The mercenary group that received the mission was so happy that they almost rolled over. This mission was so worth it.
However, of the nearly 6,000 soldiers, many of them left the team because they were tired of war or missed home. But more than 5,000 people still came to Anyang - this is Anyang! Most of the soldiers' eyes lit up when they heard that they were going to Anyang. Along the way, they had heard too many wonders about Anyang.
But after arriving in Anyang, looking at the tall buildings and the completely unfamiliar scene, Fu Minghui suddenly didn't know how to go. This seemed to be a completely unfamiliar world!
Suddenly Fu Minghui stopped and saw dozens of young officers standing neatly in front of him.
An officer at the front was quite excited: "General, you are finally here!"
"Wang Mingxiang, you..." Fu Minghui was stunned, and then his eyes showed a waterfall of joy. These people were the generals of the Imperial Guards who were captured by the State of Cai. Later, Fu Minghui and Li Xian wanted these people, but Li Xian evaded them with the excuse that "all of them died in the battle". Now, after four years, they finally met again.
After a pause, Fu Minghui said hesitantly, "How many of you are there now?"
The soldiers finally fell silent, and Wang Mingxiang spoke up, "There are still more than 10,000 people. At the beginning, more than 20,000 of us were captured, and more than 8,000 died from abuse. Twelve thousand four hundred and twenty-two were redeemed by the virtuous king, but later more than 1,200 died from serious injuries. Later, due to continuous fighting in Anyang, more than 1,000 were killed or injured. Now, there are still 10,748 people, but only more than 8,400 are alive, and the rest are disabled. But the virtuous king treats us well, and all disabled soldiers are provided with opportunities to practice; as long as they enter the Nascent Soul stage in the future, they will have a chance to regenerate their limbs."
Fu Minghui said sadly: "It is my incompetence that has caused everyone to suffer so much."
"Don't blame the general!" Wang Mingxiang's tone suddenly became a little angry: "It's Xia Xu's fault. But Xia Xu also got his retribution. Humph, Xia Xu is now also worried about his life. General, you didn't see that although the virtuous king gave Xia Xu some care for the sake of the princess (Xia Qingqing), the business run by Xia Xu didn't even have any customers. Ha, it's your own fault! By the way, general, the virtuous king knew that you would be coming in the next few days, so he specially gave us a half-month vacation. General and all the brothers, come to our place to rest."
When Fu Minghui heard this, he suddenly laughed, "Does the wise king want you to win me over as well?"
“General, you are really smart…” Wang Mingxiang seemed a little embarrassed, but he still explained: “General, serving as a soldier here is very well paid. There are some things I cannot tell you, but among the more than 10,000 people here, at least 5,000 of them are in the middle stage of foundation building; almost all of them are in the foundation building stage.”