The Human Emperor (200-400)

C219: King Sosurim

The assault that night had caused a minimum of fifty deaths each for the four peaks of Kunwu Training Camp. As for Shenwei and Longwei, their death tolls were similar. The trainees’ deaths added up to a hulking sum of more than five hundred. With so many recruits dying in the battle, the damage caused by the assailants was tremendous!

Yet, the lord before him said that this number was within the acceptable range for the death quota!

In an instant, the young man felt a cold shiver run down his spine.

The existence of the death quota was no secret at all, but he had always thought it would just be a maximum of twenty or thirty. However, from the looks of things now, he had severely underestimated it.

For some reason, when the lord he respected from the bottom of his heart spoke these words, he suddenly felt incomparably terrified.

“The will of the heavens was indeed scary!”

(The emperor is known as the Son of Heavens)

This was the only thought he had in his mind now.

“… What the royal court needs are wolves; not sheep! In this, I share the same thoughts as His Majesty. War isn’t a game. Our actions may seem callous to you, but in both His Majesty and my eyes, this is already utmost benevolence.”

That lord’s voice sounded from the darkness.

“A hundred master archers, a few hundred Goguryeon warriors, and a handful of Turk wolves… This is nothing compared to what awaits them on the callous battlefield. If they cannot even survive this ordeal, then they are even less likely to survive on future battlefields!”

“Dying here is at least much better than dying on the battlefield. At the very least, their corpses will be intact and they will be buried here!”

“The faster they understand their situation, the faster they will learn. This is the reason why His Majesty and I allowed the enemy to attack as they please. Even though more than five hundred recruits died in the Three Great Training Camps today, more of them will remember today and survive future battlefields!”

“This is a lesson that His Majesty and I are conducting for them!”

The lord’s words were calm and confident.

“You know that Zhao Qianqiu requested some tigers from His Majesty to teach his students a precious lesson, right?”

“AH!”

The latter was astonished.

“These are the ‘tigers’ that we prepared for all of the recruits!”

That figure spoke with a deep tone, and the young man found himself unable to utter a single word in response.

“Report!”

As the conversation lulled, a voice suddenly came from the surrounding forest, breaking the silence. A heavily-armored Imperial Army commander stepped forward from the lush woodland with widened strides. Strong bloodthirst emanated from his body.

A gust of mountain wind blew past. Even before he could reach them, the duo could already smell an overwhelming stench of blood wafting from him.

“Reporting to the two lords, all of the Goguryeons and Turks have been cleared. Other than a single Goguryeon who managed to escape our encirclement, not another one remains!”

The Imperial Army commander kneeled forcefully to the ground; viscous blood dripped down from the gaps in his armor, staining the grass crimson.

This battle had ended much faster than anyone could have expected. Six Imperial Army regiments had worked together, and under such might, no one could survive. The Goguryeon and Turk master archers had barely begun to retaliate before they were cleared out entirely.