Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
No one was more excited than the nearby Ü-Tsang to hear of Big Dipper Great General's Geshu Han's death. For Ü-Tsang, the Big Dipper Great General and the Big Dipper City he had established in Longxi were a thorn that was deeply embedded into Ü-Tsang's side.
The prosperous Central Plains was a large granary, a reserve food supply for Ü-Tsang.
For hundreds of years, generation after generation, Ü-Tsang was accustomed to leading their horses down to the east and plundering the Great Tang to fill their stores. But when Geshu Han took command, Longxi became more prosperous than ever before, yet Ü-Tsang could only watch this 'fat sheep' get fatter, powerless to take it for themselves.
The long tradition of plunder and raiding had ceased to exist, and this was solely because of the Big Dipper Great General.
This was not because Ü-Tsang had changed its mind or suddenly found its conscience. This was a lesson paid for with the lives of several hundred thousand cavalry.
"Imperial Minister, good news! Wonderful news!
"Geshu Han is dead! He's actually dead!"
A horseman rode across the vast Tibetan Plateau, leaving a trail of dust as he galloped into the royal capital. The mounted Tibetan general excitedly waved around the letter in his hand, his face red, as he dismounted and rushed into the palace.
Ü-Tsang and the Great Tang had fought for many years, and the last few wars as of late had pushed Ü-Tsang to the brink. But now, the death of Geshu Han in Big Dipper City was like a blessing from the heavens. No one had expected to receive such a 'gift' at this time.
"Great Minister…"
But when the Tibetan general crossed the threshold and entered the main hall, he froze.
Gray smoke churned in the hall, and the various generals had all lined up in their places. It seemed as if they had all received word much earlier than he had.
But strangely, all of them were standing in silence.
"This is…"
The Tibetan general didn't know what to do, and as his mouth opened to say a few words, he was stopped by a nearby general. Following the gaze
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