mtl008 Chapter 115: Fight or Retreat
Chapter 115: Fight or Retreat
After discussions between Jiang Jichen, Xie Yunshan and several other generals, it was decided to station the army directly in the center of the border between Shang and Nanzhao.
The Shang Kingdom values Chongwen, and its army is far inferior to that of the Southern Zhao. As a result, up to now in the war, several cities have been occupied by the Southern Zhao.
Today is the third night of the march, and they will head to the camp tomorrow morning.
Jiang Jichen looked at the geomancy map, pushed down a flag with the stick in his hand, and asked Guan Yan, "Has the trace of the eldest prince of Shangguo not been found yet?"
Guan Yan threw the letter on the bamboo slips into the fire and said, "Your Highness, not yet."
"According to the secret source, Su Youqi's whereabouts have spread to a city at the border of Dongli and Nanzhao, and he has never been found since then."
Dongli?
Jiang Jichen paused and threw away the stick in his hand, "Send the message to the secret line, and all the people you are looking for can be retrieved."
Guan Yan: "My Lord, we are not looking for it anymore?"
"The man is in that woman's hands. There's no need to waste any more time."
"Emperor Shang raised Su Youqi as the crown prince, and everyone knows about the war between Shang and Nan Zhao."
"The country is about to be destroyed. As the eldest prince, can I stay out of the matter with my beloved and watch my father and mother commit suicide?"
The reason why the Shang country is named Shang is because of the tragic and heroic deeds of the Su family's ancestors. The blood in Su Youqi's body will never let him be a coward!
Guan Yan naturally knew who the woman the prince was talking about. He frowned and wanted to say something, "Prince, then..."
Jiang Jichen waved his hand and asked them to leave. "The most important thing now is to suppress the war first. We can discuss this matter later."
Guan Yan: “Yes.”
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On the second day, the army was reorganized. Jiang An was ordered by his old father not to leave the carriage. Xie Yunshan then followed on horseback beside the carriage with a solemn expression.
In the carriage, Tuanzi held his face with his hands, a cuju ball jingled at his feet, and he was in a daze.
When Jiang Yizhou opened the small window and saw this scene, he retched and quickly closed the window...
Every village the carriage passed by was left with only ruins, with burnt military flags still fluttering in the wind, and beneath the horses were the bodies of civilians who had fled in all directions but had not escaped the slaughter...
The wind smelled of blood and stinking corpses, and everywhere I looked was foggy, as if the sky was wailing.
Meng Buhan rode up to catch up with Jiang Jichen and rode side by side with him, "Commander, the body cannot be left like this. The weather is getting hotter and there may be a plague."
The plagues that followed the wars and disasters were even more deadly...
Jiang Jichen naturally knew this truth.
"Leave a small group of light cavalry and infantry to burn and bury the bodies."
"Remember, do not get entangled with the enemy if you encounter them."
Meng couldn't bear it: "Yes."
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When they were still ten miles away from the garrison, Jiang Jichen issued an order for the entire army to speed up its march.
Fengyang City is a border city of Nanzhao. When the King's Army of the Protectorate Kingdom arrived, a team of 3,000 Nanzhao soldiers were heading towards the direction of the Shang Kingdom.
Jiang Jichen drew out the Longyuan Sword, tightened his grip on his horse, and galloped forward with thousands of black-armored soldiers behind him.
The enemy general narrowed his eyes, ordered the troops to stop with one hand, and grasped the weapon with the other hand, with fighting spirit in his eyes.
"The entire army is on alert!"
He thought it was a surprise attack by the Shang Kingdom...
"Black armor..."
"It's Black Armor!"
The general's Adam's apple rolled, and he clenched the knife in his hand again, shouting, "Shut up!"
I'm not blind, I can't see that the Black Armor is coming!
Yellow sand swirled under the horses' hooves, and the thousand-man army forced the Nanzhao army to retreat a few steps...
The two armies were already very close, but Jiang Jichen, who was riding a horse with a sword in the front, still did not stop.
He was surrounded by a powerful aura, with the tip of his Longyuan sword pointing at General Nanzhao. His warhorse was restless, and the king's army behind him was lined up in battle formation. The fighting spirit in his eyes was enough to devour a person.
Jiang Jichen looked straight at the general and said, "Fight or retreat, your choice."
The black armor behind him echoed in unison,
"war!"
"war!"
"..."
The Nan Zhao general had never seen Jiang Jichen, but he recognized the Longyuan Sword...
His lips were dry, fear rose in his eyes, and he was hesitant.
Nan Zhao still has a chance of winning against the Shang Kingdom, but facing this living devil, they will surely die!
"Coach..."
He looked towards the source of the sound and saw the belated arrival of the King's Protectorate Army, which was like a black wave covering the sky and the earth.
"retreat!"
The general turned his horse around first, not feeling at all that there was anything shameful about being a general.
He is a living devil on the battlefield, with an army of 500,000 men under his command. Even if Emperor Nanzhao comes, he has to stand and speak!
The troops behind him turned around and ran back in a sparse manner. A few soldiers even dropped their weapons and looked miserable.
Seeing the men running away, the black-armored soldiers put away their weapons without any interest, with proud expressions on their faces.
Look at the reputation of our head coach!
After the Nanzhao army was forced to retreat by Jiang Jichen in the morning, there was no movement in Fengyang City, 20 miles away, until the evening.
The city gates were tightly closed. Occasionally, scouts rode out of the city on horseback, but they were stopped by the National Protection Army, tied to their horses and sent back to the city of Fengyang.
At midnight, the King's Guards had already set up camp, and the surroundings were bright.
Because his old father was discussing the war, Jiang An felt bored, so he looked around the camp and occasionally wanted to help with the construction.
The soldiers also doted on her and made some simple little things to amuse her in their spare time.
By the time the old father found his daughter and went back to the tent to sleep, the white and tender dumpling had turned into a dirty dumpling again.
She was dragging a knocked-out rabbit in one hand and holding a grasshopper made of grass in the other. Her skirt was dusty and she was grinning foolishly at her old father, looking like the silly son of a landlord.
Tuanzi pulled the rabbit proudly and said, "An An caught it himself~"
It ran around, so An An knocked it unconscious with one punch.
Jiang Jichen rubbed his forehead with his hand, and carried the dumpling back to the tent, feeling both amused and helpless.
"Tomorrow Dad will lead the troops out, you will follow General Xie, do you hear me?"
Tuanzi, who was standing there obediently and opening his hands to wipe his father clean, tilted his head and asked, "When will Dad come back?"
"Soon, when Dad has conquered all the cities occupied by Nan Zhao, he will be back..."
"Oh, all right~"
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After an incense stick of time, the old father pinched the white and tender face of Tuanzi, his eyebrows softened, and said, "Go to sleep..."
The lights in the tent dimmed, and the round ball on the bed poked her father.
Hey, no movement~
She got up, stretched out her fat hands, took off the string of Bodhi beads, and gestured to put it on Jiang Jichen's wrist.
It’s a pity that the beads seemed to be made specifically for her and the size was wrong…
Tuanzi sat down, sighed, and turned her eyes to look at her father's arms...
She just sneakily stuffed the cold Bodhi seeds into Jiang Jichen's underwear, but before she could even smile with satisfaction, she was pushed down by her old father who was pretending to be asleep.
He patted Tuanzi's little butt and threatened with his eyes closed, "If you don't go to sleep, there will be no rabbit legs to eat tomorrow."
An An covered her eyes with her fat hands, arched her back, and went into her father's arms, "Sleep, An An is asleep~"