I summon all the famous generals in history in another world

Chapter 1050 Qujiang Navy
"Jiang Chen, Yun Renzhi!"

Yang Jian suddenly turned around, and his black cloak rolled up a storm of ambergris.

"The chief general Wu Tiansheng under the command of Xuanyuan Bandit Leader is extremely brave. I need the two of you to follow me to stop Xuanyuan Po's lone army from advancing deep into the enemy territory."

He glanced at the two generals who were bowing their heads first, and pointed his finger at the word "Shenjing" on the sand table.

"The general will get the order!"

Jiang Chen and Yun Renzhi looked at each other and agreed in unison. The heavy black iron armor hit the golden nanmu screen, making a buzzing sound.

"Kuro!"

"I will entrust Lintong to you. If you don't hear from us in three days..."

Yang Jian suddenly called Yu Juluo who was about to leave. He personally held the tiger talisman in front of the old general, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the coiled dragon pattern.

"Duke!"

"Even if I have to sacrifice my life, I will never let those rebels get past Lintong!"

Yu Juluo suddenly knelt on one knee, his silver beard fluttering like a flag in the morning breeze.

As he spoke, he suddenly drew out his sword "Yonglie", and with a flash of cold light, the sand table on the table was split in half.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Yang Jian said "OK" three times in a row. He suddenly picked up the wine jar, and the dark red wine rolled down his Adam's apple, leaving bloodstains on his black official robe.

"After we defeat the rebels, I will drink to celebrate with you all!"

As he spoke, he suddenly threw the wine jar heavily to the ground. The celadon fragments flew everywhere. Suddenly, a horn sounded outside the window. It was a signal that the Daxuan army in Lintong City was gathering urgently.

"Everyone, just watch this wonderful show of 'catching a turtle in a jar'!"

Yang Jian turned around with a flick of his sleeves, and his dark cloak swept the remaining chess pieces on the table, and the black and white chess pieces rolled all over the room.

"Oh, Hu Chen (Yang Lin's name), just wait, I will use the blood of the rebels to build a Jingguan for you!"

"Someone, take my golden armor!"

Yang Jian suddenly ripped open his clothes, revealing the dense knife marks on the chain mail underneath.

"My Lord, are you going to lead the army in person?"

Han Qinhu's hand holding the golden armor suddenly stopped.

"if not?"

Yang Jian put on the golden armor and let his personal guards tighten his leather belt.

"Xuanyuan Po dared to bet his life on Chi You, so why can't I take a bigger gamble?"

He suddenly grabbed the tiger talisman on the table, and a golden light flashed, leaving a bloody mark on the palm of his hand.

"Order all the troops to break camp immediately! Let's go meet the heroic leader of Southern Xinjiang and see whether his Great Wilderness Barbarian Cavalry is stronger or our Xiaoguo Army and Xuanming Iron Cavalry are more powerful!"

Suddenly, there was a rumble like muffled thunder outside the tent. Yang Jian paused and suddenly opened the tent curtain.

I saw a beam of fire rising from the southeast, dyeing half of the sky into a strange purple-red color.

That was the beacon fire of the Qujiang defense line, the alarm bell that Yang Lin sounded with the Dragon Prisoner Rod, and the most critical moment in the southern part of Daxuan since the founding of the country.

"My Lord, it's raining...it's raining."

At this time, a personal guard beside Yang Jian suddenly said in a trembling voice.

Yang Jian looked up and saw that the heavy snow had turned into blood-red raindrops, which made a crackling sound when they fell on his golden armor.

He suddenly remembered the information about the Jiuli tribe, a large southern barbarian tribe mentioned in the intelligence. Has such a strange blood rain ever fallen on the altar of the Jiuli tribe?
"Ask the kitchen camp to make some ginger soup."

Yang Jian released the tiger talisman on his palm and allowed his personal guards to wrap his bleeding palm with white cloth.

Han Qinhu wanted to persuade him again, but he saw Yang Jian had already climbed onto his horse. "Where is Xuanming's cavalry?!"

The old Duke, in golden armor and red robe, looked like a god descending from heaven in the blood rain. He suddenly raised his whip and pointed it to the southeast, with the sound shaking all around.

"exist!"

The response was like a tsunami, startling the birds sleeping in the forest. The 30,000 cavalrymen in Lintong City drew their swords at the same time, and the bright light of their swords made the sky and the earth look pale.

"Follow me - crush the rebels!"

Yang Jian rode out of the gate on his horse, and the black horse under him raised its hooves and neighed loudly.

Behind him, Jiang Chen's Blood Feast of Ten Thousand Corpses spear pierced through the rain curtain. Behind him, thirty black battle flags of the Xuanming Cavalry, the elite cavalry of the Great Xuan Dynasty, fluttered in the wind. The Jiaozi beasts embroidered with gold thread on the flags were baring their fangs and claws in the blood rain.

Inside the Marshal's Mansion, Yu Juluo looked at Yang Jian's receding back, suddenly grabbed the jar of wine on the table and drank it down.

"Go, tell those sour scholars in the Ministry of Works to tighten the strings of the crossbows! When the Duke defeats the rebels, I will use the heads of those rebels defeated by Xuanyuan as my chamber pots!"

The spicy wine dripped down his beard. He raised his hand and wiped it with his sleeve, then turned and grinned at the messenger.

At the same time, on the official road thirty miles away from Lintong, Xuanyuan Po was leaning in the chariot and playing with the snake-shaped golden ring.

"Huang Mei, do you think Yang Jian is cursing his mother right now?"

He suddenly lifted the car curtain, looked at the bloody rain in the sky and chuckled.

Outside the chariot, Huang Mei stood holding an umbrella, and blood rain condensed into beads on his dark yellow armor engraved with a picture of monsters devouring Buddha.

"The Duke should be cursing Chi You."

In his other hand, he held a short, soft mace and swung it gently, outlining the outline of the Qujiang defense line in the air.

"Oh?"

Xuanyuan Po Guang waved his sleeves lightly, and the chessboard on the table suddenly floated up, and the black and white pieces automatically arranged into a large map of mountains and rivers.

"Because Chi You's demon soldiers are gnawing at the city wall of his cousin Yang Lin."

"And you, the leader of the anti-king alliance, are gnawing at his heart."

Huang Mei laughed loudly, and suddenly, the jade carving representing Qujiang City exploded.

Xuanyuan Po clapped his hands and laughed, and the snake-shaped golden rings jingled.

"Then let the storm come even harder."

He suddenly stopped smiling, and the gloom in his eyes was thicker than the blood-red clouds in the sky.

"Pass the order, all troops, speed up! Within three days, I want to see the top of the city wall of Shenjing's dangerous pass!"

He pressed down hard with his fingertips, and the black piece representing Lintong on the chessboard suddenly burst into a blue flame.

Not long after, veteran Sang Qingyu led dozens of warships and three main tower ships to Qujiang City, and then looked at the empty Qujiang city wall.

When Sang Qingyu stood on the deck of the flagship "Canglang", the bloody rain was gradually stopping.

Tiny water droplets condensed on the old general's silver beard, which looked like pine needles covered with morning dew. He squinted his eyes and looked at the misty river surface in front of him. The Canglang Spear in his hand suddenly vibrated and hummed - this magical weapon that had accompanied him in battles for forty years was expressing his anxiety in a unique way.

"What a barbarian villain! He knows how to choose the right time to withdraw his troops."

The old man sneered, and his black cloak fluttered in the wind.

The three main ships behind him were like sleeping prehistoric beasts, looming in the mist. The leftmost ship, the Pojun, was completely black, with a ferocious Kuilong pattern carved on the bow. The armor-piercing crossbows on both sides of the deck glowed with a cold blue light. These 360 ​​chain crossbows could pour out thousands of iron arrows in a cup of tea, and even a dragon would be pierced into a sieve.

The "Black Turtle" in the middle has a completely different look. The whole ship is covered with indigo scales, and a closer look reveals that it is made up of countless pieces of black iron tortoise shells.

The most amazing thing about this ship is that it has thirty-six hidden water gates at the bottom of the ship. When in distress, it can instantly release the thousand-pound mercury gates. No matter how strong the body of Jiuli Demon is, he will be trapped at the bottom of the river and fed to turtles.

As for the "Chi Chi" on the right, the cinnabar-painted dragon pattern on the sail became brighter in the rain. The nine bronze thunder and fire cannons at the stern, which were made using the secret technique of the Mohist school of thought, were spewing out green smoke, with traces of burns still remaining on the muzzles, obviously having just experienced a fierce battle.

(End of this chapter)