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Chapter 315: Li Guanyi's Top Corps (asking for monthly votes)

Nangong Wumeng noticed Pojun's emotional fluctuations and was slightly puzzled.

Pojun held the tea calmly, gritting his teeth.

Damn, what an oversight!

The purple-eyed strategist gritted his teeth, he never expected that he would arrive in the Western Regions ahead of time, which was in line with the strategic arrangement, but the white-haired man came with his lord.

Yaoguang, the Yaoguang of this generation is really despicable.

Could it be that I am going to lose the battle among stargazing schools throughout the ages?

Pojun had previously written letters to the old guys in his lineage to brag about his victory and had started drinking to celebrate early on. If he had lost, who knows how these old guys would have laughed at him.

Wait a moment……

If possible, I could use my loss as bait to lure them out.

Isn’t that a good thing?
So even though I lost to the despicable white-haired guy, I didn't let those old guys laugh at me, so it wasn't considered a big loss.

Um……?
Did I lose or did I win?
Po Jun seemed to be thinking about something. He took a sip of tea, his frowning brows relaxed, and he said, "...In this case, if she is here, the lord's location can be determined, and it will also be easier for us to go there."

"Miss Nangong, please sit down for a moment. It will take some time for Qibili and his men to integrate their forces."

Nangong Wumeng nodded.

She was still a little worried about Li Guanyi.

After all, the situation is different from that in Jiangnan. Without a large army by their side, the famous generals can only display their personal bravery, which is not much different from the heroes and strong men in the world. They cannot show their courage and means to swallow up the world like a tiger.

Golden Scimitar Cavalry?

I don’t know what level of war group in the Central Plains it can reach.

Nangong Wumeng still has some pride in the Central Plains and Tiance Mansion in his heart.

And she soon witnessed the speed at which the [Golden Scimitar Cavalry] gathered. The sound of war drums came from outside, along with the solemn drumbeats, followed by the sound of horse hooves and the friction of swords. Apart from this, there was no other noise, and no sound of people talking to each other.

After thirty beats of war drums, the tent for entertaining guests was opened.

In the desert wind, Qibili walked in wearing armor from the Western Regions.

What he wore was not like the heavy and solemn armor of the Iron Pagoda of the grassland, like that of a steel statue, nor was it like the armor of the Central Plains' heavy cavalry, whose armor was both exquisite and powerful in defense.

It is light armor, with armor plates that are only one-third the thickness of heavy armor. Tanned leather is combined together to form such a simple armor that can cover the vital parts of the body, but it also reduces the impact on the charging speed of the warhorse to the extreme.

It has a cloak and a hood, adapted to the special climate and terrain of the Western Regions.

He did not carry a shield, lance, or bow and arrows, only a large scimitar with a special shape, exaggerated curvature and sharpness, which exuded a sharp and chilling aura. Nangong Wumeng was born in the underworld, but he had experienced the entire Jiangnan pacification campaign and several major battles afterwards, and was very familiar with the military group.

Such armament and such style reveal an unspeakable danger.

After lifting the curtain that blocked the wind and sand, he saw that two thousand soldiers had gathered.

Every member has the aura of entry level.

They all carry a grim look of being accustomed to killing, as well as a solemn spirit. During the chaotic times in the Central Plains, there are detailed standards for judging the legions. If one looks at the bravery of an individual, the civilian laborers and civilian servants who were recruited from the people are not considered a good group.

These cannot be considered as warriors in the war, but only as consumables.

Being pushed to the front, resisting the arrows falling like rain, is used to consume the enemy's arrows and weapons. In this turbulent and chaotic world, every country can easily pull out 100,000 or even more such "armies".

For an army like this, even if 100,000 people were killed or wounded, those so-called heroes would not even frown.

Better than these are the standing armies in different cities.

They have also practiced martial arts and know some hunting skills, so they will not collapse at the first blow. Most of them are young and strong, and can be considered a third-line army. Such an army is the foundation. Many of the young and strong in it can be transferred out of the city and join a stronger army after training, accumulating merits and breathing in internal energy.

For a corps like this, the loss of one hundred thousand men would be painful even for Chen Dingye.

But the empire was not seriously damaged by this.

After that were the border troops. Like the deserters that Li Guanyi had killed outside Guanyi City, they were fierce and brave, and almost all of them had practiced internal skills and generated internal energy. The sergeant who commanded the five of them was already a martial artist who had entered the country, and there was internal energy flowing in and out of his sword.

This is the second-line corps. If the second-line corps loses 100,000 soldiers, it will make big countries like Chen and Ying change their strategic policies and choose to lie dormant in the corresponding direction, just like the battle to pacify Jiangnan.

This was because Li Guanyi followed Wen Lingjun's strategy and released most of the captives, winning the hearts and minds of the people throughout the country, but without actually causing bloodshed between the two countries.

And what was presented to Nangong Wumeng at this moment was something beyond this——

Frontline regiment.

Each of them was a brave and valiant man, each of them possessed entry-level martial arts, and they were led by famous generals. She looked at the solemn golden scimitar cavalry——

Each of them had a fierce look, wearing light armor made of leather and metal, with a scimitar without a scabbard on their waist, and standing beside them were all tall war horses.

In the entire Qilin Army, only the 500 heavy cavalry of Yue Family Army directly under Ling Pingyang can have such bravery. Such people are the absolute core force of the world. A famous general has only a few hundred people under his command. Once they are lost, even the heroes of the time will lose their morale completely.

Once the losses of such a top-notch combat group exceed 100,000, even big countries like Chen and Ying may choose to consider moving the capital. As for the head of the country, he can consider choosing a posthumous title such as Ai or Yang for himself.

This was the case with the overlord’s first three thousand disciples.

And at this moment, there are already two thousand people here.

Qibili looked at Nangong Wumeng and said, "We need to leave one thousand men behind to protect the tribe. The maximum number of men we can mobilize is only these two thousand. This is the last glory of the Nine Clans of Tiele, and it is also the agreement between me and my lord."

He patted the strange beast beside him. The horse had dragon scales and sharp teeth in its mouth. Its breath was fiery. Qibi said, "The golden scimitar cavalry, which has been buried in the dust of time, last appeared in the era of the Tuyuhun King, but it was only a moment of glory."

"Now, it's time for us to wash away the shame."

He turned and looked at the two thousand golden scimitar cavalrymen, his eyes sparkling, and said loudly:
"Everyone, in the past two years, I have brought you back from different places."

"We follow the techniques left by our ancestors to constantly hone our bodies. We swing our swords in the wind and sand, and we trek through the desert. Our purpose is not to sleep here, but to make the Western Regions sing the names of our ancestors again."

"We want the light of the golden scimitar to resound through the heavens and the earth once again."

"Spread the glory of Qilin to every corner of the desert!"

He raised the sharp scimitar in his hand and shouted solemnly: "Tie Le will win!"

The Golden Scimitar Cavalry responded loudly: "Long live the general!"

Qibili jumped on his horse and shouted again:

"The Qilin Army will win!!!"

This time, there was the sound of the scimitar being raised, so solemn and sharp that the sun in the sky and the desert on the earth seemed to be reflected on the edge of the blade, like a brilliant piece of gold, and the shouts of the warriors seemed to break through the sky:

"May your majesty win!"

The air was solemn and murderous, with two thousand sharp scimitars standing up like a forest rising into the sky in the desert. The solemn and murderous aura was so overwhelming that Nangong Wumeng's heart beat faster and his scalp felt tingling.

The intelligence is wrong!

Nangong Wumeng immediately noticed this fatal problem -

In the intelligence systems of countries all over the world, Qibili of the Tiele tribe was a brave general, but he lacked sufficient command ability and inspiring personal charm. He was just a brave general who charged into the battle and could not become a great commander.

But at this moment, the morale of the Golden Scimitar Cavalry was so high, which proved that this Qibi Li, who was born in the Western Regions, was not just as presented in the intelligence.

Are you...hiding your incompetence?
Nangong Wumeng finally understood.

"The Golden Scimitar Cavalry was reunited and trained in the past two years. It is difficult for them to have such a fierce aura, but the situation in the Western Region has been deteriorating in the past two years. The old nobles, the Dangxiang State, Lu Youxian of Chen State, the Duke of Ying State, and the Wolf King."

"Even the Demon Sect and the Buddhist Sect, these forces are entangled with each other, fighting and killing everywhere. According to the style of the Western Desert, it is reasonable to hire tribal warriors to protect their own city-states."

"Over the years, Tiele's golden scimitar cavalry has also been honed through actual combat."

Amid the cold and peaceful voice, the armored strategist Po Jun also mounted his horse.

Nangong Wumeng saw that the mighty Qibili suddenly panicked and said, "Mr. Pojun, we can go there for this kind of thing. You should just wait for us here!"

Po Jun said impatiently: "What are you waiting for?!"

"My lord is deeply trapped in the evil scheme of that white-haired man, how can I wait?!"

The Golden Scimitar Cavalrymen were speechless for a moment when they saw the tactician's violent appearance. This gentleman's martial arts skills were not bad, as he had the inner strength of the second level, but he was really bad in fighting.

There is no need to be a golden scimitar sergeant with second-level martial arts.

A mature ordinary golden scimitar cavalryman can rely on his swordsmanship, warhorse and training to defeat a strategist who is one level higher than him.

But despite this, this strategist has a strange passion for hand-to-hand combat, and he seems to never get tired of it.

This is the most troublesome thing for the brave and fearless Qibi Li.

Finally, he couldn't resist and still gave Pojun a set of armor. Qibili told the teacher to stay with his team before he dispatched his troops. The Golden Scimitar Cavalry ran at a very fast speed. With two thousand people and four thousand horses, they basically planned to change horses constantly to maintain the horsepower and move forward at high speed.

Pojun wrote a letter and asked Nangong Wumeng, a man of the world, to rush over and give it to his lord in advance. He and Qibili led the golden scimitar cavalry. The yellow sand was endless and the desert was vast. Pojun looked at the sky from afar and exhaled.

"Another year has passed, my lord, and we are finally reunited."

A smile appeared on the young strategist's face.

He thought about it, and used his stargazing skills. As expected, he could vaguely see the traces of stars. They were left by Yaoguang, pointing to the direction of the large army and Li Guanyi.

A smile appeared on Pojun's face.

"really."

"Did you also guess that I would go, Yaoguang?"

"My lord, you are the only one who is worthy of being my opponent. In this battle of the stargazing lineage, hehe, you will definitely lose!"

Pojun clenched his fist confidently.

………………

After more than ten days of trekking.

Li Guanyi's team has arrived at the place where the eldest lady Xue Shuangtao's land deed is located. Standing on a high ground and looking over, they can see the small town. It is called a small town, but the Western Region is vast and sparsely populated, so the town is not large.

The large army was recuperating here, and Changsun Wuchou had already gone to the town with the land deed. There was no need for Li Guanyi to do such things personally. Moreover, before joining the Qilin Army, Changsun Wuchou was also a traveling merchant, stirring up the situation in the Western Regions.

The goshawk was circling in the sky, making loud eagle calls.

Pan Wanxiu is determining the structure of this town.

"The city wall is ten feet high and made of rammed earth and bricks. Rather than defending against attacks, it is more to protect against the wind and sand and wolves in the desert. The houses inside are not high, basically only one floor. The surrounding area is not a sand structure, but a wasteland terrain."

"But there is a river flowing through, and an oasis that is neither too big nor too small."

"We use this oasis to cultivate crops. We grow wheat from the Western Regions. There are a lot of melons and fruits. The cattle and sheep livestock farming is average, and the population is not too large."

Gongsun Huai scratched his white hair and said, "The city defense is very poor, almost non-existent. There are not even any rotating crossbows or repeating crossbows on such a high wall. A rammed earth wall of this width can be shot through directly with a siege crossbow."

"But alas, that thing is too big."

"The ancient red dragon refuses to cooperate, so there's no way to bring it here."

He was still feeling melancholy because the Ancient Red Dragon was unwilling to bring more mechanisms with him. Li Guanyi smiled and thought about how to settle everyone in this city. This was actually a rather troubling problem.

They passed through different cities along the way, partly for supplies and partly for investigation.

He and Fan Qing will enter different cities.

In this era, the city-states in the Western Regions have a "feature" that is very different from the Central Plains and must be tasted -

Slave trading market.

People were only wearing tattered cloth, curled up in iron cages and sold, with cattle and sheep next to them. Every time Fan Qing and Li Guanyi passed through a city, they would bring out many people, from the slums and the slave market.

The military pay that Huyan Yinshi brought to the front line of Huyan’s army.

It was spent almost like running water.

The financial situation of Qin Wuhou was getting worse day by day.

When we finally arrived at the town, the population exceeded 10,000 people and there were thousands of cattle and sheep.

There are still three pounds of gold left.

Yes, the only thing left was Huyan Yinshi’s beautifully carved golden scimitar.

The rest are all gone.

Li Guanyi looked at the sky, speechless.

He really wanted to pull the collar of the most beautiful girl in the world, shake her hard and then question her - No, Nangong!

Are you serious?

Thirty years of wealth!

Li Guanyi pursed his lips, turned around, and saw a dark-skinned man guarding him. Seeing him looking at him, he smiled a mixture of awe and respect -

Perhaps those heroes in the Western Regions followed the trend of Buddhism to fool the people.

The people of the Western Regions at this time were extremely superstitious.

The people in the Central Plains emphasize a universal belief. In people's homes, the Bodhisattvas of Buddhism and the gods of Taoism are placed together, and in the middle of them is naturally the [God of Wealth, who saves the suffering and the distressed and is compassionate and merciful].

Believe in a little bit of everything.

If your left eye twitches, it means you will get rich. The ancestral rules cannot be changed. If you say so, you will get rich.

Right eye twitching?

I can go to yours.

The people of the Western Regions have been oppressed, enslaved and ignorant for a long time, and they have legends about all kinds of gods and Buddhas. Li Guanyi, also known as Tianger, is a legend that every boy taller than a wheel in the Western Regions will tell his sisters.

And the elders of the Batur tribe spread Jinzhu's name.

Somehow, Li Guanyi got such a strange name as Golden Pearl Bodhisattva. Perhaps, in the eyes of these people who live with cattle and sheep, the person who leads thousands of people, owns large herds of cattle and sheep, and saves them is himself a Tianger.

These rescued slaves were extremely loyal to Li Guanyi.

He volunteered to practice sword skills and guard Qilin, becoming his bodyguard.

No one forced them.

Li Guanyi sighed and found that although he was a little poorer, he did not regret what he had done along the way. He just looked at Huyan Yinshi's beautifully carved golden scimitar and considered whether he should use Qilin Fire to melt this thing into a ball.

This knife is really too conspicuous.

If you sell it directly, you will definitely get a very good price.

However, anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance who the original owner of the knife was. With a little deduction, they could immediately guess that Li Guanyi was the bandit who killed Huyan Yinshi and caused the two thousand transport troops to disappear from the face of the earth.

If melted into gold nuggets, pry out all the gems on the scabbard.

Although the price has dropped a lot.

But at least it can be sold.

There was no way, absolutely no way. The military rations transported by Huyan Yinshi were quickly consumed by the people and horses during this period of time. Even the nugget gold that Nangong Wumeng had picked up before had been sold by Li Guanyi.

Why are there so many people behind me? They have almost eaten up all the army supplies.

We are not the army here!
Li Guanyi was complaining, and a group of two hundred rangers in front of him saluted him on their horses, then bowed their heads respectfully and enthusiastically. When Li Guanyi had to nod, they raised their heads, held their bows and arrows, and ran away.

Li Guanyi sighed: "We are not the army."

"Just traveling merchants and migrating tribes."

"How come the supplies ran out so quickly?"

He looked at the gorgeous scimitar, feeling regretful and struggling. Suddenly, Lei Laomeng's voice was heard: "My lord, my lord, something happened!" The pitch of Lei Laomeng's voice was much higher than usual, and soon a camel came running over.

I don’t know what kind of blood this camel has, but it is so tall.

When it ran wildly, it was so powerful that it could kick a Western Region wolf to death with one kick. It was extremely brave. Lei Laomeng was very happy to see it. He spent some time to tame the camel. At this moment, he turned over and said, "My lord, there is an enemy!"

"Scouts from the Huyan family were found fifty miles away from our unit."

Lei Laomeng had a look of shame on his face: "I am really not good at this. If it was Nangong, he might have discovered it earlier. We were fighting with them, and two of them realized something was wrong and ran away. We didn't catch up with them."

After all, Lei Laomeng was just an outer disciple of the Divine Beast Villa in the martial arts world.

He had barely reached the first level of internal strength back then, but now, after two years, he had only touched the edge of the second level and barely broke through. He would never be able to fight in the battlefield in this life. Any soldier in the front-line army was stronger than him.

Li Guanyi said: "Scouts...organized scouts, I'm afraid it's Huyan Yinshi's business. If we kill Huyan Yinshi, his father will naturally come here to seek revenge."

Lei Laomeng rarely said a word from the underworld: "When will the cycle of revenge end?"

"Why bother coming here one by one?"

Fan Qing said calmly, "This is not revenge, but irreconcilable class contradictions. It is different from the Jianghu. My lord, there are five scouts, but there are probably 10,000 troops behind them. The Western Regions are different from the Central Plains. There are many horses. Among these 10,000 people, there are probably 8,000 combat soldiers, each with two spare horses, so there should be nearly 30,000 horses."

"Although most of them are just inferior horses, the main battle horses, and I'm afraid they can't be compared with the elite exotic horses of the Qilin Army, they are still top-grade after all. In addition to the supplies for the attack, gold, iron, and arrows, my lord, we must eat them."

The corners of Batur's eyes twitched wildly.

He looked at General Fan Qing, who was always calm and gentle, powerful and solemn like a king under the command of a god, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost. He thought that this guy was simply crazy. Although they also had tens of thousands of people here.

However, about 8,000 of them do not have much combat effectiveness.

There are only more than 2,000 young and strong people able to fight.

More than 2,000 against the 10,000 elite soldiers that Huyan Yinshi’s father brought out in anger?
How can this be?

He looked at [Jinzhu Tianger], trying to convince him.

But Tian Geer also nodded and said, "It's not impossible."

"I just happened to be out of money, so you came just in time."

Lei Laomeng and Pan Wanxiu also agreed.

Batur felt his brain twitching again. This warrior who had fought in the desert all his life could not keep up with the brains of these Central Plains merchants. Two thousand men against ten thousand?

Li Guanyi looked towards the small town over there and said calmly:
"If there are ten of them, surround them. As long as we can get into the city, we can set up barricades and battle formations at the main gate, and set up three crossbow machines on both sides of the gate. This will be enough to cover the enemy's cavalry within the crossbow machine's shooting range if their speed is reduced."

Li Guanyi drew a simple terrain map with a golden scimitar.

Fan Qing, Lei Laomeng, Shi Dalin, Gongsun Huaizhi and Pan Wanxiu renovated it.

The final one perfectly fits the tactical style of the Qilin Army.

Complex tactics including Mohist mechanisms, Gongshu Crossbow, Hou Zhongyu powder, etc.

Lao Shitou immediately began to mix the powder:
"This is Master Hou Zhongyu's Ten Fragrances Soft Bone Powder, which can make people's muscles and bones tired. It can even be useful for mythical beasts like Qilin. Add it in, add it in!"

"This is the Ma Fei San provided by Mr. Wen He. He is just a scholar, but he has a better compound ratio than any of us. He is simply a genius. Add it in, add it in!"

"This is the aphrodisiac that Lei Laomeng used when breeding the boars."

Lei Laomeng was stunned, his face flushed and he shouted: "When did you take it away!!!"

Shi Dalin said: "You just didn't pay attention, never mind."

"This is a powerful medicine that once brought our piglet birth rate to 98%."

"Add it in, add it in."

In Batur's eyes, Shi Dalin, who was kind and hopeful, like the incarnation of the Heavenly King Medicine Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering, had a devilish smile on his face. That kind smile made Batur a little stiff.

Shi Dalin said proudly: "Mix these things together and spread them along the wind. I guarantee that they will not be able to exert 80% of their strength."

"Irritability attacks the heart, and the muscles and bones become weak."

"The Central Plains Iron Army basically has corresponding methods, but they don't."

"Ah, I really want to try it. It would be wonderful if the enemy was poisoned by these drugs at the same time..."

Batur's heart was shaken violently: "You, you are..."

The Qilin Army members paused.

Then they turned around in unison and stared at Batur against the light.

Judging from the momentum at this moment, Batur didn't know who was the more ferocious one. This, this was a traveling merchant?
Are the traveling merchants in the Central Plains so terrible?!

He thought again of the legend about a hundred years ago, in which a man with three carts of arrows wiped out the desert bandits, allowing their small tribes to continue. He had to change his mindset.

Yes!

This is the Central Plains merchant!
Batur's heart was shaken.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a warm feeling on his shoulder. Batur looked up and saw General Fan Qing said calmly: "When facing friends and relatives, you should be as warm as the spring breeze, and when facing enemies, you should be as harsh as the east wind."

“This is what we should do.”

Batur said: "General..."

Batur, your faith in the Tao is strengthened again!

And strengthen it again.

Li Guanyi looked towards the town in the distance and said, "It depends on whether Changsun can take it down."

"Although we have the title deed, it is still uncertain..."

at the same time.

Zhang Sun Wuchou looked at the Western Region nobles in front of him and narrowed his eyes:

"What did you say?"

(End of this chapter)