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Chapter 511: A War to Destroy a Nation (asking for monthly tickets)

The most powerful and purest military general in the entire Central Plains and even in the whole world in the past three hundred years, who was crowned as the God of War, was at the front at this moment, cutting off the most important communication road.

The hands of the four Turkic kings holding the reins had become stiff from exerting too much force.

"Jiang Su..."

Why is Jiang Su here? !
How could the strongest warrior of Ying State appear here? !
Obviously there are such huge benefits in the rear, and Chen Dingye is bound to die. Whether to seize Zhenbei City or make other plans, you can achieve enough results at a small cost, which can be recorded in history books.

Why, at this time, did Jiang Su give up the temptation to capture Zhenbei City in one fell swoop, and lead Ying State's most elite and best-attained heavy cavalry, the Tiger Cavalry, to appear here?

The Fourth King's voice was somewhat cold and hard: "God of War, are you here to stop us?"

"It is meaningless for your country Ying to fight with me here. Could it be that even the great military god Jiang Su has no strategic vision?"

"In this wrong place, fighting a war without hesitation with people who should not be enemies."

Jiang Su was not interested in hiding anything. He raised his eyes and looked at the Turkic army in front of him. He raised the Lance of Destruction in his hand. This spear was a divine weapon that he had ascended to. His eyes were calm:

"Anyone who crosses this river will die."

He doesn't need to answer the other person's questions, he just needs to propose his own rules.

On the battlefield, the God of War Jiang Su is the one who makes the rules.

The expressions of the Fourth King were extremely ugly. This sentence did not answer his question, but it did reject his request. The feeling of indifference in this response made a fire rise in his heart.

Angry, but beyond the anger, there is fear.

Only 8,000 people.

How dare you? How dare you?

He stared at the mother river of the grassland. The river flowed quietly. It seemed that it was too quiet here at this time. So many people could clearly hear the sound of the river flowing.

The four kings knew that the Great Khan was being held down in the direction of Zhenbei City by that madman from the State of Chen at the cost of his flesh and blood, far away from the rear of the grassland. Under such circumstances, Jiang Su, the military god of the State of Ying, appeared here.

These two things made him feel uneasy.

Should we retreat?
The four kings grasped their weapons. The war horses seemed to sense their masters' emotions and shook their heads a little uneasily. In such a situation, if they retreated, they didn't know what was waiting for them.

How could the God of War Jiang Su tell them to retreat and not fight anymore?

The four kings knew that this was a moment that concerned their country and their families.

Only at this time.

You can't retreat, you can't escape.

"May the Eternal Heaven protect the Great Khan, and may the Eternal Heaven protect the grassland."

He gripped his weapon tightly and shouted out the order before the charge in the Turkic language. Long spears were held horizontally, like a forest. The Tiger Cavalry of Ying State also took out their weapons, indifferent and silent.

Even if he was the God of War Jiang Su, with a ten-fold difference in military strength, could he keep all of them? !

The four kings shouted angrily: "Charge!!!"

"Don't fight too long!!!"

An army of one hundred thousand started up with a bang. The solemn and murderous sound and the unwilling courage in the face of a powerful enemy rushed to the sky. The birds stopped flying. Rumbles of thunder swept across the sky and the earth. The heavy war horses broke the river while moving forward at such a high speed.

The sound of thunder suddenly became louder.

The mother river, which was originally flowing quietly, suddenly surged at this time.

The ambush troops of Ying State above cut off the temporary Mohist Dam, and the accumulated river water followed the terrain, carrying sharpened logs, gravel, and broken weapons, and washed down the river.

This turbulent current coming from upstream was enough to instantly interrupt the most important charging momentum of the heavy cavalry, and the effect was just as Jiang Su had inferred, like a sharp blade, cutting off the momentum of the 100,000-strong Turkic army.

The fallen heavy cavalry became a flesh and blood tripwire, and the army behind was either in chaos or stalled. The most threatening feature of the cavalry corps was thus destroyed.

The fourth prince was unwilling to accept this: "Jiang Su, you are so despicable!"

"Even if we lose, you can't humiliate us like this."

Jiang Su raised the Annihilation Divine Spear in his hand and calmly urged the warhorse. The aura of the Tiger Cavalry and the God of War converged and merged together in an instant, surging like a sharp blade, and collided with the Turkic rear army that had lost its speed and impact force.

"Despicable is often a word that only the victors are qualified to say."

"The dead have no right to speak."

A great battle took place on that day and lasted for several hours. The god of war Jiang Su defeated 100,000 enemies with his 8,000 Tiger Cavalry. The Turkic army collapsed and scattered. Thirty-seven men including the commander and eighty-one captains were all killed by Jiang Su.

The rivers on the grassland were dyed red with blood, the rivers were surging, and the water was beating against the banks.

The god of war Jiang Su rode his divine horse across the grassland and inserted the spear of annihilation in his hand into the grassland. There was a tassel hanging from the end of the spear. The wind blew past and gently hit the spear of annihilation, making a slight sound.

"Murong Longtu."

"Do you really think you can be better than me in killing?"

"Killing people is always the first priority on the battlefield."

The Tiger Cavalry gathered behind him. They were all extremely silent, like the claws of a tiger, waiting for the next order from the God of War. Jiang Su looked at the water with calm eyes.

A few days ago——

In the Ying State Palace, Jiang Wanxiang received information from the front at about the same time as Li Guanyi. Zhenbei City, the most powerful city in the world, was placed in front of him like a piece of fat meat.

As long as you stretch out your hand, it seems that you can grasp this achievement in your hands.

If it were a mediocre lord, perhaps at this time, he would have been unable to suppress his ambition and urged his troops to march forward. However, after looking at Zhenbei City for a long time, the old king just smiled helplessly:

"Chen Dingye, ah Chen Dingye, at this point, you can actually come up with such a question for me."

Jiang Su was standing beside Jiang Wanxiang at that time, watching the old king smile helplessly. Jiang Wanxiang said, "Although we still have the previous plan, this opportunity is rare."

"Chen Dingye, the poisonous dragon, is willing to sacrifice himself to prepare a meal and invite us to attend the banquet. I am afraid my body cannot sustain it, but you must not let this banquet down."

"Opening a meal every eight hundred years is enough to go down in history, to boost morale, and to make you happy. As for the subsequent plans, it won't have much of an impact..."

Jiang Wanxiang's hair was already gray. He looked at the information calmly and said, "Before my life is about to end, I can see such a scene. It is worthy of my life of fighting. You can go now."

"It can be considered as a greeting to Li Guanyi. After all, it is us who are fighting against him. We are all men from the Central Plains. It's nothing to fight to the death. Isn't it true that the heroes of the Central Plains have been fighting to the death for so many years?"

"However, if we fight to the death and exhaust the blood of heroes, and finally have the possibility of unification, but because of the internal friction, the outsiders take advantage of the situation and invade and do whatever they want in the Central Plains, we will be scolded by future generations."

"Jiang Su."

Jiang Su lowered his head and said: "Your Majesty."

Jiang Wanxiang showed an old and heroic smile on his face:
"Go and destroy the Turks."

The aged king walked past the Grand Master, taking one step at a time, and said, "My life, up to now, is like a big play. The play will eventually end, and there will also be a final climax, but before that, there must also be a warm-up foreplay."

"Chen Dingye may be dead. It's time for me to fight this last battle."

When the wind blows, the grassland sways like surging waves.

The Turkic Khan did not wait for his reinforcements, and at this time, he finally realized something in his heart. He finally realized what Chen Dingye was going to do. The white-haired Khan looked ahead.

Chen Dingye, who was poisoned, leaned on his sword with both hands and looked at the strongest Khan of the Turkic people in hundreds of years from afar. When the wind blew past, Chen Dingye's battle robe fluttered and his white hair was messy. When he looked closely, his pupils had a special color after being poisoned.

How could the life of the Turkic Khan be enough?

The grace of the king's death was to use his own flesh and blood as a reward to hold the strongest general and king of the Turks here. If possible, he also hoped to do more, but unfortunately, what a pity.

Faced with such a situation, Chen Dingye chose to put everything he had on the table. Although he had no reinforcements and never believed in friendship, he only believed in his opponents and his enemies.

He believes in profit.

I believe that even if King Qin or Jiang Wanxiang chose to take over Zhenbei City, they would not just huddle in it.

He has already used up the last blood of Da Chen and held the Khan here tightly. With the heroism of King Qin and the grandeur of Jiang Wanxiang, would there be a second choice in the face of such a situation?

With their determination, would they give up that opportunity?
The worst that could happen was if they chose to crush Chen's last flame and the backbone of the Turks together.

"Let's put an end to this eight hundred years of feud once and for all."

"Since the unification of the Central Plains eight hundred years ago, there have been various disputes. With the blood of Dachen, these eight hundred years of grievances will be sealed, and the Turks on the grasslands will be -"

"Destroy the country!"

Chen Dingye drew the sword from his waist, lowered his eyes, and thought of the resolute and solemn general. The corners of his mouth curled up and said, "You are right, Lu Youxian."

Da Chen, Da Chen.

There were sounds of zither and flute, Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism and Mohism, and the culture was flourishing, the best in the world. The military was so strong that people from all directions were afraid of it, but the people lived in peace and security, and even the vendors selling things on the street could talk about poetry.

Dachen, such a brilliant name, such a magnificent past.

The ending of this name.

It shouldn't end with some conspiracy or sneakiness.

How could Dachen’s death be all due to petty intrigues?
That would be too disgraceful and boring, Great Khan, let your ambition be buried with Dachen. Even if Dachen is truly destroyed and dies, we will drag the Turks down with us!
Chen Dingye swung the sword in his hand.

The flags of Qilin and Tiger were fluttering on the battlefield. After the God of War Jiang Su cut off the support from the rear, he did not turn to Zhenbei City, but chose to march straight in with the Ying State army in the rear.

Jiang Su's troops, like a sharp blade, pierced straight into the tent of the Turkic Khan.

During the great battle outside Zhenbei City, the former second divine general, the Great Khan, realized that something was wrong. During the battle, he decisively broke out and evacuated. King Qin raised his eyes slightly, and fought with the Great Khan on the battlefield, but he did not risk his life to stop his opponent.

The Khan took Li Guan's blow and spurted blood. He led the army to leave this place and turned back. The number of the Turkic army here was several times that of the combined forces of the Chen State and the Qilin Army, but the Khan was slightly shaken and unstable at this moment. He forced his way out. Li Guan drew his bow and shot an arrow, but the Khan turned around and knocked the arrow down.

Originally worried that Li Guanyi would lead his army to force a charge and break through the rear, the Great Khan led his army to rush nearly a hundred miles in one breath, but the King of Qin's army did not pursue them. This was clearly a good thing, but the Great Khan felt a little uneasy for some reason.

Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.

When the Great Khan wanted to return to the Golden Tent, he found that the rear had been occupied by the most powerful general in the world.

At the same time, another cavalry corps attacked from the direction of Xiyi City. Li Zhaowen personally led the light cavalry corps with the Black Armor Army as the core. When the Khan was at a loss, the cavalry corps penetrated into another direction of the grassland like a spear.

They defeated the enemy repeatedly. After defeating the enemy this time, they did not simply leave with the cattle and sheep, but directly began to garrison and began to relocate the Turkic people here and take them away.

This was extremely unlikely, as the races on the grassland were naturally as tough and stubborn as the grass on the vast land, and they adhered to their own logic. But just when they drew their swords and were ready to fight to the death, a familiar voice was heard.

Ashina, one of the seven kings on the grassland.

In the legend, the king with the blood of Changshengtian once led the Iron Buddha and participated in the war to destroy Tuyuhun. He plundered large tracts of grassland and territory and was a hero on the grassland.

Ashina took a deep breath and entered these gathering places alone to talk with the local leaders. Sometimes conflicts broke out and sometimes there were sounds of swords clashing. Finally, according to the rules of the grassland, he took away the land and people owned by these leaders.

Migrate into the vast, unfamiliar, and sparsely populated Western Regions.

It is still the strategy of the Qilin Army.

If we have to fight, we must completely solve the problem here.

Li Zhaowen rode on the divine horse and watched Ashina conquer the tribes on the grassland one by one, either with words, or with swords, or as he was doing now, when the forty-year-old Seventh King was bare-chested and wrestling on the ground with the most courageous and powerful men in the opposite settlement.

Ashina knocked the man over and pinned him to the ground.

The other side finally surrendered, breathing heavily and said, "Is that Qilin King a stronger man than you?"

Ashina was silent for a long time, then said, "Yes."

Li Zhaowen's troops, starting from Xiyi City, continued to harvest the grassland's resources, taking away people, land, cattle and sheep, and obtaining supplies. At the same time, the army slowly moved forward.

The deputy generals on Li Zhaowen's left and right are, one of them is the former prince of Dangxiang State and now one of the military advisers, and the other is Ashina, the seventh king of the Turkic people with a very complicated expression. Mr. Pojun personally serves as the military advisor of this army.

Li Guanyi personally led the army forward from Zhenbei City. Over the grassland, the wind and clouds surged in an instant, and a faint murderous aura was surging. However, no matter which side, no one chose to advance recklessly with light cavalry, and no one planned to kill the Khan in one battle and resolve the matter.

What a pity, what a pity.

If these kings were placed in any era in the past three hundred years, they would have no rivals and would have had a great chance of establishing hegemony with overwhelming force. But unfortunately, they appeared in the same era.

For the Turks on the grassland, they were equivalent to attracting a group of the highest quality overlords and generals in the three hundred years of chaos. They all realized in an instant that this was a possibility of completely destroying the external threats to the Central Plains.

This time, it will turn into a national war.

Either consider the overall situation and not take action, or just take action thoroughly.

The decisive battle in Central Plains is about to begin.

The generals of Ying State and Qilin Army were all aware of this. Therefore, in order to prevent themselves or their opponents from having insufficient strength to fight against the outside world and protect the Central Plains after winning, they all tacitly chose to resolve the external threat before the decisive battle.

Going back eight hundred years, or even thousands of years ago, there was fighting and hatred between the farming and fighting races in the Central Plains and the nomadic peoples who galloped across the grasslands chasing the water.

King Qin, Li Zhaowen, the army of Chen State, and the army of Ying State.

The four factions did not choose to rush forward to pursue the Great Khan, but instead cut the entire grassland like sharp blades. What the Tiance Mansion wanted was population, food, and land; Jiang Su did not hesitate to kill the enemy with cold and efficient means, gathered the men into the vanguard camp, drove them into battle, and supplemented the army of Ying State.

The Turks on the grassland are good at tactics like a pack of wolves.

They will hold on to their opponents tightly and will not fight to the death immediately. Instead, they will maintain a leisurely distance and constantly put strong pressure on their opponents, causing their opponents to gradually lose their physical strength and mentally collapse in fear and desperate escape.

Then give the opponent a fatal blow.

Zhongyuan's strategy was like hunting. He did not chase the opponent because the opponent could not leave. Instead, he kept weakening the opponent's vitality, making the opponent lose the direction and space to move and escape.

Since it is a national war, it cannot end quickly.

As time went by, Yan Daiqing looked at the additional war reports, the additional population, and the hidden threats with a gloomy face. Only the gold and silver of the nobles on the grassland made his face look much better.

The blazing summer sun gradually became less dazzling and hot under the murderous aura of swords and knives, and there was gradually more coolness in the wind. The Great Khan had launched countless counterattacks.

However, these forces seem to have reached a tacit understanding.

If he attacks the coalition forces of Chen and Qin, the city of Xiyi will move.

Attack Yingguo Military God Jiang Su...

No one chooses the hardest bone to chew.

However, if they attacked the Xiyi City army, which was mainly responsible for migrating the population and occupying the land, they would face a joint attack from Jiang Su and the King of Qin. The Khan tried several times, but all failed.

The most basic long snake formation in military strategists.

If you hit the head, the tail will respond; if you hit the tail, the head will respond.

If it hits, both the head and the tail will respond.

The generals from the Central Plains who presided over this battlefield had already integrated such simple and basic battle formations into their own strategies. Although they were originally enemies, they showed amazing tacit understanding at this moment.

The Great Khan kept resisting and fighting, but found that he had fewer and fewer people, fewer and fewer places to choose from, and fewer and fewer people who could support him.

Like a trapped beast.

This is the most upright and dignified fighting method used by the generals of the Central Plains.

Attack their general trend.

The essence of the Central Plains military strategists was fully demonstrated in this strategic coordination. As the saying goes, "chasing the deer together", the great Khan of the Turks seemed to have become the "deer" chased by the Central Plains gods in this battle.

It's winter again, with heavy snow and bleak wind. Even the south of the Yangtze River is shrouded in a layer of cold winter. The sunlight is weak and it's New Year's Day again. Although the fighting in the north is very fierce, people in the Central Plains and the south of the Yangtze River have no real sense of the battlefield.

Xue Changqing, who had joined the Qilin Army as he wished, yawned.

He held the halberd in his arms, thinking about the recent changes.

In other words... the price of beef and mutton seems to have dropped again, as do the furs of beef and mutton. Apart from that, people's lives remain the same. People in the Central Plains and the south of the Yangtze River are still immersed in gossip and talking about things that make them feel relaxed.

But he knew that at this moment the battlefield was still grim and murderous. In the Central Plains, the bravest people had strangled the enemy's fangs outside the distant border. In this way, they protected the children on the roadside who frowned and refused to go to private school, protected a bowl of duck blood and vermicelli soup that cost ten cents, and protected this lazy, peaceful, and somewhat boring daily life.

However, he still expressed dissatisfaction with how boring his daily life was.

The young man bit a willow branch, frowned, and looked at the girl who was quietly writing a book over there. The girl's skin was not that fair, but her eyes were bright. Her hair was simply tied up, and her eyebrows and eyes showed the toughness of the wind and sand in the Western Regions.

"Damn it, I'm willing to start as a private, but why?"

"I am here to guard and protect a woman from the Western Regions?"

"It seems to be called something...Saatanti?"

Xue Changqing was very unhappy. As a new soldier in the Qilin Army of the Third Heaven, his assigned task was to protect the youngest female historian in Jiangnan. He held the halberd in his arms, looked at the girl with one hand on her chin, and suddenly said to himself: "...a fight is about to start."

Huh?? Fight? Where is the fight?!

Xue Changqing, who was almost brought up by Chen Chengbi, suddenly had his eyes lit up.

"what?"

Saatanti glanced at the Jiangnan boy with a defiant face. She was very stubborn and felt uncomfortable with this spoiled boy, but she still explained:
"Look, Tianger's battle line is advancing, heading north as a whole."

"The military gods of Ying State occupied the eastern part of the grassland and headed north along the rivers."

Saatanti easily sketched out a rough map on the falling snow, and then drew the approximate marching direction according to the situation. She followed the Qilin Army in the Western Regions when she was young and later learned a lot.

Thaumatology, astrology, divination.

The situation picture is very clear.

Xue Changqing's reluctance to accept the situation faded away. He looked carefully and finally realized something. As the situation progressed, the Khan's space for action was constantly being cut and reduced. Finally, the king of the grassland, the majestic third general, was driven to a position like a pack of arrogant but powerless wolves.

"Xiyi City, Tianger, and the Grand Master of Ying State."

"We are about to [meet]."

"It is to have a final fight with the Great Khan..."

"decisive battle."

Xue Changqing's eyes widened as he looked at the strategic map, as if he saw armies from all sides gathering on the vast grassland, with different armors and flags surging between heaven and earth.

In the spring of the eighteenth year of the Tianqi reign, the King of Qin was twenty-two years old.

The New Year's Day had just passed three days ago, and everywhere was still filled with joy and a sense of laziness mixed with the smell of fireworks. The god of war Jiang Su, the lord of Xiyi City Li Zhaowen, the King of Qin Li Guanyi, Chen Wenmian, and Chen Dingye gathered an army of 500,000, claiming to have a million troops.

Together they chased and killed the Great Khan, and the final battle took place outside the [Five Great Lotus Ponds and Volcanoes].

"Chen Shi" said: Plow the yard and sweep the holes.

"Yingshi" records: The enemy was pursued to the north, and millions of corpses were left.

"Historical Records·Annals Volume 1": The emperor had millions of people, but he did not kill civilians. Ashina kowtowed and begged for mercy, cut his palm with a dagger, and wept bitterly. He was willing to die for the emperor and be buried next to his mausoleum.

In the eighteenth year of Tianqi, the dragon raises its head.

The three armies joined forces to fight a war to annihilate the country.

(End of this chapter)