The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1775 My soldiers can only die in battle!

Two months later, on the border of Guangxi,
The sweltering heat caused many soldiers of the local militia to complain bitterly.
Even Wu Song, wiping away his sweat, said, "General, are we really going to fight in Jiaozhi? I'm afraid the soldiers will be exhausted before we even get there!"

After hearing Wu Song's words, Zhang Cheng remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Beat the drums, assemble!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The resounding war drums thundered, and the soldiers lazily rose to their feet.
However, when Zhang Cheng saw the appearance of the soldiers in front of him, he remained silent for a long time before saying, "Gentlemen, I am General Zhang Cheng, and also your commander of the local army!"

After Zhang Cheng finished speaking, the veteran soldiers below stared at him in silence.
Looking at the densely packed crowd in the west, Wang Yin gasped in shock.

Because if a mutiny were to occur, it would be no joke!
"Listen up, all of you! I know you don't want to fight in Jiaozhi, you don't want to risk your lives on the battlefield, but I don't want to either. The problem is, you have nothing, and so do I. I spent hundreds of thousands of taels of silver to get here."

As Zhang Cheng's furious roar rang out, the soldiers below were dumbfounded.

Because they've seen down-to-earth generals before, but you've said it so openly, you've got guts!
"Once we cross the border, we'll be facing the enemy, who can come from anywhere."

"But I can tell you all, I will charge at you, for we only have this one life left."

"Fight from here to Shenglong, and whatever you seize is yours. Moreover, five days after the city falls, if anyone dares to follow me without sheathing their sword, raise your sword!"

With a loud roar, Zhang Cheng looked down at the people below and couldn't help but howl.

"I! I'll fight alongside my brother!"

Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Shi Qian was the first to shout out.
"And I!"

Upon hearing Shi Qian speak, Jiao Ting, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but shout angrily.

Just after the two finished speaking, one of the soldiers below roared, "My hometown suffered a disaster, and now I'm a soldier with nothing left but my life. If I manage to snatch a woman, wouldn't she be mine too?!"

"If you manage to grab it, it's yours!"

Upon hearing the man's words, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but shout.

"I'll follow the general! So what if we kill people? In this world, nobody can survive anyway, let's just hack them to pieces!"

With a loud roar, many of the soldiers also roared back.

Swallowing hard, Wang Yin, sweating profusely, said, "General, if you keep stirring up morale like this, I'm afraid it will be difficult to control in the future!"

Why should we contain it?

Looking at Wang Yin beside him, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smile.
Staring at Zhang Cheng in shock, Wang Yin asked incredulously, "Could it be that you..."

"They're seasoned veterans; if you don't offer them substantial rewards, why would they risk their lives?"

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng looked at Wang Yin beside him and said, "My soldiers can only die in battle, not retreat. Even if they die, they must die on the road of plundering money, grain, and women."

Upon suddenly hearing Zhang Cheng say this, Wang Yin immediately understood what was going on.
Since the local militia are already unreliable, if they are not given any "desire" to play a role, they will be completely useless.

Upon entering Dai Viet territory, the morale of the local troops soared.
After all, everything they encounter will belong to them!

Xiang Army: Even if a copper coin falls from the sky in Da Yue, it will belong to our Xiang Army!
Arrows rained down on Lang Son Castle, halting the soldiers' advance.

Seeing the Xiang army unable to break through, Wu Song approached Zhang Cheng and said, "Brother Cheng, the suicide squad is almost wiped out, why aren't you going in?"

"On the battlefield, there is only one leader!"

Turning to look at Wu Song, Zhang Cheng's expression was full of indifference, because the dead were also his soldiers!

Even so, Zhang Cheng still did not give the order.
Looking anxiously at Zhang Cheng, Wu Song was already eager to rush forward.
But just then, a booming sound came from another direction.

Hearing the commotion, Zhang Cheng immediately drew his sword and roared, "Break the city, don't sheath your sword!"

"Kill!" With a deafening roar echoing through the sky, the swarming Xiang army charged towards Lang Son City.

Watching the unstoppable advance of the Xiang army, the Da Yue army inside the city was filled with fear.

Because they never imagined that a mere 20,000 men could capture Lang Son.
They stormed into the city, the sounds of battle still echoing.

Looking at the soldiers who had gone completely mad, Wu Song's face was filled with pity as he said, "Even if we win this battle, how will the court reward us?"

"Don't worry, once we conquer Jiaozhi, no one will blame us for being ruthless; they will only remember us as meritorious officials!"

Patting Wu Song on the shoulder, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but comfort him.

Bianliang, Tokyo

Inside the imperial city,
While Emperor Huizong (Zhao Ji) was holding a court assembly and pondering where to go for leisure, news of victory rang out.

"Your Majesty, an urgent message arrives! A great victory! A great victory!"

The court officials were also surprised when the eunuch who rushed in spoke.
Where did this good news come from?
"Your Majesty, in the Battle of Lang Son, General Zhang Xinzhi decisively defeated Lang Son and has now forced the Ly Dynasty army to retreat."

When he addressed Zhao Ji above, many people were stunned.
Wasn't the Ly Dynasty of Dai Viet launching a fierce offensive? How come they were suddenly caught off guard and helpless?
"Hahaha, okay, okay, okay!"

Clapping his hands, Zhao Ji was overjoyed upon hearing the news.
Because in recent days, he has been extremely annoyed by news from the Da Viet Ly Dynasty!

Now look what happened, the opponent has been forced to retreat and defend.

After a long silence, Zhao Ji suddenly spoke up: "This Zhang Xinzhi, could he be the one who saved me two years ago?"

Upon hearing Zhao Ji mention Zhang Cheng, Liang Shicheng immediately said, "Your Majesty, it is indeed this man!"

Upon hearing Liang Shicheng's words, Zhao Ji couldn't help but say, "Very good, very good. As expected of someone I promoted. After this battle, the Right Chancellor must reward him handsomely!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Upon hearing Zhao Ji's words, Cai Jing's face revealed a subtle expression.

Because he remembered that Gao Qiu had driven this kid to some remote corner two years ago, so how did he manage to rise again and become a general?

In the Đại Việt Lý Dynasty, the garrison troops were collecting their spoils of war.

Gazing at the crying and wailing people helplessly in the street, Zhang Cheng's eyes grew even colder.

Because if he doesn't want these people to cry, he'll make his own compatriots cry.
Ruthlessness is an essential tactic for a general. If he could, he could even bury hundreds of thousands of people alive, just like Bai Qi!

Watching all this with a heavy heart, Jiao Ting spoke up, "Brother, what should we do?"

"This is war! Remember, if they don't cry, we must!"

Patting Jiao Ting on the shoulder, Zhang Cheng turned and said, "Withdraw the troops!"

Watching his elder brother Zhang Cheng's retreating figure, Jiao Ting remained silent for a long time before sighing and saying, "Withdraw the troops!"

After Zhang Cheng left Lang Son, the 50,000 Joseon soldiers who returned were completely enraged.
Because in the vast Lang Son region, there are hardly any living people left at this moment.
The streets were filled with villagers and innocent children.

Looking at the enraged soldiers, the Joseon general roared, "Let the Song people pay for their blood debt!"

"Blood debts must be repaid with blood! Blood debts must be repaid with blood!"

As the deafening roar echoed through the sky, the soldiers of the Joseon Dynasty had no idea what kind of enemy they would encounter next!
Somewhere in the mountains thirty miles from Lang Son, Zhang Cheng coldly waved his hand and said, "Blast the mountain."

(End of this chapter)