Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 109 The Su Family Comes to Surrender
Deng Chanyu is not Young Marshal Zhang, so it is impossible for her not to fire a single shot. If the enemy attacks, she must resist.

But fighting also requires knowing yourself and your enemy.

A merchant who could speak Yin language was soon brought to her.

"Jinsha City is the largest city in Shu. I heard that their grain is piled up like mountains, the ground in the city is paved with gold, silver and jewelry, and the nobles in the city bathe with milk." The businessman was vague and talked nonsense.

Deng Chanyu frowned. Deng Ai silently drew his long sword. The merchant quickly knelt down. "But I've heard that the high priest of Jinsha City can communicate with their ancestors. Their ancestors have bestowed upon them a golden sacred tree that leads directly to heaven."

Deng Ai put the knife to his neck. The fat merchant's face was covered in sweat, but he didn't dare wipe it. He said tremblingly, "It might not be made of gold. I heard it was, I heard it was a bronze tree. I saw it with my own eyes, and it is indeed magical."

The information the merchant knew was limited, and Deng Chanyu had a general understanding of the Jinsha City of Shu Kingdom. Her top priority was to rescue her own Yongcheng.

Nanjun is more than a thousand miles away from Yongcheng, so we must march quickly.

Deng Jiugong is still fighting E Chongyu, so she is the only one who can take on this matter.

"General Tailuan, how many soldiers in Nanjun have recovered their combat capabilities now?"

Tai Luan, the general left by Deng Jiugong to defend the city, answered without hesitation, "Eight thousand."

"How many of them are elite troops capable of rapid marches?"

This time, Tai Luan thought for a moment and said, "More than three thousand people."

Deng Chanyu was quite satisfied: "That's enough. Prepare ten days' worth of food and fodder for me. I will personally lead the army to rescue Yongcheng."

Let her go alone to kill thousands or tens of thousands of people. That would be too much sin. Now the Deng family is still a general of the Shang Dynasty. The sin of killing caused in the war must naturally be offset by the luck of the Shang Dynasty. There is no need to let her bear it alone.

It is necessary to lead the troops there.

Tai Luan knew that she had many magical skills and could run back by herself even if all three thousand people died, so she did not try to persuade her.

"Yes, I will arrange it right away."

Not long after Tai Luan left, Daji ran into the room with a look of excitement on her face.

"Ayu, my father, my brother and the others are here!"

Not only Su Hu, Su Quanzhong, and Su Quanxiao came, but even General Zheng Lun came along to join Deng Jiugong.

Originally they were worried that Deng Jiugong would kidnap them and send them to Chaoge, but later they heard that Daji was here curing illnesses and saving lives, and had a close relationship with Deng Jiugong's daughter. So there was nothing to say, so they just came quickly.

"Hello Uncle Su, Big Brother Su, Second Brother Su, and General Zheng." Deng Chanyu was very polite and pretended that it was the first time she met the father and son of the Su family.

Su Hu was a straightforward person, but he could also say polite words: "Miss Deng has embarrassed us. As a defeated general, I am at a loss as to what to do in this world. Now that you have taken me in, the Su family is willing to serve you wholeheartedly."

Deng Chanyu was in a hurry to rescue Yongcheng and didn't have much time to greet them, so he asked Daji to help him settle his family.

Su Hu was very capable. When he heard that she was short of manpower, he immediately asked Su Quanxiao to take thirty servants with her to rescue Yongcheng. At the same time, he asked his eldest son Su Quanzhong to take fifty servants to support Deng Jiugong.

To be honest, the Deng family does lack foundation and is completely incomparable to Ji Chang who has a hundred sons. The addition of the Su family father and son makes up for the lack of senior generals in the Deng family.

The South had always been short of warhorses, and they had traded some with Xiqi, but the total number was still small. Most of Nanjun's cavalry had been taken away by Deng Jiugong. Deng Chanyu spent a long time scouting for them, and after adding the servants of the Deng and Su families, the cavalry barely reached 800.

She left Nanjun with Deng Ai, Xiao Qiao, Su Quanxiao and three thousand troops.

After a rapid march of 1,200 miles within eight days, Deng Chanyu led his army to the scene. At that time, the high priest of Jinsha City was commanding the army to attack Yongcheng.

"High Priest, the merchants' reinforcements have arrived!" On the rugged road, a forced march could not hide their tracks at all. As soon as they arrived, the enemy scouts handed their intelligence to the high priest.

The high priest of Jinsha City is an old man with a huge frame who looks to be at least two meters tall.

His muscles were a little atrophied, and he held a golden cane carved with flying birds, fish and insects. Judging from the strength of the cane, it was no problem for him to smash an adult's head.

The high priest wore a golden mask with a square shape, large upright eyes, a triangular nose, and rectangular ears, which made him look very majestic.

His voice was a little hoarse: "I understand."

The scout didn't even dare to look up and quickly retreated.

The high priest glanced in Deng Chanyu's direction with a vague look, and she felt as if she was being stared at by a poisonous snake.

"Oh, there's another immortal?" Deng Chanyu identified the other party's magic power. It was not clear and not from the authentic Xuanmen sect. She even felt that it was not the magic power of one person, but the use of some unique secret technique to forcibly gather the magic power of several people into one person, and rely on numbers to forcibly create an immortal, a [human immortal] of the same level as her.

Judging from the quantity alone, the high priest's magical power can be said to be profound, but the magic power is too complicated.

A shrill laugh rang in Deng Chanyu's ears. The next moment, the high priest waved his golden scepter from a distance of dozens of miles, and a sea of ​​inky fire appeared out of thin air, blocking the way of their reinforcements.

Su Quanxiao was eager to make a contribution, so he rushed into the sea of ​​fire with his servants, but after charging twice, he had to retreat.

He was a little ashamed: "Commander, it's not that we are timid, but the horses are afraid of the fire and dare not move forward!"

Deng Chanyu dismounted, tore off her cloak, and then faced Biaozi's strange look. She covered Biaozi's eyes with the cloak and tied a bow to prevent it from falling off.

“What the horse sees is determined by humans!”

Biaozi was a little dissatisfied and snorted twice. It was just a small flame. Don’t even mention that you have the red light magical power. Even if you don’t, I am the Red Flame Horse and I am not afraid of fire at all.

Deng Chanyu kicked it secretly and said, "Be good and don't mess with me!"
Su Quanxiao was stunned for a moment, then he was overjoyed. The eight hundred cavalrymen followed suit and covered the eyes of their horses with cloaks, sleeves and other strips of cloth.

Deng Chanyu didn’t know whether it worked or not, but the enemy’s fire had a great impact on the soldiers’ morale.

People's first reaction to things they cannot understand is usually to stay away from them. If they rely on her magic to defeat the enemy, the soldiers' enthusiasm for the eight-day forced march might be lost.

Now we must not only not be discouraged, but also boost morale.

She raised her halberd high and shouted, "Warriors of Southern Xinjiang! Follow me and kill!"

She took the lead and rushed into the sea of ​​fire.

Su Quanxiao followed closely behind, holding a spear, followed by generals such as Deng Ai and Xiao Qiao. The eight hundred cavalrymen rushed straight into the sea of ​​fire. The remaining two thousand infantry, stimulated by adrenaline, forgot the fatigue of running thousands of miles for eight days and rushed in.

(End of this chapter)