Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 137 It’s my fault that Zhao Kuo didn’t learn the military book well
When more than 300 monks returned to the camp in a panic, the commander of the Tongyuan Temple stationed there was angry.

I thought they were just a group of bandits, so I sent a battalion of soldiers over there, but they returned in such a miserable state.

This is a slap in his face!
In just a moment, the battalion commander with the Xiantian realm cultivation level led a battalion of 500 monks, plus the previous remnants, a total of more than 800 people, and headed straight for Sanyuan Mountain.

Yuantong Temple and Xiaotianlong Temple each have four battalions of monks here. The two sides are confronting each other, and taking two battalions of soldiers to Sanyuan Mountain is already the limit.

"Commander-in-Chief, that is Eagle Sorrow Cliff. We were ambushed there."

They were still several miles away from Yingchou Cliff, and the monks beside the camp commander hurriedly reported.

"Sir, this place is dangerous. Let's first explore the top of the cliff and occupy the key position, then-"

The centurion who spoke was glared at by the battalion commander.

"Only a fool would set up an ambush twice in the same place." The battalion commander snorted coldly, "I've read the military manuals of the Qin Dynasty, but I don't know how to lead an army?"

"The bandits have few soldiers. We will catch up with them and destroy the stronghold."

"In war, speed is the most important thing."

With a shout, the camp commander led his army and rushed towards the path down the mountain from Yingchou Cliff.

When they reached the foot of the cliff, they saw blood all over the ground and the bodies that had been stripped of their clothes and armor and beheaded. The camp commander and the monks behind him were furious.

"Massacre all of Sanyuan Mountain, leaving no one alive!"

With a long shout, the camp commander spurred his horse and rushed forward.

The other monks followed closely.

Just as a group of leading cavalrymen rushed across the mountain road, a loud noise was heard from behind.

On the cliff, rocks fell like rain.

"Enemy attack——"

"Didn't the commander say it's impossible to set up ambushes twice in the same place?"

"That Great Qin military manual was meant for the camp commanders to read, to trick us..."

When the camp commander gritted his teeth, led the cavalry back and rushed to the steep mountain road, only a few stones remained above their heads.

At the foot of the cliff, nearly a hundred soldiers were wounded or disabled, and the others either fled or hid everywhere, and the formation was long gone.

By the time the battalion commander had gathered everyone and settled the wounded, there were only a little over 600 soldiers left.

"Sir, why don't we return to the camp first and gather the troops before we go on the expedition..."

The monk who spoke was not the one who made the suggestion before.

The centurion had been stoned to death.

"Send a team to the cliff to investigate."

"The rest of you will follow me and regroup, ready to attack."

"I don't believe they can ambush here for the third time."

The battalion commander gritted his teeth and roared.

Looking at the monks under his command, the commander brandished his long sword and said, "They can't get far. We just need to catch up with them and attack them from behind. Then we can kill them all along the way."

Turning around, I heard the sound of a horn coming from the direction of the cliff.

That was the message from the reconnaissance monks, saying there was no ambush on the cliff.

The battalion commander snorted coldly: "It is impossible for them to set an ambush here three times."

"Follow me."

There were cavalry in front, monks in the middle, and scattered wounded soldiers behind, passing through the Eagle Cliff and going down the mountain path.

When the battalion commander led more than a hundred cavalry monks across the cliff, he saw a team of cavalrymen wearing armor and holding long swords, waiting quietly in the open area ahead.

Peng Zheng pointed the long knife in his hand and shouted loudly: "Fire——"

"fire--"

The cavalry responded and galloped forward.

Swift as the wind, aggressive as fire.

The cavalry charged into the battle formation and attacked halfway.

Who says you can’t set up ambushes three times in one place?

"kill--"

The battalion commander, long sword in hand and the innate energy surging through his body, charged out to meet the Qin cavalry. After charging ten feet, he turned back and saw the monks and soldiers behind him standing there in a daze.

He was the only one who charged towards the Qin army?
A bunch of trash.

The Qin military book says that a general is the courage of his soldiers. His courage is strong enough, but it's a pity that those useless people are not up to the mark.

When he looked up again, the camp commander had a smile on his face. He gave a long shout, gripped the sword tightly in his hand, and galloped forward on horseback.

The leader of the charging cavalry in front actually broke away from the formation and ran towards him.

Is this a fight on the battlefield?
"Ah, why is Prince Peng going it alone in this situation?" Young Master Guo shook his head from atop a hill not far away. "It seems he's been unable to guess your plan several times, Second Master, and he's acting on impulse."

Hearing what Master Guo said, Zhang Yuan, who was holding the hilt of the sword at his waist, shook his head and looked at the new recruits watching the battle around him.

"The general is the courage of the soldiers. If Prince Peng wants to win over the new soldiers and establish his authority, of course he has to choose a fighting general."

"As a leading general, without the power to fight alone and the power to command the army, it is impossible to go far."

"Prince Xiaoyuan, he dared to come to Liangyuan Territory and fight the generals in front of the battle. He still has some blood and courage."

Young Master Guo looked up, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Only the Second Master can say this.

"when--"

In front, the sound of weapons clashing rang out, and the energy of qi collided and vibrated.

As the cavalry and the warriors crossed each other, the camp commander's expression changed.

The opponent's cultivation and the way he charges into battle are far superior to his own!

The two swords clashed, and half of his body was numb.

Peng Zheng's blood was boiling, and with a long sword in his hand, he turned his horse around and charged forward again.

"kill--"

With a long roar, sword in hand, and horse galloping, the momentum of charging into the battle formation is so dazzling.

As long as you are a man, who doesn’t want to be so brave and invincible in the battle?
In the rear, everyone's eyes were fixed on the charging cavalry.

"when--"

Due to the collision of qi, the battalion commander fell off his horse and rolled to the ground.

The war horses crossed each other, and Peng Zheng pulled the reins, and the riders stood up.

"Won--"

"I told you, our Captain is strong enough."

"This guy is really capable, he's at the Xiantian realm."

Around Zhang Yuan, the soldiers trained by Peng Zheng were all filled with surprise and cheered loudly.

When the two generals were fighting just now, they all held their breath.

Unconsciously, these soldiers who came from bandit backgrounds have developed a sense of belonging to the Qin army.

The young people from Yuanjiaao standing by were full of envy and yearning.

How exciting is it to gallop on horseback and kill generals in front of the battle?
At the front of the mountain road, on horseback, Peng Zheng pointed his long sword at the battalion commander who lay bleeding from the corner of his mouth and asked, "Surrender, or die?"

"Kill me if you want," the commander gritted his teeth, stiffening his neck and growling, "It's my fault that I, Zhao Kuo, didn't learn the military manual well enough to fully grasp the principle of deception in war as stated in the Great Qin military manual."

Peng Zheng thrust his blade forward, murderous intent in his eyes, and shouted, "If you don't surrender today, I will lead my troops into the battle and kill all the soldiers you lead."

"The main general has been killed, and the rear is blocked. Their army has no desire to fight. As long as I lead the army to charge, I can kill them all like chickens."

"Zhao Kuo, think carefully. For the lives of the monks under your command, will you surrender or die?"

The battalion commander opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he heard a shout from behind him.

"Sir, surrender."

"Sir, it's okay for you to be stubborn alone, but don't hurt your brothers..."

Camp commander Zhao Kuo's expression changed and he sighed deeply.

"Alas, as the Qin military manual says, 'One incompetent general can tire out the entire army.' My reputation, Zhao Kuo, is nothing, but I cannot bring trouble upon my brothers. I surrender."

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(End of this chapter)