Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 138 This is the true meaning of kindness not commanding an army
Ten miles behind Yingchou Cliff, there are open mountains.

The newly conquered monks were divided into three teams, totaling more than 600 people.

Including the new recruits, guards, and soldiers, the number of troops in Sanyuan Mountain actually reached over a thousand.

Of course, even if there were a thousand of these soldiers who came to make up the numbers, they were just a mob in the eyes of Zhang Yuan and Peng Zheng.

Such an army of thousands could be defeated by one person, not to mention a Grandmaster. Even a strong man in the middle or late stage of the Innate Realm could defeat him alone.

But more people are always better than fewer.

Especially these monk soldiers, they are wearing armor, have weapons in their hands, and have been trained. As long as they are commanded properly, they can really have some combat effectiveness.

"The might of our great Qin army dominates the world."

"The Qin army has always rewarded meritorious service and punished faults."

Peng Zheng stood in front of the army, with more than ten soldiers holding golden beads in their hands in front of him.

The new recruits and the young men from Yuanjiaao were all waiting on the side with excited expressions.

Peng Zheng unfolded a scroll of paper and read out the names and rewards on it one by one.

"Zhu Dayou of Sanyuan Mountain, first-class military merit, rewarded with five taels of silver."

"Yuan Hong from Yuanjia'ao, first-class military merit, rewarded with five taels of silver."

"Zhao Erjin of Sanyuan Mountain, first-class military merit, rewarded with five taels of silver."

……

The new recruits and young people were all smiling happily after receiving the reward money.

Not only them, but also the soldiers in Wuwei and Pingyun armies were rewarded.

After receiving the reward, Peng Zheng looked forward, clenched his fist and shouted: "My Great Qin——"

All the veterans responded with a loud voice: "Mighty!"

The first time, the new recruits and the surrounding monks were a little confused.

The second time, someone followed with a low shout.

By the third time, the cry had spread throughout the mountains and plains: "My Great Qin—mighty!"

A faint energy of qi and blood began to spread.

A trace of evil spirit slowly gathered.

These scattered soldiers actually looked somewhat organized.

"Are these soldiers who dare to fight?" Zhao Kuo, who was standing next to Zhang Yuan, murmured, "If I were to command such soldiers, I would have no worries about victory..."

Zhang Yuan turned his head, looked at Zhao Kuo, and said with a smile, "Brother Zhao, do you know why you lost to Captain Peng?"

"I'm not very good at studying military books..." Zhao Kuo said with shame on his face.

"Captain Peng is the eldest son of the Qin Xiaoyuan Earl family. The military books in his house are piled higher than the roof. He started reading at the age of five and has memorized more military books than the meat you have eaten. It is not unfair that you lost to him." Zhang Yuan said with a smile.

Reaching out and patting the stunned Zhao Kuo on the shoulder, Zhang Yuan said softly, "Brother Zhao, you love reading military books. You can't miss this opportunity. In my opinion, since you are so studious, you will definitely have the chance to become a famous general by following Prince Peng."

Zhang Yuan turned and left, while Zhao Kuo stood there, his expression changing from one to the next, and finally turning into excitement.

"I, Zhao Kuo, will become a famous general of my generation, a famous general of my generation."

Looking at Peng Zheng in front of him, he took a long breath and strode over.

A moment later, he received the first task given to him by Peng Zheng.

"Persuade to surrender..." Zhao Kuo's face was full of embarrassment.

He was defeated and surrendered, but he had to persuade the other two battalions to surrender. How embarrassing was that?
"You have to understand that there are only two battalions of monks left at Tongyuan Temple on the border. How can they possibly be a match for the four battalions of soldiers at Xiaotianlong Temple?"

"If you don't persuade them to surrender, are you going to watch them being wiped out by the monks of Xiao Tianlong Temple?"

Peng Zheng's voice was calm, without a trace of emotion.

Zhao Kuo's face became conflicted.

"Zhao Kuo, we're comrades, you don't want to see them die, right?"

Peng Zheng looked at Zhao Kuo and softened his tone, "Captain Zhao, you are a fierce general who charges into battle, but you still need to learn how to organize an army."

"If you want to earn the trust of your soldiers and make them willing to die for you, you must abandon your reputation and life and death."

"Just now you weren't even afraid of death, so what are you afraid of now when you go to persuade them to surrender?"

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The mountain road outside Yingchou Cliff is dozens of miles long.

Zhao Kuo led more than ten monk soldiers and rode forward on horseback.

"Commander-in-Chief, are we really going to persuade them to surrender?"

The monk soldier beside Zhao Kuo spoke in a low voice.

Zhao Kuo's face was gloomy, and he took a deep breath: "All is fair in war. If we can return to the camp, it will certainly be impossible to persuade them to surrender."

His words made the accompanying monks look happy.

"Sir, if, if we don't come back, those brothers will be in trouble..." A monk soldier in the back spoke nervously.

The others looked at each other and said nothing.

They were able to return alive with Zhao Kuo, but even if the others didn't die, they would not have a good ending.

"Hmph, a general's success is built on the bones of thousands of soldiers. The Qin military manual has long said that a general cannot be merciful." Zhao Kuo growled, and sped up his cavalry.

Some of the crowd breathed a sigh of relief, some had complicated expressions, and they all followed closely.

After running for more than ten miles, the monks who were left behind suddenly shouted, "Sir, look!"

Zhao Kuo turned around, his eye twitching. Behind him, a group of cavalry followed several miles away, and further behind, the blood and dust kicked up by the advancing army.

“They don’t trust us at all…”

"If we don't persuade them to surrender, they might just attack the camp."

Several monk soldiers looked pale.

How can a battalion of soldiers stop the cavalry and soldiers coming from the rear?

Whether to persuade them to surrender or not is not important at all.

Zhao Kuo gritted his teeth and clenched his fists: "All is fair in war, all is fair in war. This Peng Zheng has some skills."

"Walk."

After running for another ten miles, Zhao Kuo looked up and his expression had changed.

Ahead, in the Tongyuan Temple monks’ and soldiers’ camp, the surging energy and blood collided, causing the clouds to shake.

A large army is besieging the camp!

"Yes, they are from Xiao Tianlong Temple..."

The monk soldiers following behind Zhao Kuo were trembling.

"Sir, what should I do?"

Zhao Kuo's scalp was tingling at this time, and he stared at the direction of the camp.

"A general is the courage of the soldiers. If I return to the camp, there is still a chance to defend the camp."

"As long as the Qin army sends out troops, we can attack from both inside and outside, and we have a chance to defeat the monks of Xiao Tianlong Temple."

"Yes, there is a saying in the military manual of the Great Qin that the army of mourning will win. In this desperate situation, the army of mourning is the one that wins."

He shouted, then turned and shouted, "Wait here for the army to arrive, and join forces with me from inside and outside to defeat the monks of Xiao Tianlong Temple."

As soon as he finished speaking, he galloped on his horse and rushed towards the camp.

"I, General Zhao Kuo, am here. Who wants to fight me?"

The energy of the Xiantian realm rose, and the sound spread over ten miles.

The vitality in the camp, which had been declining, suddenly surged.

"Our battalion commander, although he has become a little stupid from reading military books, is still a good person."

"Yeah, at least he really dares to do something."

Several monk soldiers stood still, watching Zhao Kuo running away and whispering softly.

A moment later, the army from the rear arrived.

Several monk soldiers hurried to report.

"Sir, please rescue our commander..."

"Sir, the battalion commander said that if we work together inside and outside, we can defeat these people from the Xiaotianlong Temple."

The monk soldiers' pleading did not move Zhang Yuan and Peng Zheng in the slightest.

Zhang Yuan looked at Peng Zheng and said, "Prince Peng, what do you think of this battle?"

Peng Zheng's gaze slowly turned towards the direction of the monk and soldier camp of Xiaotianlong Temple.

"If the Zhao camp can't hold out until we destroy the monks' camp of the Tianlong Temple, then let them die."

Peng Zheng's voice was without any emotion.

A smile appeared on Zhang Yuan's face.

"All is fair in war, and Prince Peng is becoming more and more decisive."

The monks' faces turned pale as they watched the army turn and rush towards the monk camp of Xiaotianlong Temple.

"This is the true meaning of kindness not being able to command an army..."

"Our camp still has a lot to learn."

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"Woo——"

In the distance, from the direction of the monk camp of Xiaotianlong Temple, the sound of a horn to defend against the enemy was heard.

Zhang Yuan held two swords at his waist, wore scale armor, and lay on his warhorse, running quickly.

In the rear, the Pingyun Army led by Peng Zheng and the Luyang Prefecture Wuwei commanded by Xu Changzhi slowly merged into a triangular cone formation.

A faint shadow of qi and blood emerged.

In the eyes of the newly recruited soldiers and the newly surrendered monks, the triangular cavalry formation directly broke through the camp and smashed the enemy blocking the formation.

Hundreds of monks and soldiers from Xiaotianlong Temple were scattered by the charge.

This is the Great Qin War Cavalry.

The Qin army is invincible in its charge.

"Great Qin, mighty..."

Several newly recruited soldiers whispered.

The young men from Yuanjiaao who followed the army all held their weapons tightly.

At this moment, they felt as if they were the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty.

(End of this chapter)