Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 298: 3: Rising Army, Crossing Linghe River

Chapter 298: Rising at midnight, crossing the Ling River
There was determination in Zhang Yuan's voice.

Neither Linglan King Ying Chongxiao nor Lin Yutang and others could refute it.

They also know about military affairs, but they actually have no way to deal with this situation.

Murong Zhao's divided troops to fight seemed almost unsolvable to them.

Otherwise, Ying Chongxiao would not have the determination to challenge Murong Zhao to the death.

What Zhang Yuan was planning at this time was something they had never dared to imagine before.

"This matter..."

Ying Chongxiao pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "I will hold Murong Zhao back here for three days. I will not let him break through Gubei City."

As long as Ying Chongxiao agrees to restrain Murong Zhao, no one else will have any objections.

Zhang Yuan is in charge of military affairs in Gubei City. Wherever Zhang Yuan wants to attack, even the masters have to obey his orders.

"King Linglan, you only need to contain Murong Zhao. If my army can return in three days, perhaps we can—"

Before leaving, Zhang Yuan looked at Ying Chongxiao and whispered in a deep voice.

If they could break through the Northern Army camp and force the Linghe camp's troops to turn back, it would be difficult for Murong Zhao and his 70,000 Zhenxi Army to return to the western border!
Watching the army marching away quietly, Ying Chongxiao clenched his fists.

At this moment, he actually felt his blood boiling.

How many years has it been since I felt this way?
The last time was when he challenged Feng Hanning in the East Territory a hundred years ago, right?

If Murong Zhao could really be kept alive in this battle, could Ying Chongxiao use this insight to further improve his cultivation?
At that time, could he go to the East Territory again?
"boom--"

The shadow of the dragon elephant shattered, all the energy and blood disappeared, and the clouds in the sky also dispersed, like boiling lake water churning.

Above the Zhenxi Army camp, Murong Zhao, who was concentrating his spear, had a hint of regret and a hint of relief in his eyes.

Unfortunately, Ying Chongxiao did not enter the army within seventy miles, otherwise, he would have dared to kill with one strike.

Fortunately, the other side did not actually fight him because the army was not strong enough to fight.

If Ying Chongxiao really fought to the death at this time, with the power of Ying Chongxiao and so many masters, even if Murong Zhao could win, it would be a miserable victory.

not worth it.

When Murong Zhao fought a war, he never fought a battle without confidence.

Sensing the faint presence of the dragon and elephant eighty miles away, Murong Zhao snorted coldly and dispersed the dragon, elephant, and spear.

"Reward the entire army, provide them with wine and meat, and tomorrow we will attack and secure the northern city."

Murong Zhao's voice rang out.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward—"

"Thank you, Your Majesty——"

Shouts were heard among the army.

The army's morale is much stronger than before.

Murong Zhao's tyranny won the hearts of the soldiers.

In the big tent, King Zhao coughed twice and sighed softly.

With the combined strength of 70,000 troops and Murong Zhao's power, how can Gubei City be defended?
If Gubei City cannot be defended, the 100,000-strong army of Linghe Camp will surely be defeated.

Holding the green bead tightly in his hand, King Zhao muttered to himself with a look of determination in his eyes.

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Baiyun Ferry, thirty miles north.

The water here is fast-flowing and the river channel is more than ten feet steep.

Li Tingyun, Lin Yutang and other masters crossed the river in mid-air and passed the iron chain across it.

One by one, pulley carts moved the war horses and soldiers over.

"This, this is it," said Master Gu, who was wearing black armor, his eyes full of brilliance. "This is what Instructor Zhao Kuo said, crossing the Red River, right?"

Xun Tao and others beside him nodded excitedly.

When Zhao Kuo was teaching martial arts and training his students on military tactics, the two battles he admired the most were the ambushes at Eagle Cliff and the crossing of the Red River where divine soldiers descended from the sky.

As Zhao Kuo said, speed is the essence of war, and the way of war is to fight cunningly.

Young Master Gu and his men replicated the three ambushes at Yingchou Cliff, but unfortunately they were still missing one. However, that battle had already given them a great victory, buying enough time for the defense of Gubei City.

What they saw at this moment was not the other battle that Zhao Kuo mentioned, the heavenly soldiers crossing the river?

Ten thousand war cavalrymen and fifty to twenty iron ropes. Even if a hundred people and a hundred cavalrymen could cross at a time, it would still take most of the day. It was not until sunset that everyone had crossed.

"Rest where you are."

Zhang Yuan gave the order and quietly walked to the river bank.

The army dispersed their scouts, rested on the spot, cooked, fed their horses, and slept. They had marched 500 miles from Gubei City to the Zhenxi Army camp and back again, and the men and horses were exhausted and no longer had the strength to fight.

On the river bank, Zhang Yuan moved and quietly stepped into the water.

Outside of his body, faint dragon scales emerged, and the whole person seemed to turn into a water monster, a river dragon, rapidly flowing down the Ling River.

Being at the bottom of the river, his speed was extremely fast.

It took only half an hour to travel 200 miles from Baiyun Ferry to Sanshui Town where the Jubei Army was stationed.

Zhang Yuan did not step out of Linghe River. He stayed in the water, taking advantage of the dark night and the mist to sense the situation on both sides of the river.

On one side was the camp of the Great Qin Linghe Allied Forces, where the blood, qi and true essence were surging.

On one side is the Sanshui Town camp of the Jubei Army, where the blood and energy are calm and the soldiers are obviously more stable.

In the current situation, whoever has a greater chance of winning will be able to remain calmer.

After sensing for a moment, Zhang Yuan quietly returned the same way.

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The Qin-Linghe coalition camp.

In the military tent, the commander of the Red Scale Army, Marquis Jingyun Li Jinyun, sat upright with a solemn expression.

On the side, the Northwest Army commander Lei Ming was wearing black armor and sitting upright.

There were several generals in the big tent, all staring at the map in front of them.

"Murong Zhao led 70,000 troops to Gubei City. Gubei City has 10,000 troops, so it cannot be defended."

The general who spoke had a solemn expression on his face. He traced his finger across the map, his voice growing even deeper. "Ouyang Shucai's 80,000 troops have already rested for a day in Pingfeng Town."

"Tomorrow, he will definitely attack."

The situation on the map is extremely clear.

The expected reinforcements from the Qin army are at least five days away.

In Gubei City, Ouyang Shucai's army will probably launch a general attack tomorrow.

As long as Ouyang Shucai raises his troops to attack, the Northern Army will never stand idly by.

Both Gubei City and Linghe Camp were difficult to resist.

"Can we return to Gubei City overnight to provide assistance?"

Lei Ming turned to look at Li Jinyun and spoke in a low voice.

They made a mistake in judgment, and Murong Zhao and Ouyang Shu split up the Zhenxi Army. Their previous plans of holding on with all their might and delaying the enemy all fell through.

The current situation is beyond redemption.

"It's too late." Li Jinyun shook his head. "Ouyang Shucai's army stopped at Pingfeng Town to prevent us from returning to reinforce Gubei City."

"If we dare to move, he will attack us halfway."

The atmosphere in the big tent was extremely depressing.

Unable to rescue Gubei City, we can only be trapped here and wait for defeat. How can we not feel aggrieved in such a situation?
"Rise up at three o'clock in the morning and cross the Ling River."

Li Jinyun's voice rang out in the big tent.

Everyone looked up.

Crossed the Ling River and fought a desperate battle with the Jubei Army.

If we lose this battle, the northern border will be lost.

But this is a life-or-death struggle.

"promise!"

Everyone clasped their fists and walked out of the tent.

Li Jinyun and Lei Ming looked at each other with serious expressions.

……

Night falls.

On the other side of Baiyun Ferry, by the Ling River.

Ten thousand cavalrymen silently put on their armor.