It all started with one person becoming a shaman, but the Stand user...

Defending Luzhou to the death would certainly earn the appreciation of Li Keyong and Li Cunxu.

Furthermore, by engaging in high-intensity warfare, one can not only forge a formidable army but also find opportunities to establish genuine authority and gain true control over it.

It has many benefits.

But he wasn't ruthless.

It's easy to say, but these people are all standing vividly in front of him, each one of them a child born of a father and mother.

They still couldn't bring themselves to deliberately send them into the meat grinder.

Upon hearing the words "sent away for nothing," everyone's expressions turned serious.

Most of the men they brought were the strongest and healthiest of their tribesmen; they couldn't afford to lose any.

"so."

Qinghe Miao pointed to the ground beneath his feet:

"Instead of going to Luzhou City as cannon fodder, we should block the Liang army's supply lines from the rear to the Luzhou front here! We should seize the opportunity to sabotage their catapults, arrows, and provisions!"

If successful, it would be no less helpful to Luzhou than if we directly went to defend the city! Moreover, we are already familiar with the terrain of this mountain range, making it safer and more likely to yield results. We can demonstrate our value before Prince Li Cunxu and even the Prince of Jin!

After hearing this, the doubts and solemnity on everyone's faces gradually disappeared, replaced by a sense of realization and a hint of joy.

They launched a surprise attack on logistics and disrupted supplies.

This is indeed the tactic that their troops, who are familiar with the terrain, can best utilize!

It can effectively strike the enemy, maximize the preservation of one's own strength, and also gain real merit, which can be described as killing three birds with one stone!

Of course, even a surprise attack on the logistics would inevitably encounter Liang Jun's siege and retaliation, and the enemy would be forced to retreat.

However, compared to directly confronting Liang's army camp, the risk has been greatly reduced.

They brought only the elite of the tribe.

After seeking refuge with the Jin state, they have received some supplies that the Jin state managed to send them.

Their physical condition and equipment were not a major problem, and they were not much different from ordinary soldiers of this era.

But true elites are not trained, but forged in the crucible of war!

The battles to come will be the touchstone to test their mettle!

Only an army that can respond to and adapt to war has the real capital to secure its place in this chaotic world and even pursue career advancement!

If you can't even win a battle of this magnitude, what kind of ambition do you have?

It's better to disband now and just go home and eat our own food!

Upon hearing this, the generals in the tent gradually developed a fanatical look in their eyes.

Not just ordinary people, but also these local tyrants who used to only seek self-preservation, who wouldn't want to transcend class boundaries?

The current situation is one of half-hearted compliance, with each side harboring its own ulterior motives.

However, it must be said that an opportunity has indeed arisen at the same time.

A general surnamed Fu stepped forward first, clasped his hands in a fist and said loudly:

"Our lord is wise! His profound wisdom is beyond our reach! We are willing to devote our lives to helping him!"

Others echoed his sentiments, instantly enlivening the atmosphere inside the tent.

These formalities need no further explanation. Qing Hemiao simply nodded calmly, glanced at the crowd, and gave the order:

"Order the entire army to remain on high alert! Send out all scouts and reconnaissance personnel to closely monitor all movements within a 20-mile radius! All soldiers shall take turns resting and be ready to engage the enemy at any time!"

At this moment, he was wearing a set of Tang Dynasty-style lamellar armor, carefully selected from supplies sent from the State of Jin.

The nail plates were polished to a jet black and glossy finish, and the breastplate mirror was so bright it could reflect one's image. Beside it sat a double-headed, carved, eyebrow-length staff.

In this military uniform, Qing Hemiao's originally handsome face, which had a touch of scholarly air, gained an added air of convincing heroism and ruthlessness.

Even these unruly local tyrants couldn't help but feel awe and dared not underestimate them.

"Yes!"

The generals, their expressions solemn, responded in unison.

They then left the main tent in succession, each returning to their respective headquarters to reorganize their troops and relay orders.

As for why Qinghe Miao chose this ambush spot out of the several non-Z roads reported by the scouts, no one asked at this moment.

Chapter 78 A Master of Both Literature and Military Strategy, Unparalleled Strategist

After everyone had left, Qinghe Miao's tense back finally relaxed slightly.

It is not easy to demonstrate absolute confidence and control when facing this group of "allies" and "subordinates".

He turned his gaze back to the rough map spread out on the table and picked it up.

Then, he picked up a rough ceramic teacup from the table and poured the half-cooled tea inside onto the flat surface without hesitation, creating an irregular water stain.

【The Purple Hermit】

His Stand ability activated, and he slapped the damp tabletop, producing a strange effect.

The pool of water on the table, which had been a single, continuous patch, began to slowly flow, gather, and separate after being slapped apart!

If an outsider familiar with the terrain were to see this at this moment, they would be astonished to discover it.

The final pattern formed by the water stains surprisingly matched the outline of the surrounding map!

Qinghe Miao picked up a rag from the table and wiped her hands. She held up the map and compared it repeatedly with the water stains.

Double-check the enemy's distance and direction of attack.

Part of the water stains protruded slightly at a certain point, as if marking a "dot".

At the same time, another small puddle of water separates from the main body and evolves into a simple symbol resembling an hourglass, which slowly changes.

"Distance...direction...approximate time..."

Qinghe Miao muttered to himself.

Using the abilities of the Purple Hermit, he was able to pinpoint the path the enemy's supplies would take.

It also vaguely sensed the location and approximate speed at which the "target" was approaching.

This allows you to even predict roughly when the other party will arrive!

"Facts prove it. DIO is just a vampire, what does he know about a hammer stand!"

Qinghe Miao couldn't help but complain in his heart.

This strategic intelligence gathering and battlefield situation awareness capability is incredibly useful.

In some cases, it's more effective than ten "worlds"!

Especially in a world where the power of "Heavenly Way" and "Fate's Edge" is not strong enough to conceal or backfire.

The Purple Hermit's "exploration" method is practically like having a cheat code!

Its value is immeasurable.

Qinghe Miao says it's really good, YYDS!

After confirming several times that her predictions were correct, Qinghe Miao picked up the rag on the table and carefully wiped the water stains off the table.

"Report—!"

Sure enough, about half an hour later, hurried footsteps and shouts came from outside the tent.

The generals, leading scouts covered in dust, rushed into the tent, knelt on one knee, and loudly reported:

"Reporting to my lord! Enemy tracks have been spotted at a bend in the mountain road five li ahead! It's about a squad of twenty cavalry, well-armored and moving cautiously. We suspect they are the vanguard scouts of Liang's Wuz team! Please give your instructions, my lord!"

Everything is going as expected.

Qinghe Miao remained unmoved and gave the order in a deep voice:

"Scout again! Keep a close eye on them, pay attention to the distance and size of the follow-up convoy, and report back immediately!"

"Yes!"

The scouts accepted the order and quickly withdrew.

Immediately afterwards, Qing Hemiao turned to the generals who had followed him in:

"Order the entire army to immediately assemble in the pre-arranged formation! Prepare to engage the enemy!"

"Yes!"

The generals also seemed rather nervous, and quickly turned and left the tent.

The order, like a stone thrown into calm water, quickly created ripples throughout the camp.

After a brief commotion and a tense rallying order, hundreds of private soldiers from various households quickly lined up according to the simple Tang Dynasty military system, at the command of their respective leaders.

Most of the soldiers had solemn and serious expressions, and many were breathing heavily.

Even though they were from the same hometown and clan, no one dared to talk freely at this moment; the air was filled with the oppressive atmosphere of the impending war.

Qinghe Miao rode his horse to the front of the formation.

Although these people's movements and formations were not exactly uniform, there were clear distinctions between the soldiers of each family, and their positions were somewhat loose.

However, they were able to maintain their basic formation and move relatively quickly.

They had clearly received some level of military training before and were not a complete mob.

But he wanted to achieve the kind of military he envisioned.

Then we need to find a way to truly control this army and train it in accordance with certain requirements over a long period of time.

As his gaze swept over the faces that were about to face the test of blood and fire, Qing Hemiao secretly made plans in his heart.

But now is not the time to think about that.

He reined in his warhorse, straightened his back, and spoke in a booming voice:

"Soldiers! We have changed our flags and gathered here today not because we enjoy fighting, but because chaos is imminent. If we do not fight to the death to carve out a way to survive, we will not be able to protect our parents, wives, children, land, and property. We will only become fish on someone else's chopping board, at their mercy!"

The soldiers listened intently, many finding it reasonable, many scoffing at it.

But no matter what, it's always encouraging when someone comes out and says a few words.

"Now, the enemy has delivered themselves to our doorstep! Enough with the nonsense, the opportunity to achieve great things and secure a prosperous future is right before your eyes! Use the swords and spears in your hands, starting from this moment!"

"Make great achievements! Make great achievements!!"

His words ignited a spark of passion and fighting spirit within me.

After a brief silence, hundreds of people shouted in unison, dispelling some of the fear and startling countless birds into flight.

Qinghe Miao nodded slightly, and after the shouts subsided, he spoke again, making the following arrangements:

"In this battle, I will personally lead a team to charge ahead! All generals, each fulfilling their duties, will fight bravely against the enemy! The supervisory teams formed by each family will be at the rear of the formation. Anyone who retreats or hesitates to advance in the face of the enemy, regardless of who they are, will be executed without mercy!"

He was surrounded by about thirty fully armed cavalrymen.

These are the guards of the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Temple.

Over the years, some of them, who already possessed some skills, were recruited.

Some people have a good physical constitution and their physical condition has been significantly improved after receiving sufficient food at the temple.

In addition, given Qinghe Miao's status, he could prioritize selecting several sets of relatively neat and simple armor and horses to equip these people.

Thus, these people naturally formed his initial personal guard.

As for supervising battles and executing deserters, Qinghe Miao was well aware of his own limitations.

He wasn't exactly soft-hearted, but he didn't like this kind of thing.

This kind of work is better left to the more ruthless local warlords.

The appearance of the various supervisory teams instantly instilled a sense of awe in the hundreds of soldiers.

However, after the stick, there must be sweet dates.