Chapter 842 Divine Soldiers Descend from Heaven

Han Laowu was completely dumbfounded. After all, according to normal procedure, that kind of steep hillside, that kind of terrain that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, that kind of sound defensive preparations that had been made so early;

Even if you didn't have a back-and-forth struggle for several days, you could at least have a few rounds, right?

Taking ten thousand steps back,

You could at least have a fierce battle or stalemate for a while, right?

How long has it been? It really was like the Yan army had arrived, the Yan army had gone up, and the Yan army had taken the mountain!

Xie Yu'an then opened his mouth and said, "The Yan army in front, according to the scouts, should be Chen Yang's unit from the Sushan Camp. The Sushan Camp itself is serving a sentence, so naturally it has the ambition to perform meritorious service;

Furthermore,

When the Jingnan Prince of Yan first compiled the New Jingnan Army, Chen Yang, Luo Ling, and Ren Juan were the three original Grand Commanding Officers of the main battalion of the Jingnan Army, and what they commanded was the earliest direct line of elite of the Jingnan Army.

When the Jingnan Prince of Yan led troops to fight, he often used Chen Yang's unit as his central army."

"In other words, the Li Fusheng unit that we buried earlier was the strongest army of the Zhenbei Army in Jin, and the Chen Yang unit in front of us is the strongest existing force of the Jingnan Army."

Xie Yu'an still remembered the scene when he went to the military camp to see his father after the Battle of Wenxin Lake.

Han Laowu sighed. At this time, it was inconvenient for him to say anything more. He couldn't very well point at this "New Zhao King's" nose and scold him for having a bunch of useless subordinates, could he?

Xie Yu'an then reminded, "Your Majesty, we must send more troops to the second mountain stronghold."

Guan Shantong then woke up and immediately said, "This humble general will immediately send the most valiant and skilled general under my command."

In his distraction, he no longer referred to himself as "This King."

After Guan Shantong went down the city wall,

Han Laowu couldn't bear it any longer and said to Xie Yu'an, "Now, I'm not surprised why the Kingdom of Zhao could be taken so easily by the Yan people. This Zhao army is really useless to the extreme, unheard of."

Xie Yu'an nodded, echoing, "That's right, there really are soldiers in this world even worse than the Qian army of yesteryear."

Han Laowu didn't get angry when he heard this, but instead laughed along.

He and this Young Master Xie had established a good private friendship, and some jokes could be made between the two of them without rising to the level of national hatred.

Han Laowu sat down and lamented,

"It's a pity for such good terrain. How great it would be if General Nian was here."

Once, Nian Yao always adopted a defensive posture when fighting against the Jingnan Prince, and was ridiculed as "Nian the Great Turtle";

Xie Yu'an nodded and said, "Sometimes, being able to defend and endure is also a skill. General Nian just couldn't bear it for a moment and fell into the abyss with one wrong step.

If Nian Yao had continued to steadily defend the banks of the Wei River, my Great Chu would not be so passive as it is now."

Xie Yu'an reached out, took out an orange, and peeled it as he said,

"The Yan people have just taken a stronghold. Do you think they will rest?"

Commander Han opened his mouth and said, "One must understand the principle of irresistible momentum."

"But climbing up the mountain and then down the mountain, and then up the mountain again, with such heavy armor, can people bear it?"

Han Laowu replied,

"When morale is high, people can turn into beasts."

Silently,

Han Laowu added another sentence:

"Like the beasts at Wenxin Lake, the Yan people still have quite a few."

...

Chen Yang was bandaging the wound on his right arm. When he was charging into the formation earlier, he was approached by a Zhao soldier with an axe, who chopped down with an axe. He used his right arm covered with armor plates to block, while stimulating his blood energy to strengthen it.

The problem wasn't too big, but because the blood energy had splashed out, there was a not-shallow cut on his right arm.

Around Chen Yang, all the vanguard soldiers who had followed him to charge the stronghold were now lying on the ground taking a midday nap.

The first mountain was taken very easily. The Zhao army's combat quality and morale were really too poor;

However, Chen Yang did not choose to rush to the next mountain without stopping. If it was a cavalry charge in the wilderness, he could lead his men to charge seven or eight times in one go without taking a break. But the problem was that the sun was very high now, the weather was hot, and the soldiers' consumption was already very high. Moreover, the newly taken mountain had to be cleared and occupied by the rear army, which all took time.

Forcing an attack on the next mountain, it would be fine if they could take it in one battle, but if they suffered a slight setback and the rear was not firmly established, it was very likely that the Zhao people would take back the previously occupied mountain in one fell swoop.

Fan Li had also taken off his armor early. He wasn't even wearing an inner lining inside, leaving only a pair of large shorts, and he was sitting there gulping down water non-stop.

The heavy armor of the other soldiers who were taking a midday nap was covered with leaves and vines by the newly replenished assault battalion soldiers to provide some shade.

From time to time, they also had to pour some water on the armor to cool it down.

Like bitter medicine being good for illness, armor that could ensure increased protection and save your life was definitely cold in winter and hot in summer.

The Xuanjia armor of the Prince of Pingxi was a gift from the Emperor and could be considered a treasure from the bottom of the Yan royal palace. However, unless he was attending some relatively grand occasions, the Prince of Pingxi would only wear it occasionally. At other times, he would only wear the python robe that Fourth Niang had modified. There was no other reason. Wearing it was heroic and martial, but it was really uncomfortable.

Further out, soldiers had already brought over food.

The soldiers who had been napping got up and began to eat. It was too hot, and everyone didn't have much appetite, but they were still gobbling it down.

After eating, they put down their bowls and chopsticks and began to solve their physiological excretion problems on a large scale.

This part of a person's function could be trained. The simplest thing was to have to go to the latrine every morning, and after being tempered by several rounds of life-and-death crises, one could reach the point where one should solve it when it should be solved.

The Prince of Pingxi also had this habit. Before the battle, everyone basically solved their eating and going to the latrine in a concentrated period of time, and then devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the battlefield. You couldn't very well be fighting and tell your opponent that your stomach was uncomfortable and you couldn't hold it in, so wait a moment while you solved it and then continued to fight. Even if you were standing in the formation as the central army or rear army and it wasn't your turn to press on, everyone was on high alert. If you told your centurion that you needed to relieve yourself at this time, it was very likely that you would be regarded as deserting and be beheaded on the spot to rectify military discipline!

Fan Li was holding a large rice bowl and continued to eat. He always had a good appetite.

Chen Yang looked at him and said, "Can you still charge?"

This iron tower-like man had basically stood in front of him during the last round of charging. When he finally charged into the stronghold, he also smashed himself up like a battering ram, breaking through the gap.

Truly a peerless tiger general!

Chen Yang was also a veteran and knew what kind of effect this kind of fierce general could have in a fierce battle.

Fan Li nodded,

Said:

"I'm fine as long as I'm full."

…

In the afternoon,

The sun had passed its most poisonous stage.

Chen Yang gave an order, and the assault battalion, which had been replenished with soldiers, put on their armor again.

This kind of "easy to defend and difficult to attack" terrain was not completely unfavorable to the attacking side, provided that you were elite enough.

Because under the restrictions of the terrain, the number of soldiers that both sides could actually put into a frontal battle would not be too many. This would lead to a situation where the side with a quality deviation would find it difficult to make up for the battlefield with a numerical advantage;

Therefore, even though Chen Yang knew that after he had taken the first mountain, the Zhao army on the opposite side would definitely strengthen their vigilance and defense of the next mountain, he still chose to rest for a while.

Because the Zhao army couldn't grow wings and fly to the sky to help in the battle;

After putting on his armor again, Chen Yang twisted his neck and looked at Fan Li, only to find that the other party had not only put on the iron can a long time ago, but had also put a ring of naan around his neck and was still eating it.

Chen Yang reminded, "You have to put down your visor."

Fan Li smiled and nodded.

This time,

There was no pre-battle mobilization, because the smooth capture of the first mountain had already proven the fact that the Zhao army was a bunch of pigs, and everyone's morale was very high.

Not being careless was for the generals. In fact, for the soldiers, the commander wished they would treat the enemy as worthless trash and see themselves as gods descending to earth before the battle.

The brave win when narrow roads meet; after all, it was just a shiver.

The familiar steps were re-enacted in the afternoon.

Chen Yang led the assault battalion to begin climbing the mountain, and the rear troops were also ready.

After going up a distance, the Zhao people's arrows fell again;

Even though the Zhao people occupied the terrain advantage, their arrows were still weak and inaccurate;

The Yan soldiers still tried their best to avoid the arrows while maintaining a steady climb, just like in the morning. Those who were shot and lost their ability to move would lie down on their own.

Those who were shot in vital points would silently lie there and wail, waiting to die;

Their comrades would take a look and then look away.

When fighting in the pugilistic world or in gang fights, it was possible for someone on one side to rush forward and hold the head of someone who had been shot and fallen to the ground, and then say a few words back and forth;

But in a real battle, there was no room for such affectation.

After the battle was over, there would be enough time to mourn the fallen comrades. Perhaps they themselves would be going down together soon, saving even the mourning.

The same silence, the same rhythm, the same cadence, the Zhao army above experienced almost the exact same feeling of scalp tingling that the comrades on the previous mountain had faced in this situation.

Finally,

The distance was shortened to a certain extent.

Chen Yang drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and shot it out.

All the Yan soldiers began to draw their bows and nock arrows to retaliate. There was almost no difference between this kind of shooting at this distance and the era of firing squads. The first thing that was tested was the courage of both sides;

But unfortunately, Chen Yang's side really had irresistible morale. As Xie Yu'an said, they had come to wipe away their shame.

Moreover, the gap in archery was completely crushing.

This kind of thing could not be trained in a short period of time. The Yan people were good at riding and shooting, which was a well-known fact. After all, for a long time, the Yan people's main life-and-death enemy was the barbarians;

The barbarians were natural hunters from a young age. If you wanted to be able to compete with them, you would certainly need the guarantee of armor and military discipline, but riding and shooting skills must not lag behind too much;

In comparison, not only the Zhao people, but even the two great powers of Qian and Chu, would have to spend more time and energy, that is, cost, on post-training in order to make their soldiers, if not equal to the Yan army in riding and shooting, at least barely qualified to deal with a few moves.

This kind of skill, individual talent, could be quickly achieved, but for an army, quick success was almost impossible.

Therefore,

A familiar scene happened again;

The Zhao people quickly lost the courage to continue watching their comrades being shot while they continued to fight back. Many Zhao soldiers simply shrank back and hugged their heads;

Under this ebb and flow, the Yan army naturally completed the suppression from below to above.

But at this moment, a Zhao general appeared above and personally led hundreds of heavily armored soldiers to charge down.

This had not happened when attacking the first military stronghold;

Fan Li raised his double axes, ready to fight, but was pulled back by Chen Yang:

"Retreat three hundred steps!"

The Yan army began to retreat, avoiding its sharp edge.

The Zhao army above cheered when they saw that their own army had repelled the Yan army's offensive.

But soon,

The Yan army, which had just completed the retreat, under Chen Yang's second whistle of an arrow, held bows on both wings, and all those in the middle dropped their bows and crossbows, drew their sabers, and began a rapid charge.

Those who knew how to box knew that if you threw a punch and left a little bit of strength to stack it again, the power would be stronger and it would hurt more;

The same principle applied to the battlefield. First, let you have half a body position, and then directly crush you when your initial vigor was unloaded.

The archers on both wings were responsible for suppressing the enemy's middle road, while their own middle road was responsible for rapid penetration.

For the archers on both wings, they no longer distracted themselves with other things, but wholeheartedly helped suppress the enemy's middle road. This required overcoming a great fear, because they could not retaliate against the enemies who were shooting arrows at them;

And the armored soldiers charging in the middle ignored everything and only focused on hacking down the opponents in front of them.

The trust and responsibility of comrades were revealed at this moment;

For the sake of victory, I can die.

The world praised how the Jingnan Prince traveled thousands of miles in ten days, destroying two of the three families in Jin;

And how he single-handedly crushed the main force of the wild men on the banks of Wangjiang;

And how he burned down Yingdu in one battle after a long-distance raid.

Perhaps because that white-haired military god was too dazzling, many people neglected that what he commanded back then was the Jingnan Army, which he had personally trained for more than ten years.

The Jingnan bloodline still exists today.

"Kill!"

…

"They've been repelled, they've been repelled."

Guan Shantong wiped his sweat. A flag signal came from the front that the Yan army's attack on the second mountain had been repelled in the first round.

Xie Yu'an silently brought the peeled orange pulp to Guan Shantong's mouth, and Guan Shantong accepted it with a sense of being overwhelmed by favor.

Han Laowu then raised his feet, and things had finally returned to normal.

But the "quiet and leisure" of these three people did not last long.

A new round of flag signals came,

The orange pulp that Guan Shantong had just eaten halfway in his hand fell to the ground.

This second mountain was also lost.

In one day,

Two mountains were lost in a row.

This newly promoted "King of Zhao" had fallen into a deep state of self-doubt.

Originally, he believed that with the help of Qian and Chu, after establishing himself as king, he had a certain probability of counterattacking and truly sitting on the dragon throne;

Many of these small countries had been established and survived by relying on the support of the great powers behind them;

The Yan people were very powerful, but the Yan people were not invincible. At Wenxin Lake, Qian and Chu had already won once, hadn't they?

He felt that he could gamble, because the reward for winning was too high, too high.

But now,

Reality slapped him in the face twice in a row.

"Help the King down to rest."

Xie Yu'an said.

Guan Shantong was helped down to rest.

Han Laowu turned to look at Xie Yu'an and said, "Shall we... fill it in?"

Xie Yu'an spread his hands and said, "Your soldiers, you decide."

Han Laowu's unit was stationed behind Sanshan Pass at this time, originally intending to use the Zhao army to block the Yan people here layer by layer, making the Yan people exhausted, and then take the opportunity to kill and catch the Yan people by surprise;

But now…

Han Laowu gritted his teeth and said:

"The Yan people's fire is burning fiercely now. No matter how much we continue to fill in, we will only be burned."

Xie Yu'an nodded and said: "Alright, anyway, the higher-ups don't seem to be prepared to directly open a decisive battle in Liang. If we don't fight here and let the Yan people seize this place, the gateway to Liang will be wide open, and our Qian-Chu coalition will only have the option of returning home."

Han Laowu cursed:

"That cheap Prince of Pingxi will get this undeserved victory for nothing. At that time, the world will think that our Qian-Chu coalition was scared away by his Prince of Pingxi's name;

Little do they know that the two countries' courts were observing, and observing meant not wanting to gamble everything here, and they had already been thinking about calling it quits when things were going well."

Gambling required momentum, an unstoppable momentum. Now that they didn't have this momentum, they would naturally call it quits when things were going well.

Xie Yu'an laughed when he heard this,

Said

"That's a shameless thing to say. I don't think that Prince of Pingxi wanted this superficial victory at all. He wanted to bite off a large chunk of our flesh."

Han Laowu's expression was a little embarrassed.

Xie Yu'an continued; "Three armies set out together, not even wanting their homes. This is a posture of risking their lives from the start. It's difficult. My Xie family army is the foundation of the Xie family. Your Qian Kingdom has finally trained these few decent armies in recent years. The rest of the armies can only defend the city and dare not fight in the field.

He, the Prince of Pingxi, is a Yan person, but his foundation is in Jin Dong. He doesn't feel bad about using the Yan army to fight.

We have been at a disadvantage from the beginning in this gamble.

Alright, alright,

Order the troops to withdraw in two days."

"So soon?" Han Laowu was a little surprised.

Xie Yu'an blinked,

"Too fast? I still think it's too slow."

…

At night,

The third mountain caught fire.

The Yan army launched a night attack on the third mountain after dark. The Zhao army in Sanshan Pass sent troops to assist, but they failed and were instead defeated by the Yan army.

In one day and night,

The Yan army took three mountains in one breath,

And their advance pointed directly at the throat of Sanshan Pass.

The Qian army behind Sanshan Pass chose to withdraw in the morning, much faster than expected, because it was meaningless to continue fighting this battle.

As for the Zhao army,

First, they were defeated by the Yan army's divine soldiers descending from heaven, and then they watched as the Qian army withdrew. Their morale could not be said to be scattered, but rather self-collapsed from top to bottom.

The newly promoted King of Zhao, Guan Shantong, was directly intercepted and captured alive by several deputy generals whose families were still in the Zhao capital, who were also his newly "appointed" Generals of National Protection, and they led their personal guards to open the gate and surrender.

…

On this day,

Chen Yang, the Earl of Yishan of Great Yan, stood on the city wall and personally wielded his saber to cut off the head of this "King of Zhao". He grabbed a handful of cooked beans that he didn't know where his subordinates had found, rolled them in the blood, and threw them into his mouth to chew with a "crunch, crunch" sound.

His Adam's apple trembled, and his expression was painful,

Finally,

He couldn't help but spit it out,

And cursed:

"This Earl really can't learn the taste of that old雜毛 Li Fusheng."

…

Also on this day,

The Prince of Pingxi, who was leading his army to make a detour around the back like a whirlwind and ate an unknown amount of dust, received a report from the scouts in front;

Saying that a Qian army had just withdrawn eastward from the direction of Sanshan Pass, with a strict rear guard and no flaws.

Not long after,

His own scouts made contact with the Yan scouts sent out from Sanshan Pass and relayed the news of the great victory at Sanshan Pass.

The Prince of Pingxi himself, sitting on the Pi Xiu,

Looked at this victory report,

Couldn't help but smash it on the ground,

And cursed:

"Damn it!"

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There's more tonight.