Chapter 835 The Great Yan's... Fury!

The Prince of Pingxi's royal banner flew high above the South Gate Pass's city tower.

The blind man, draped in a cloak, stood on the city wall, watching the endless stream of soldiers and laborers, and the boundless array of military camps and tents stretching into the distance.

The masses of people and animals were dense and numerous. Various troops and, further below, different military branches, gave off an organized feel. While it wasn't perfectly orderly – the noise was unavoidable – from this high vantage point, a clear sense of order could still be perceived.

The blind man didn't peel an orange; instead, his fingertips gently traced the battlements. He spoke slowly,

"I've been telling you about organizational structures and efficiency. You've learned quickly, but there's one thing I haven't taught you, because it's impossible to teach."

Behind him, Chen Daole and He Chunlai, who had just finished tallying the latest batch of supplies, stood wearily. Hearing the blind man's words, they perked up.

The lazybones at the village entrance often mocked the impoverished lives of the village scholars, questioning the usefulness of their knowledge.

But in reality, the higher one stood, the more one stood at the forefront of a profession, and the more capable people one encountered, the more one felt a sense of crisis, and the more one understood the importance of learning and progress.

Chen Daole and He Chunlai were both Jin natives, and in their early years, they were members of the anti-Yan restoration organization. Now, they were working for the Yan Kingdom's royal court, seemingly betraying their country for personal gain, becoming running dogs.

But the royal court was cultivating them to be future "left and right prime ministers." Compared to the royal court's generosity, even being "running dogs" didn't feel like a compromise.

The blind man raised a finger, saying,

"That is 'One'."

He Chunlai and Chen Daole immediately pondered.

Chen Daole spoke first, "Is the teacher referring to the royal banner behind us?"

He Chunlai said, "One begets all things."

The blind man smiled and said,

"Daole's point is spot-on, but I prefer Chunlai's analogy."

The blind man's fingers itched again.

Chen Daole unconsciously touched the sore at the corner of his mouth.

He Chunlai thoughtfully offered the orange he had prepared in his pocket.

The blind man touched the orange and continued,

"In short, organizational models, in my view, are roughly divided into two types. One is a bottom-up consolidation of the foundation, with a rigorous structure. The officials of the Qian Kingdom like to shout 'with all upright men in court, the ruler can be as Yao and Shun'. Regardless of what they actually do, the meaning is correct.

If the foundation is solid, and the ground is firm, then whether the person above sits, lies, or even jumps, the building will be hard to collapse.

The other is top-down, with one begetting all things. One is the main focus, and the bottom will automatically adjust to a suitable shape to match the idea of the One.

The officialdom of Suzhou City,

No,

The southwest of Jin,

No,

Even the entire west and central Jin,

The various troops that have rushed over, plus the massive laborers, and the supplies and equipment on the way, are all driven by 'One'."

Chen Daole asked, "Then, in the teacher's opinion, which is better?"

"The vicissitudes of life, the changes of the world, how can today's wind blow to tomorrow's people? In the end, it must be adapted to local conditions."

He Chunlai said, "The teacher is right. Since there is no eternal love, there is no eternal law. What is sought, seen, looked at, and thought of, is all unique."

"Hehe."

Just then,

"Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!!"

The drums sounded.

"Teacher, the Prince is beating the drums to gather the generals."

With the royal banner erected, the next step was inevitably the gathering of generals.

Since crossing the Wang River, numerous troops had flocked to the Prince of Pingxi, but he hadn't deliberately summoned them. But with war imminent, how could he not meet them? After all, thoughts and tactics had to be unified.

The blind man shook his cloak and said, "Keep a close eye on the supply of grain."

Chen Daole smiled wryly, "But teacher, this dispatch of troops is still somewhat rushed. Not to mention the lack of surplus grain in various treasuries, the scale of the garrison inside and outside South Gate Pass might mean that even before we can deploy outside the pass, the follow-up grain supply will be stretched thin."

"Stretched thin" meant that the army's grain supply would last only a few days. The army would consume whatever was transported from the rear in just a few days, and if anything happened in the rear, the army could be in danger of running out of food.

He Chunlai said, "Also, there are too many soldiers, which puts a lot of pressure on our logistics."

The blind man didn't mind,

Saying:

"These, you don't need to worry about. You need to know that every profession has its specialty. You take care of what you should take care of. As for how to fight a war, the ruler has his own plans.

I can't fight a war either, I'll just watch."

...

Accompanied by the sound of drums, all generals with the rank of deputy general and above gathered at the commander's tent.

The friction of armor seemed to be dyed with solemnity here.

Many generals felt a trance as they rushed here, as if they had returned to the situation where everyone gathered under the command of the Prince of Jingnan.

Every general entering the area of the central army commander's tent would remove his weapons, which were taken care of by the prince's personal soldiers.

This was a new rule, previously left to discretion.

But this time, Chen Xianba, along with Liu Dahu and Zheng Man, stood outside the commander's tent, responsible for placing weapons.

No one disobeyed. First, the commander's tent was right in front, and everyone knew who was inside. Since they were willing to accept this command and lead their troops here, it was an acknowledgment of that person.

Secondly, a man wearing a bamboo hat and white clothes stood beside them.

You might not recognize him, but you couldn't fail to recognize the sword stuck in the ground in front of him... Longyuan.

The Jin Land Sword Saint had been following the Prince of Pingxi for a long time, which was not a secret. With the Sword Saint personally guarding the formation, no one would dare to be presumptuous or do anything special.

In fact, the Sword Saint didn't need to show up, because no one would dare to cause trouble today. Under the major affairs of the military and the power of the monarchy, where would these military leaders dare to act rashly?

But the Sword Saint had nothing to do and wanted to spend more time with his children, and no one could say he was wrong.

According to tradition, the tent would be opened only after all the generals had gathered. Everyone could enter together, not in a chaotic manner.

After Luo Ling handed over his saber, he saw that food was being distributed in front, and then, a familiar garrison commander actually knelt down, holding a steamed bun in his left hand and a bowl of meat soup in his right, tears streaming down his face.

"Heh."

Luo Ling smiled disdainfully. This bootlicking was a bit too much.

However, when Luo Ling walked in and saw Tiantian personally bringing a bowl of meat soup carefully to him, calling out:

"Uncle Luo, drink soup."

Luo Ling, a former leading general under the Prince of Jingnan, whose troops often served as the central army for the prince, suddenly felt his nose and eyes turn sour, and his vision became blurred.

As he took the soup bowl with both hands, he subconsciously knelt on one knee:

"Greetings, Your Highness the Heir!"

Tiantian was very cute, very sturdy, and strictly speaking, a bit fat, but in a cute way, and between his brows, one could vaguely see the Prince's appearance from back then.

"Uncle, drink soup."

Tiantian urged with a smile,

"Ganju (Godfather) told me not to let the uncles get cold or hungry."

"Good, good."

Luo Ling nodded vigorously and took a sip of the soup.

At this moment, another small figure walked over, holding two steamed buns in his hand, handing them over.

"General Luo, take this to fill your stomach."

Luo Ling took the steamed buns and looked again. Who else could it be but the Crown Prince?

Once, at their peak and most self-centered, the Northern Garrison Army and the Jingnan Army had both harbored the idea of helping their respective marquises rebel.

The Marquis of the North chose to "disband" themselves, while the Prince of Jingnan chose to go far west.

Of the remaining emerging forces, apart from the Prince of Pingxi's court, there were no other strongholds to reach for that goal.

And this kind of thing, once it loses its leader, is like life losing its direction. You instinctively have to find another goal to fill this void.

Xu Wenzu used to clamor to open the gates of Hutou City to lead the Northern Garrison Army into the city to help the Marquis of the North take over the Great Yan, but when the Marquis of the North made it clear that he did not desire the dragon throne, Xu Wenzu immediately transformed into a loyal subject of the Great Yan.

The same was true of the Jingnan Army.

When Tian Wujing was gone, the legitimacy of the Ji family immediately stood out.

The same thing, Chen Yang might have really beheaded the imperial envoy to rebel back then, but now, although Chen Yang claimed to be ill at home, he still didn't choose to take that most extreme step.

"Greetings, Your Highness the Crown Prince, long live the Crown Prince!"

"General Luo, please rise. Two steamed buns should not be enough. You eat first, and I'll go get more."

Two children,

Tiantian was a little older, responsible for serving soup;

The Crown Prince was a little younger, responsible for taking steamed buns;

They "hosted" each general who came in. The generals under the former Jingnan Army would kneel down and salute when they saw the Heir, with tears in their eyes, and they would also show respect and reverence when facing the Crown Prince.

Relatively speaking, the Jin generals were more enthusiastic and more flattered by the Crown Prince.

In short,

The atmosphere outside the commander's tent was very good.

Unlike the Prince of Pingxi, who was used to being served tea and cigarettes at home, these generals experienced what it was like to be truly flattered.

Yao Zizhan, the literary master of the Qian Kingdom, was most skilled at boasting. As long as he met someone of value, he would not hesitate to boast. The Qian literati also had the custom of carrying each other's sedan chairs.

Even if you are a child, staying at home, or even just starting to learn, as long as your father's reputation is high enough, you can use your connections to promote a few ugly and unreadable poems as "child prodigy."

The Prince of Pingxi always expressed his disdain for this. He was too lazy to play this game. Of course, boasting was inevitable.

In the early years, when he needed to boast, he relied on the Princess of Chu. There was nothing shameful about it, and it was even something to be proud of. After all, he had snatched his wife himself.

Now,

These two children were placed outside as greeters,

Surpassing thousands of words of boasting.

It was invisible, but in fact, the pretentious aura was so strong that it was about to drip out.

After entertaining the people, Tiantian and the Crown Prince entered the commander's tent first.

Not long after,

The two children opened the curtain,

Using all their strength to shout:

"The Prince commands, open the tent!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

A group of generals immediately tidied up their armor, lined up in two rows, and entered neatly.

After everyone went in, Tiantian and the Crown Prince smiled at each other, and the two turned and walked in.

Inside, two rows of generals stood there, and Eunuch Huang was also among them, standing on one side of the commander's desk, in the position of the supervisor.

Tiantian and the Crown Prince had a small stool each, sitting under the commander's desk.

They were not facing the commander's desk, but with their backs to it, like two attendants under a bodhisattva.

Finally,

The bodhisattva, oh no, the Prince, arrived.

The commander's tent was divided into front and rear areas, the rear being for resting, and the front being for discussing matters.

Zheng Fan, dressed in black armor, walked behind the commander's desk, his eyes slowly scanning the people below.

He didn't rush to speak, but continued to remain silent.

Tiantian and the Crown Prince clearly sensed that the atmosphere inside the commander's tent suddenly became oppressive.

Tiantian was alright, as he had been dealing with zombies and vengeful ghosts since he was a child, but the atmosphere created by this commander's tent, which gathered many veteran generals, really made him feel a deep sense of unease.

The Crown Prince had already begun to tremble. He didn't know what he was afraid of, but he was instinctively fearful, but in order to forcefully maintain his image, he was holding on.

Silence, sometimes, is also a very strong force.

This silence, combined with one's own aura, is often more useful than thousands of words.

The generals below were initially prepared to pay their respects to the Prince together, but the Prince had not started, so everyone did not continue the action. And in the following, facing the Prince of Pingxi's gaze, these old soldiers who had crawled out of the piles of dead people actually couldn't help but start sweating in their palms.

The air in the commander's tent seemed to suddenly become viscous, making it difficult to breathe.

Finally,

Zheng Fan ended this silence that made everyone present feel suffocated:

"We fought a losing battle."

No greetings,

No small talk,

No courtesy;

Straight to the point.

The generals present immediately straightened their backs and listened carefully.

"Earl Huwei is dead, and Earl Huwei's garrison was also basically wiped out in Liang. I don't need to say much, you all know in your hearts what this defeat means.

My Yan people, my Yan army, my Great Yan iron cavalry, have always boasted of being invincible. Over the years, I have fought north and south without any defeats.

But I never brag..."

Speaking of this, Zheng Fan paused, and then continued:

"Because the more victories, the more I feel that the pressure and responsibility on my shoulders are greater.

When my Great Yan gets used to victory, we will get the next victory more and more easily;

Of the countries of Zhuxia (China), only the Qian and Chu can compete with my Yan;

But in the past few years, they have actually gotten used to being defeated by my Great Yan's iron cavalry time and time again!

Once this habit is formed, it is difficult to change.

Their soldiers,

When they see my Great Yan's black dragon flag on the battlefield, their legs will tremble instinctively, and their generals will be unconsciously constrained when fighting with you.

Although not fought, it has already been defeated;

You are all generals, and I believe that you all have your own ways to boost the morale of your troops before the war;

Qian, Chu, they are the same.

I will now tell you clearly,

Why the elites of Qian and Chu must set up an ambush in Liang, and at the cost of heavy losses, they must win a battle against us there.

Because they know,

If they don't win another game, they're done.

Their soldiers will no longer have the heart to dare to fight, and their generals will no longer have the thought of winning!

They are actually betting, fighting with their backs to the water!

Now,

They won the bet.

The military and civilians in the Qian and Chu countries will be delighted by the great battle in Liang. They will realize that my Great Yan's iron cavalry can also be defeated.

They will feel that everyone has two arms and a head, and whoever's head falls will die!

They will no longer have awe of us, of this black dragon flag. Next time, in the same fight, we will pay more casualties to win;

Originally, the city that could be settled by a proclamation needs our soldiers to carry the siege ladder and risk the enemy's arrows, and fill it with their lives!"

Zheng Fan's voice echoed in the commander's tent.

This almost plain language actually has a profound magic.

Because this cognition is standing at a very high level, and it is connected to the ground;

"My Yan army has not many soldiers. Yan needs to be guarded, Jin needs to be guarded, and the snowfields and deserts also need to be guarded. How many soldiers can be drawn to participate in one foreign war after another?

And if we lose this belief in winning every battle, lose the spirit that the old Prince of the North and the old Prince of the South left to my Yan army, how difficult will our next battles be?

Everyone,

When His Majesty ascended the throne, he told the world that his only wish in this life was to let the Great Yan complete the unification of Zhuxia!

I,

Also swore to the old Prince of the South,

I will definitely lead this black dragon banner to destroy any heresy in Zhuxia, and let the black dragon flag become the only one in Zhuxia!

Eight hundred years,

Eight hundred years,

Eight hundred years of vicissitudes of life,

Only now does my Great Yan have the appearance of unification.

I,

Your Majesty,

You, you, all of you,

You can all have this opportunity to be famous in history.

Descendants will remember you, they will remember who ended this chaotic world and made Qiankun (the world) reunite!

Originally, I estimated that in fifteen years, I would be able to lead my Great Yan's iron cavalry, with you, to complete this great cause!

But this time,

Ran Min first lost, and Li Fusheng lost again,

Those quails who should have been shivering under our iron hooves are now daring to show their ridiculous fangs to us!

You know,

I have a deep affection for Earl Huwei, and our relationship is very close. In private, I would respectfully call Earl Huwei 'Brother'.

But here,

I still have to scold Li Fusheng, the Earl Huwei: Idiot!

Arrogant,

Complacent,

It is now almost burying the best pattern of my Great Yan for eight hundred years!

Stupid,

Incredibly stupid!"

The last four words were roared out by the Prince of Pingxi.

The generals present all had serious expressions, but they all began to shrink their necks involuntarily, wishing they could shrink their bodies into the armor they were wearing.

And because Tiantian and the Crown Prince were sitting on small stools in front of the commander's desk, the two children seemed to have a roaring hair dryer on their heads, and their young minds were quite chaotic at this time.

"If you lose face, you have to get it back!

If you lose a battle, you have to fight it back!

They try to use a victory to disintegrate their awe of my Great Yan, so I will return this awe to them five or ten times!

I want to tell the world that my Great Yan, this black dragon flag, cannot be humiliated!

This battle,

My army is only allowed to win, not to lose,

The pace of Great Yan's unification of Zhuxia will never stop.

This generation,

I,

And you,

If we fail to achieve this great cause,

Then you have to let your sons, your nephews, or even your grandsons continue to fight with the Qian and Chu people on the battlefield!

They are all big men,

Even Eunuch Huang..."

Eunuch Huang's body suddenly tightened, and he looked at the Prince of Pingxi nervously.

"In the Battle of Fancheng, Eunuch Huang personally charged forward and really cut off a head. I have always believed that the men of my Great Yan are all good men. My Great Yan, even an eunuch, is more manly than the men of Qian!"

Eunuch Huang: "Hiss..."

"Since you are manly,

Don't leave this mess to the next generation.

Let's just in this generation,

Finish this thing!

The children and grandchildren are free, and they don't have to put on armor like we do today. They can drink tea, eat snacks, and brag about how brave their ancestors were in taking down this beautiful country!

Everyone,

Everyone,

I want to leave this South Gate Pass to wash away my shame,

Are you willing to follow!"

The generals, including Eunuch Huang, all knelt down and said in unison:

"I am willing to follow the Prince of Pingxi to the death!"

"I am willing to follow the Prince of Pingxi to the death!"

Zheng Fan nodded,

Saying;

"Generals, listen to the order..."

…

Outside the commander's tent, Chen Xianba clenched the knife at his waist, and Zheng Man and Liu Dahu, who were beside him, also had extremely solemn expressions after hearing the Prince's speech in the commander's tent.

The Sword Saint sat there, with a pile of sabers stacked in front of him, some of which were famous sabers;

Looking up again, looking at the appearance of those young men, he shook his head.

He knew how eloquent that Zheng was;

No, it was not eloquence, but that person seemed to have a kind of personal charm.

Once, Gou Moli had told himself that he thought he was very good at playing, but later he found out that the ruler was the real expert.

On the other side of the commander's tent, the blind man stood on the side with He Chunlai and Chen Daole, also listening.

In the blind man's view, speeches are actually a very profound subject, and he and Gou Moli are very good at this, but it is also divided into different audiences and different occasions.

The audience is ordinary soldiers and civilians, the difficulty is actually not great, but when the audience is these generals, the difficulty is very great;

Every expression, every action, and even the temperament you switch out at any time must be coordinated with your language.

The blind man let out a sigh, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

If the Prince of Jingnan was here, he would not say so many words, but this does not mean that the master is inferior to the Prince of Jingnan, but that everyone has their own characteristics and style.

This is a kind of... pattern.

The blind man has never given up the great cause of "rebellion". He is still preparing, preparing to one day let the master walk into the Jinluan Hall and sit on that chair in the most beautiful way.

After this battle, the goal will inevitably go a step further.

Because whether it was the Northern Prince or the Southern Prince, while they were strong, the labels on their bodies were also very obvious.

But the master is different, he accepts all rivers.

If you want to rebel, what you see is not how many people will choose to support you, but how many people will choose not to resist you.

The master's growth rate is really amazing, even if he stays at home when nothing is happening, he is still making progress.

With this thought,

A smile appeared on the blind man's face.

…

Inside the commander's tent,

It also entered the final stage.

The Prince of Pingxi ordered the generals to divide the army into three groups.

The chief general of the left army was Luo Ling;

The chief general of the right army was Ren Juan;

The chief general of the central army was the Prince of Pingxi himself.

Li Bao's son was also present, but his prestige was not enough to serve as the chief general of one army. Li Fusheng was also dead. If old Li was here, he would definitely have the position of chief general of one army.

The remaining imperial army leaders, county army leaders, and Jin battalion army leaders simply couldn't compare with the old Jingnan army.

Most of Jin was conquered by Tian Wujing leading the Jingnan army. Naturally, the Jin army leaders were also dominated by the Jingnan army.

Otherwise, the imperial court would not have been the first to target and disintegrate them.

When ordering the generals,

Tiantian and the Crown Prince sat there, watching their gan die (adoptive father) call out a name, and a general would come out and kneel down in response;

This feeling was really cool;

The emotions of the two children were also mobilized, clenching their small fists, as if they were the ones who were going to the battlefield to kill the enemy.

After all,

Which young man has never had a general's dream in his heart?

The Prince of Pingxi pointed to the map,

Saying:

"The left army, enter from the Wei, and transfer to Liang!"

"The right army, enter from the Qi, and transfer to Liang!"

"I will personally lead the central army, detour from the Zhao, and then transfer to Liang!"

"The Qian-Chu coalition army used Liang as a cage to trap Earl Huwei, so I will use the three countries around Liang as a cage to trap them all in Liang!"

After giving the order,

Zheng Fan looked down,

Saying:

"Are there any objections?"

At this time, Luo Ling stepped forward and said:

"Prince, can our army's logistics and grain support the front army?"

Zheng Fan smiled,

Reaching out,

Pointing to the "Wei", "Zhao" and "Qi" on the map in turn,

Saying:

"When the Qian-Chu coalition army trapped Earl Huwei, either they helped seal it off, or they watched from the other side without sending reinforcements and without opening the customs, which was equivalent to tacitly responding to the Qian-Chu coalition army's trapping and killing of Earl Huwei!

Since they don't take the anger of my Yan people seriously, I will teach them well what the anger of my Great Yan is like!

I also want to take this opportunity to inform the world, to inform the other countries in the world, no matter openly or secretly, those who dare to be unfavorable to my Great Yan, my Great Yan will punish them!

Each army, carry the necessary grain supplies and set off, the three armies, enter from the three countries;

Eat theirs,

Drink theirs,

Use theirs,

According to the tradition of my Great Yan soldiers, before the battle, either give the opening salary to the wives at home, or the single men must go to the red tents to find a jiejie (older sister) to be tender, so that when they go to the battlefield, they can risk their lives without any worries.

But, sorry everyone, the court's opening salary has not been allocated, and the court is also difficult.

But I will not owe those children who hang their heads on their waists and fight for Great Yan,

The reward salary owed,

Let me, take it yourself!

If you take too much, I praise you for your ability. If you take too little, don't blame me for laughing at you for being incompetent!"

As soon as these words were said, most of the generals present showed excited smiles on their faces, and some people showed hesitation.

The Prince of Pingxi continued:

"They dare to be accomplices for tigers and indirectly forced Earl Huwei and tens of thousands of soldiers to death. There is no reason why my Great Yan should adhere to the appearance of a benevolent and righteous army and hold up a dog-fart shelf.

I reflected on it,

Why dare these four small countries?

Because my Great Yan is too benevolent.

Some people, some countries, are cheap. If you are polite to them, they think you are weak. You have to hurt them and cripple them before they know how to lie respectfully in front of you like a dog!

This military order,

Was issued by me,

I will bear all the consequences!"

At this time,

Ren Juan stepped forward, saluted and asked;

"Prince, the three armies almost include all the troops gathered near South Gate Pass this time. According to the military order issued by the Prince, the three armies will all be dispatched. Then, how should we guard this South Gate Pass, this southwest Jin, this gateway to Jin, how should we defend it, and what about the rear of the army..."

Zheng Fan punched the commander's desk, interrupting Ren Juan's words;

The Prince of Pingxi showed a smile on his face, looked at Ren Juan, and then looked at all the generals below,

Slowly said:

"The home is no longer needed."

For a time, everyone's breathing was stagnant.

The Prince of Pingxi continued:

"The Qian-Chu coalition army is betting so much, at all costs, eating Earl Huwei.

Then I,

I want to tell them,

Want to play betting your life?

Heh,

When it comes to playing this,

My Yan people,

Are the ancestors of Qian and Chu!"

…

The military conference ended, and the generals walked out of the commander's tent.

A big gamble was about to begin, and even the most cautious general could not help but feel this surge of excitement at this time.

When they came out and took back their sabers from Chen Xianba and the others, they found that the sabers were actually wrapped in white cloth and black yarn.

Even Eunuch Huang's horsetail whisk was not spared.

The generals were puzzled,

At this time,

The commander's tent was opened again,

The Prince of Pingxi walked out, holding Wuya (crow cliff), still wrapped in white cloth and black yarn.

"Hehe."

The Prince of Pingxi was not as majestic and awe-inspiring as he was in the commander's tent before.

Sitting on the ground very ungracefully, almost like a different person.

In the puzzled gazes of the crowd,

The Prince showed a warm smile,

Saying:

"In the royal order issued when I traveled, there is one, which is to order the prefects of various places to requisition white cloth and black yarn for military use. Tonight, it will be distributed to the whole army.

Order it, from me down, all will be wrapped up on the day of the expedition, without exception."

None of the generals who could stand here were fools. They immediately understood the meaning of the Prince. For a time, many people couldn't help but take a deep breath, but they still couldn't suppress the moisture in their eyes.

But looking at the Prince of Pingxi,

Raising his head,

Looking up,

Stretching out his finger and pointing to the sky, the sparse rain was still falling,

Said:

"There has been a lot of rain recently, and the weather is humid. I think Earl Huwei and those brothers must not be sleeping comfortably on the ground.

Let's,

Go pick them up and take them home."