One Million Soldiers, Empress Begs Me Not to Rebel

War raged, and the people suffered. Lu Yan, a modern person, transmigrated to a historical dynasty with memories of his past life and became the magistrate of Shannan County.

He had no grand ...

Chapter Ninety-Eight: Now that you're here, don't leave.

Lu Yan smiled but didn't say anything, turning his gaze back to the city below.

He said to Zhang Xun:

"Commander Zhang, it seems these bastards won't learn their lesson until they're faced with death!"

"Let's give them a few more salvos and let them taste the power of our Thunderclap Bomb!"

Zhang Xun rubbed his hands excitedly and responded loudly:

"Yes, sir!"

The artillerymen reloaded their ammunition, adjusted their angles, and prepared to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

The second round of shelling began, and shells roared out again.

It exploded among the Javanese army, raising even more smoke and fire.

The deafening roar of the thunderclap abruptly ceased, and the battlefield was shrouded in smoke.

The Javanese soldiers were like mad dogs.

With a desperate glint in his eyes, he roared as he charged toward Shannan Prefecture.

They knew that going forward meant death, and retreating meant death as well.

Rather than be killed by your own people, it's better to fight to the death; perhaps there's still a glimmer of hope.

Lu Yan looked at the group of desperate criminals and shook his head helplessly.

"These bastards actually have some backbone."

He chuckled softly, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, they followed the wrong master."

"Pass down the order: Cease fire!"

Lu Yan gave the order in a loud voice.

"All troops, march out of the city to meet the enemy!"

"Remember, don't let them get any closer to Shannan Prefecture!"

Surrender and you will not be killed!

After receiving the order, the generals quickly departed and began to deploy their troops.

The atmosphere on the city wall became tense.

The soldiers checked their weapons and equipment, preparing for battle.

Lu Yan took a deep breath, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and muttered to himself:

"Java, now that you're here, don't leave! Stay and bring me water to wash my feet!"

The heavy city gates slowly opened, and the army of Shannan Prefecture surged out like a tide.

They quickly formed ranks outside the city, banners fluttering, swords and spears standing tall, their imposing presence overwhelming.

Sunlight shone on the soldiers' armor, reflecting a dazzling light.

It was like a torrent of steel, about to sweep everything away.

Lu Yan rode a tall horse, clad in armor, and wielding a long spear.

He stood majestically at the very front of the army formation.

He surveyed the battlefield, his gaze resolute, and calmly began to deploy tactics:

"Archers, occupy the high ground on both flanks and suppress enemy ranged attacks;"

"Shield bearers in front, spearmen behind, forming a defensive formation to withstand the enemy's charge;"

"Cavalry, be ready to strike at any time, to divide and encircle the enemy..."

Lu Yan explained while gesturing with his hands.

His tone was calm and forceful, and every instruction was clear and concise.

The soldiers listened attentively, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Lu Yan's gaze swept over everyone and finally landed on Tu Rong.

"Tu Rong, let me see the results of your training these past few days!"

"Don't show mercy just because they were once your compatriots. Beat them to death!"

Tu Rong clasped his hands in a deep, muffled voice and said:

"Rest assured, sir, I will certainly not fail in my mission!"

The soldiers behind him also shouted loudly, their fighting spirit soaring.

These Javanese soldiers who surrendered have been subdued by Lu Yan ever since.

Not only were they well-fed and clothed, but they also learned how to use new weapons.

Their combat effectiveness has been greatly enhanced.

Now, they must prove their worth and wash away their past shame through concrete actions.

Lu Yan looked around again, his gaze landing on Li Kui.

"Xiao Kui, you are responsible for protecting Miss Chen's safety. Stay by her side at all times!"

"If she loses even a single hair, I'll hold you responsible!"

"Yes, sir!"

Li Kui patted his chest and assured him.

"Even if it costs me my life, I will protect Miss Chen!"

He scratched his head sheepishly and added another sentence.

"Anyone who dares to lay a finger on Miss Chen will be taught a lesson by the power of my twin axes!"

Standing behind Lu Yan, Chen Qingwan couldn't help but smile when she heard Li Kui's words.

"Alright! All troops, listen to my command, attack!"

Lu Yan gave the order.

The elite troops of Shannan Prefecture were like tigers descending from the mountain.

Roaring, they charged toward the Javanese army.

Banners fluttered, war drums thundered, and battle cries soared to the sky!

A bloody and brutal battle erupted in an instant!

A fierce battle ensued.

Lu Yan spurred his horse forward, pointed his spear, and shouted loudly:

"kill!"

Lu Yan took the lead, his spear like a poisonous dragon emerging from its lair, aiming straight for the enemy's head.

The enemy general brandished his scimitar to parry, sparks flying everywhere.

Lu Yan's first attack failed, so he quickly changed his move and swept his spear horizontally.

He swept several Javanese soldiers off their horses.

His warhorse neighed and reared up on its hind legs.

Another enemy soldier was trampled to the ground.

Dust flew everywhere, and the shouts of battle were deafening.

The army of Shannan Prefecture was led by Lu Yan.

They advanced with unstoppable momentum, quickly breaking through the enemy's front lines.

Tu Rong led his soldiers, like sharp knives, deep into the enemy ranks.

His long sword flashed up and down, each move deadly, leaving blood and flesh flying wherever it passed.

The soldiers behind him were equally fearless, each fighting bravely against the enemy.

They showcased the full extent of their daily training.

A Javanese soldier, brandishing a scimitar, lunged at Tu Rong with a ferocious expression.

Tu Rong dodged to the side, then with a backhand slash, cut the enemy soldier's curved sword in half.

The soldier stared in terror, his eyes wide, still not having reacted.

Tu Rong's longsword had already sliced ​​through his throat.

Blood gushed out, and the soldier collapsed to the ground.

On the other side of the battlefield, Chen Qingwan, filled with excitement, also descended the city wall, ready to fight the enemy.

No matter how hard Li Kui tried to stop him, he couldn't.

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