Chapter 741: When the Time Comes, Heaven and Earth Join Forces (Part 1) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]

The night was dark and the wind was strong; the wind and rain made it gloomy.

The Miao River beneath the temporary walkway suddenly became incredibly turbulent, its roar like a raging sea, or like countless terrifying beasts lurking beneath the dark surface, howling and surging. A fierce wind whipped up the rain, and a misty haze enveloped the river.

A drop of rain fell between my brows.

Shen Tang stretched out her palm.

The coolness of the raindrops seeped into my skin through my palms.

"My lord, it's raining." Xun Ding frowned, his handsome and resolute face filled with annoyance and worry. He complained in a low voice, "Heavens, what kind of lousy weather is this? Why did it have to rain at this time of year?"

The inclement weather not only made their march more difficult, but also affected the soldiers' morale and spirit, which was detrimental to their subsequent battle plans. Shen Tang wiped the rain from his face and calmly said, "What's meant to be will be. Yong'an, in terms of mentality, you're not as good as Hanzhang. Whether this rain is good or bad depends entirely on how we use it. Give the order to speed up!"

This rain affected not only them but also the enemy.

Heavy rain will make the enemy lower their guard and reduce their surveillance.

The enemy would never have imagined that our forces would attempt a flanking landing in such adverse weather conditions. The greater the difficulty for enemy scouts to monitor us, the greater the freedom our surprise attack force can achieve, and the faster our marching speed can be increased!

"Yes, sir!" Xun Ding responded, then waved to Lu Ji behind him and said, "Pass down the order to speed up the advance!"

Although they were building plank roads while marching, thanks to the physique and skills of the martial artists, Shen Tang and his men moved at a considerable speed. Furthermore, the riverbank route didn't require traversing mountains and taking long detours, so this surprise force arrived at their destination nearly six hours earlier than expected. With ample time, Shen Tang had his men eat dry rations to replenish their strength, and then close their eyes to rest and recharge.

This time, we're going to pull off something big!

After flanking the enemies in front of you, then stab Okuyama County in the kidneys!

The rain came on extremely fiercely, with strong winds mixed with torrential rain, and it continued for a day and a night without showing any signs of stopping.

Zheng Qiao's general went out on an inspection tour and returned with the same complaint as Xun Ding: "Damn it, what awful weather!"

He took off his raincoat; his clothes were already soaked.

The icy rain seeped into his inner garment through the seams, clinging tightly to his skin. The slightest movement felt like countless insects wriggling inside – it was incredibly uncomfortable. The general circulated his martial energy, and soon his body was enveloped in steam, finally feeling somewhat dry.

Some were not stingy with their martial energy, directly condensing it into a protective aura that formed an invisible shield around their bodies to isolate them from the rain.

As soon as the general sat down, his personal guards brought him hot food and a pot of hot wine. He poured himself a full cup and downed it in one gulp. As the wine slid down his throat, the heat radiated from within. He sighed contentedly and then took a large bite of food with a satisfied sip.

He chuckled and said, "The surge in the Miao River came at just the right time. I wonder if the bandits who were watching are dumbfounded... Sigh, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. I haven't been able to sleep well these past few days, afraid they'd suddenly go crazy and attack."

The subordinate officials who were on patrol with him also breathed a sigh of relief.

"They certainly wouldn't dare come in such terrible weather."

I should be able to get a good night's sleep tonight.

The general chewed on the beans he was eating as a side dish, scoffing, "Never let your guard down! I've been watching closely, and this scoundrel surnamed Shen is just a greenhorn. He knows nothing about military strategy or warfare. The more clueless he is, the harder he is to predict. Who knows what foolish move he'll make next? If he insists on coming here to die in this weather, it's not impossible..."

His subordinate flattered him, saying, "General, your military strategy is divine. No matter what tricks those bandits use, we can always respond to them with unwavering resolve! We'll meet force with force and water with earth! If we can capture that man surnamed Shen alive, General, what worries will you have about your future?"

Although the generals were very pleased with these words, they couldn't help but feel a bit contempt. Anyone with eyes could see that Zheng Qiao's rule was crumbling, and the current Geng Kingdom was like a candle in the wind, not knowing how many more days it could survive, let alone any chance of advancement.

He did want to seize the imperial seal and establish his own independent regime with an army.

But he knew his own limitations and could only dream about it.

If he were to take on this hot potato, he feared he would end up dead without a burial place, destined to spend his life working for others. Thinking of this, a sense of unease and frustration arose within him. He downed several cups of hot wine in succession, emptying a whole pot, the warmth spreading from his internal organs to his limbs. The sycophantic subordinate, quick to notice, understood that the general was in a bad mood.

Just because he has a keen eye doesn't mean others do. Suddenly, one man burst into laughter, arrogantly declaring, "I'd stake my life on this: with the general in command, how dare these traitors come?"

Such arrogance has some people feeling it's an ominous sign. In this era where words carry weight, one cannot speak recklessly.

Just as I was about to give a warning, I heard hurried footsteps splashing in puddles outside the tent, followed by frantic shouts: "Report—General, it's an enemy attack! The enemy is coming!"

The main tent fell silent for a moment.

The arrogant martial artist turned ashen-faced.

It's like whatever you say comes true!

The general kicked aside the food table in front of him, scattering the wine jugs and dishes all over the floor with a clatter. He strode across the mess, and in an instant, a surge of powerful martial energy rose from his feet, covering his entire body and transforming into imposing martial armor.

He raised his hand and made a sweeping motion in front of him, revealing a black and gold mask.

A deep voice came from beneath the mask: "So what if the enemy comes? What are you afraid of? Remember, this is Ganzhou! Even a 20th-rank Marquis would have to suppress you by a whole realm! What kind of strength do they have? You're all cowards, a disgrace!"

"Follow this path in the future!"

With a flick of his wrist, he conjured a cliff-edge spear.

Before leaving the camp, the general remained full of confidence and lacked a strong sense of crisis. He believed the scouts had surely discovered enemy activity outside the military lines. The distance from the outermost defensive line to the camp was considerable, and he had ample time to redeploy troops.

Besides this confidence, his failure to detect the enemy's martial aura and killing intent was also one of the important pieces of evidence supporting his judgment.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out of the tent, he felt the ground beneath his feet tremble.

The general was terrified and looked up sharply. At the end of his line of sight, he saw a dense wall of enemies, formed by cold armor, their warhorses galloping wildly, their hooves pounding the ground with thunderous roars, like a torrent breaking through a dense rain curtain.

The defensive line had long been violently breached by the fish-scale formation.

"kill!"

In a flash, a thought arose in the general's mind—

How is that possible?

How did you do that?

How come so many scouts didn't discover the enemy's tracks earlier?

Although it's raining heavily today, this kind of inclement weather, at most, only slightly affects the visibility of the well-trained scouts, not to the point of making aerial reconnaissance impossible. The enemy numbers over three thousand; such a large target should have been detected as soon as it came into view. Why did our messenger only arrive to report the news after the enemy had already charged outside the camp?

Of course, we should ask Luan Xin about this.

Wei Shou led his troops out of the city, heading straight for the enemy's stronghold. Midway through the march, he frowned, noticing the rain showed no signs of abating, and a sense of foreboding crept into his heart. The torrential rain would not only severely impact the soldiers' combat readiness but also hinder their marching speed.

In this way—

Even the highest morale can be dampened by three points.

To everyone's surprise, Luan Xin, standing on his horse in the rain, looked up, opened his eyes, and opened his arms to catch the rain. Looking at the rain curtain, he laughed and said, "Wonderful, hahaha—this rain is neither too early nor too late, it's wonderfully timely."

Wei Shou asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Luan Xin's face was full of vigor and he said confidently, "General, just lead your men and charge! This time, the time is in our hands!"

Wei Shou was skeptical, his gaze shifting to Chu Yao, who winked and nodded slightly. He then steeled himself, slashing through the air with his rose-gold and pink giant axe. The Martial Tiger Talisman at his waist transformed into hundreds of streams of martial energy that merged into the bodies of the vanguard soldiers. He shouted, "Pass down the order: Mount up!"

The other generals did the same.

In no time, the soldiers, whose equipment was previously somewhat outdated, underwent a complete transformation, going from muskets to cannons. Their equipment could barely be described as sophisticated, and each soldier had a warhorse. The difference was that some warhorses were unarmored, while others were clad in full horse armor.

The one with the strongest defense and best equipment goes first.

Luan Xin used his signature Wenxin Huaban to urge it on.

[Silent and gentle influence]

A powerful literary spirit poured forth from the Danfu Palace, activating the way of the scholar!

Centered on Luan Xin, his literary energy transformed into countless dust particles, expanding in all directions. A small portion silently merged into every drop of rain. After the rain fell to the ground, the literary energy evaporated from the ground, hanging upside down in the sky, while most of it merged into the clouds.

Wei Shou looked at Luan Xin nervously.

After a dozen or so breaths, Luan Xin reacted.

He said slowly, "Okay."

Luan Xin's literary aura acts as a natural barrier, interfering with the judgment of all other creations of language. The scouts' martial spirit totem cannot detect their tracks, and at the same time, it can conceal their own aura. In a sense, it is invisibility, which can only be detected by the naked eye.

However, given the speed of a cavalryman charging at full speed after unleashing their martial energy, this distance would be covered in mere breaths for a target visible to the naked eye. The sky was overcast, and the torrential rain obstructed vision. No wonder Luan Xin said, "The timing is in my favor!"

Upon seeing this, Wei Shou couldn't help but grin.

Who wouldn't love such a literary scholar with such a refined mind!

"Charge with me! Slaughter them!"

With the aid of the rain curtain infused with Luan Xinwen's literary energy, Wei Shou led his troops in a charge without hesitation. The outermost layer of enemy soldiers discovered their presence, but before they could even send a signal, Wei Shou swept them away with a single axe blow. Rows of barricades were smashed to pieces by the sheer force of the attack, their remains crushed by the iron hooves. As for the traps along the way?

This was the task of the scribes accompanying the army. Wei Shou was only responsible for leading the charge; any additional traps and pits would be temporarily filled in by the scribes.

With so many scholars in our family, how can we not handle this?

This maneuver successfully delivered a surprise to the enemy camp!

Wei Shou took the lead, pink martial energy erupting from his body. The giant axe felt weightless in his hands, and with a casual swing, a pink light blade several meters long was unleashed. He shouted, "Cowards, come out and greet your grandpa!"

The sonic boom rippled outwards, sending the enemy generals and warriors who tried to intercept them flying backwards. Thin, winding red snakes oozed from their seven orifices, their heads buzzing incessantly, as if someone were hammering their skulls with all their might, their vision spinning.

Some people only experienced turbulent energy fluctuations, but their stance remained stable, and they could even identify the newcomer by the color of their martial energy.

"Wei! Yuan! Yuan!"

"You barbarian traitor!"

"—How dare you even show your face here!"

Wei Shou, whose strength was being suppressed, didn't like this feeling. He swung his axe, forcing back the Martial Gallant warrior who was attacking him. He said impatiently, "You guys are still so useless, weak in the hands and feet but tough in the mouth. Do you really think your grandfather's strength is just for show?"

After saying that, he called out to Chu Yao without turning his head.

"Chu Liangliang, let's go together!"

With Chu Yao's [Five Virtues of a General], he wreaked havoc on all sides!

But the way he was talking sounded like he was calling a pet. Chu Yao was far away and inwardly rolled his eyes at him.

[The Five Virtues of a General]?

Go ask someone else for it.

Chu Yao raised his hand and gave the [Five Virtues of a General] to Xu Quan and Yun Ce, because using all five virtues together consumed a great deal of literary energy, and even someone as rich in literary energy as him could not use it a third time in a short period of time.

This scene infuriated Wei Shou.

He cursed under his breath, repeatedly questioning Chu Yao.

However, the literary talent and scholarly knowledge were still useful. He eventually obtained the "Five Virtues of a General," even though it was given to him by Ning Yan.

"Even my colleagues of just a few dozen days are more reliable than you, Chu Liangliang!"

Wei Shou and his men were fierce and unstoppable, storming into the enemy's main camp before the enemy could react. Even though they numbered only 3,500 and their strength varied, the cavalry, when marching through the area in formation, were like a raging torrent of beasts, invincible.

"Yu!"

The advantage of the enemy's superior numbers quickly became apparent.

Before Wei Shou's troops had even reached halfway through the battle, walls of shields rose from the ground, the enemy soldiers forming a shield of morale, blocking the cavalry's path. The camp was not an open field; at such close range, with the surrounding area crowded, there was no way to avoid them.

The warhorses formed from martial energy clashed with the heavy shields.

The two emitted a teeth-grinding roar.

The weaker warhorse let out a mournful neigh and dissipated into martial energy. Before the soldiers on its back could react, several sharp spears came flying at them. The spears were aimed at the soldiers' eyes, throats, chests, and other vital areas. But because of their armor, they were only slightly pierced. If they were lucky, they would survive; if they were unlucky, the enemy would roll on the ground and sever both their legs with a single blow.

But the fully armed warhorses present a different scene altogether.

Without flinching or yielding, the horse's hooves thundered, shattering the heavy shields formed by the soldiers' morale. Before the enemy soldiers behind the shields could even scream, their chests were trampled by the iron hooves. After a fierce battle, hundreds of corpses lay on the ground, their blood staining the puddles beneath their feet.

The heavy rain continued.

It masked the screams of killing and dispersed the stench of blood.

Upon seeing this, Zheng Qiao's general was enraged, his eyes blazing with fury. However, his enemy was Wei Shou, who allowed him no time to be distracted. After a hundred or so moves, he was covered in wounds, the rain washing away the crimson blood into a pale pink.

"You barbarian surnamed Wei, die!"

Wei Shou sneered, "Quite the boast."

Don't try to be tough with him when he only has three Word of Power on him.

The general spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"How many men do you think I have here?" He smiled sinisterly. Even if he had to fight to the death, he couldn't let Wei Shou's troops return alive. Therefore—

"Die!"

The troops here are more than five times the size of Wei Shou's forces!

Wei Shou's expression was initially unpleasant, but upon seeing the movement at the rear of the camp at the end of his line of sight, his brows quickly relaxed.

"Still want to die? Your ass is on fire, you stupid grandson!"

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