Chapter 482: Decisive Battle
The night was dark, but the military camp was bright.
The bonfire crackled, and the flames rose to the sky, illuminating the smiling faces of the generals.
The open space in the army was filled with tables and stools, and the generals of the three armies sat together, drinking wine and eating meat, and having a great time.
These wine and meat were all obtained from Xingyi City and Shuncheng, and were the spoils of the generals.
"I would like to offer a toast to the prince and the adults. This time, the great defeat of Nanyan is all due to the good leadership of the prince and the adults." The general stood up respectfully, with a sincere face.
Yu Zheng and Zhou Boxu raised their glasses, clinked glasses with the generals in the air, and then drank.
Finally, Yu Zheng poured another cup, stood up and said to the generals: "This cup of wine is for you all. You are all meritorious officials of Da Zhao. When I return to the capital, I will report to His Majesty and reward you according to your merits."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." The generals stood up and toasted back, and the cheers shook the sky.
After three rounds of drinking, everyone became bolder and took turns to toast Yu Zheng and Zhou Boxu.
Especially Yu Zheng, because Jiang Shu was not there, the generals also counted the wine for Jiang Shu as his head.
Soon, Yu Zheng drank a little dizzy, which made the generals laugh.
Zhou Boxu had a better alcohol tolerance and continued to be toasted.
Yu Zheng supported his head and watched Zhou Boxu drink one cup after another, his face gradually flushed.
Seeing this, Yu Zheng turned his head and gave a wink to the general below.
The general understood and said, "Okay, the prince and the adults have to hurry tomorrow, let them go back and rest early."
"Farewell, prince, farewell, adults." The generals and soldiers did not hesitate and said goodbye in unison.
After the two left, everyone talked about them, all with respect, all of them were convinced and praised them continuously.
Yu Zheng and Zhou Boxu, who left, did not return to the general's mansion immediately, but went to the medicine account.
Du Zhong explained to the military doctors, taught them medical skills, and said goodbye.
Seeing Yu Zheng and Zhou Boxu come in, the military doctors saluted and retreated.
"Sir, please go back to Shangjing with us tomorrow." Yu Zheng invited again.
At this time, the victory of the war was due to Du Zhong's contribution. But he was old and had no family, so any reward was irrelevant to him.
After thinking it over, Yu Zheng still wanted to thank Du Zhong for taking care of him.
Du Zhong waved his hand and said, "The leaves fall and return to their roots. I appreciate your kindness, Your Majesty."
Hearing this, Yu Zheng couldn't persuade him anymore.
At this time, Zhou Boxu said, "There are more than a dozen doctors with superb medical skills in the Imperial Hospital. Don't you want to discuss with them all? Especially the chief doctor Chen, whose medical skills are unmatched."
Du Zhong snorted, "There are people who are better than you. They just haven't left Shangjing."
"Maybe, since you don't want to, I won't force you. Let Doctor Chen retire with honor." Zhou Boxu looked regretful.
Du Zhong stared at him angrily.
Zhou Boxu pretended not to see it, and bowed his hands in a serious manner, saying: "Thank you for your help, sir. I wish you good health and a long life."
Du Zhong's beard was shaking with anger: "I want to go and see how powerful this doctor Chen is."
Zhou Boxu looked at Yu Zheng after hearing this.
Yu Zheng followed suit and said: "I will send someone to pick you up tomorrow morning."
"Okay." Du Zhong responded vaguely, and asked them to go back and rest quickly.
Du Zhong is an orphan, and he is solitary that no one wants to make friends with him. Although Dapan City is his hometown, he does not miss it very much.
In this case, let's go to Shangjing to see it. Meeting the doctor Chen they mentioned will make this life regret-free.
When the sun rose the next day, a group of people left Yicheng and headed towards Shangjing.
It was already the first day of March, and Yu Lan was about to give birth. Zhou Boxu was worried about her, so he packed light and rode fast to the capital first.
As for Yu Zheng and Jiang Shu, since Jiang Shu could not ride a horse, they took a carriage with Du Zhong and others.
When leaving Yicheng, Dabai refused to leave, and nothing worked. Finally, Lian Xuan had an idea and brought Jindong's clothes, shoes and other things to lure Dabai into the carriage.
In March, everything is flourishing, and the scenery along the way is eye-catching and pleasant to the eyes.
However, the weather is different in the north and south, and the border at this time is still desolate.
Yu Cheng waited patiently for seven or eight days. The scouts reported back again and again without any problems. After estimating that Zatai would lead the army back to the royal court soon, Yu Cheng ordered the army to be reorganized and counterattack Mobei.
Two hundred thousand troops marched out of the city gate, with the cavalry leading the way and the infantry following closely behind, heading towards the Mobei military camp.
The Mobei general who stayed behind received the report from the scout and was shocked, thinking he had heard it wrong.
"What did you say?"
"General, the Dazhao army has marched out of the city and is heading towards our military camp." The scout repeated.
The general stood up suddenly and said with disdain: "The lamb is provoking the evil wolf, overestimating his own ability."
"Come on, gather the troops to fight, kill Dazhao without leaving a single piece of armor, and make them come without returning!"
Zatai took away 120,000 troops and left 130,000. According to Zatai, Dazhao had a maximum of 150,000 troops, and 130,000 troops were enough to compete with them.
Because the warriors of Mobei are more fierce than the people of Dazhao, they are not to be feared even though they have fewer troops.
Therefore, the general is very confident and does not take the Dazhao army seriously at all. Instead, he regards this as a great opportunity to make a name for himself.
Trapped in the snow for a month, the Mobei army could no longer hold back. Hearing the order to fight, everyone was excited and eager to fight, with fierce and greedy light in their eyes, and they couldn't wait to tear the prey into pieces.
Soon, the Mobei army gathered out of the camp and faced the Dazhao army head-on on the vast grassland, and the decisive battle began.
"Kill!"
Both armies have been suppressed for a long time, and they are eager to vent their anger and hatred, put the other side to death, and kill them with swords.
"Clang clang clang--" The curved swords and long spears collided, and fierce sparks collided.
Yu Cheng stood at the rear, watching the battle situation with a solemn expression, and discussed tactics and command with the generals.
Shen Changze's injuries had all healed, and Yu Cheng did not stop him, allowing him to lead the troops into battle.
Having endured until now, the hatred in Shen Changze's heart had condensed into a sharp blade, making him cold-blooded and ruthless, like a killer from hell, fierce and unmatched.
Wherever he passed, there were corpses everywhere.
This month, he has been sharpening his sword every day, just for this battle.
Shen Changze was killing enemies while searching in the Mobei army. He wanted to find the brave general who killed Cheng Jinchu, kill him with his own hands, and avenge Cheng Jinchu.
However, the Mobei army had hundreds of thousands of soldiers and dozens of generals. It was not easy to find a brave general.
But it didn't matter, they would not let anyone go.
Shen Changze tensed his body and mind, holding the sword in his hand tightly and started killing.
The Mobei people prided themselves on their bravery, and people kept rushing forward, trying to take down Shen Changze.
Shen Changze accepted everyone and killed them one by one. The blood splashed with the knife, dyed the yellow grass red bit by bit, and silently soaked into the soil.
In just two quarters of an hour, Shen Changze's body and face were all stained with the blood of the enemy, and he became more and more courageous as he fought.
The sun hung high in the sky, emitting a faint white light, witnessing everything.
The general of Mobei stood on a mound on horseback, looking at the countless Dazhao troops in the distance, frowning fiercely.
With so many people, there must be more than 150,000.