Chapter 129 The War Ends
Jun Lin's five fingers seemed to want to crush the hilt of the sword, and he clenched his back teeth in anger.
The Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation is the most complex and unpredictable battle formation.
All the mysteries of heaven and earth are contained in it, integrating the eight directions, astrology, terrain and other factors of Qi Men Dun Jia. After a hundred years of development, it is even more unfathomable.
The eight gates are "rest, life, injury, stop, scenery, death, surprise, and opening."
If one enters from Shengmen, Jingmen, or Kaimen, it will be auspicious; if one enters from Shangmen, Jingmen, or Xiumen, it will be harmful; if one enters from Dumen or Simen, it will be fatal.
The Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation can also be transformed into the Eight Formation Diagram, which absorbs the arrangement and combination of the Well Field and Taoist Bagua, and is compatible with astronomy and geography. If there is no master who can break the formation, then this formation is enough to strangle any enemy.
Jun Lin glared and sneered: "He is really amazing. He can train the Yue army to this level and even set up the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation."
Zou Tao didn't dare to say a word behind him, his eyes were fixed on the mysterious and profound formation, he didn't know what to do.
He whispered: "So this is the minister of control..."
Only after experiencing it can you personally realize the horror of the deployment of troops.
It's not on the same level at all.
If Emperor Jing had not led the army, they would have been defeated in the Five Tigers and Sheep Formation.
The soldiers of Dajing looked at Emperor Jing, who was dressed in military uniform, with piety and passion.
She was their only chance of survival.
Jun Lin carries a heavy load on her shoulders; she carries hundreds of thousands of lives on her shoulders.
The corners of her narrow eyes were stained with a light red, and her eyes were full of bloodshot. The cold wind pierced her delicate skin, whistling as if it was going to scrape open a day.
She tried her best to suppress her anger and forced herself to observe the changes in the formation carefully.
"This formation has a notable feature, it is slow. As long as we can kill them all in one go, we can break the formation. The heavy cavalry will retreat, and the light cavalry with fast attack speed will follow me!"
It is easy to say that you can kill the enemy with one move, but it is far from easy to do. The unpredictable and unexpected changes in the gossip in the formation are the most terrifying.
"yes--"
The dark iron cavalry marched past with a sound like rumbling thunder. The heavy cavalry retreated to the rear, while the light cavalry stepped forward and followed closely behind Jun Lin.
Yue general Li Nian was guarding the ministers. Seeing the situation getting so tense, he couldn't help but get anxious: "Sir, if this continues, we won't make it to the evening."
The person next to him didn't respond.
Li Nian turned to look at him hesitantly: "First..."
Suddenly he froze and no sound came out of his throat.
He saw the irrepressible fighting spirit on that face that always looked calm and at ease.
That kind of chess game where you meet a worthy opponent and feel the excitement of fighting.
The man waved his sleeves, and there was no more dead silence in his clear eyes. Like a raging fire sweeping across the wilderness, the frenzy of shocking passion wanted to devour everything: "I will stop her."
He tilted his head and said, "After all, as a subject, I should carry out the king's orders, right?"
Li Nian clenched his fists and said sincerely, "Then I'd like to trouble you to lend us a hand. As long as we can delay it until the evening..."
The minister smiled and said, "There is no need to be so polite between you and me. Since I have been ordered to lead the troops, I will naturally not let the King of Yue down."
After saying this, his face turned pale and he said, "I will go and stop Emperor Jing, and you just need to do your best to deal with the Jing army."
Without Emperor Jing as their leader, their efficiency in breaking the enemy's formation would naturally be greatly reduced.
Just as the two were talking at the rear of the army, a rebuke came from the air, wrapped in a powerful internal force and spreading upwards.
"The nobles, come and fight—"
The noble looked up and saw a man holding a heavy sword leaping up from his horse, his toes stepping over the shoulders of the densely packed soldiers below, and rushing forward, running towards him with a thrilling fighting spirit.
The minister was stunned for a moment, then smiled in understanding.
He is the commander of the formation. As long as Jun Lin holds him back, the Yue army will no longer be able to flexibly change its tactics to deal with the attack of the Dajing Iron Cavalry.
Both of them had tacit trust in their soldiers.
The ministers believed that even without themselves, the Yue army could still trap them.
Similarly, Junlin also believed that even without her leadership, the Dajing Iron Cavalry could still overcome everything.
Gong Qing drew the sword from his waist and slammed it violently against the heavy black iron sword. The huge impact made his wrist numb and painful. The Buddhist beads on his wrist shook and there was helplessness in his eyes.
If you rely solely on force, you will be defeated sooner or later.
I can only deploy my troops secretly and fight her.
As the sun sets, the battle becomes more and more intense, with the two armies evenly matched and in a stalemate.
Gradually, the Vietnamese army's encirclement was torn apart by Dajing's cavalry.
Gongqing looked at him sideways and frowned slightly. He took several steps back to distance himself from Junlin. Soon, a group of soldiers covered him and retreated to the rear.
The Vietnamese army was ultimately defeated by the Iron Cavalry, and in order to reverse the situation he had to go back and continue commanding.
Jun Lin naturally no longer wasted time fighting with it. She wanted to make good use of this rift in the sun that was torn open with great difficulty.
The scale of this war was not very large, but the shock it brought to both armies was beyond words.
Xuanxiang Formation, Goose Formation, Fish Scale Formation, Crescent Moon Formation...
It was the first time for them to see someone who had mastered the art of formation to such an extent, and who could use it so flexibly that he could use the principle of mutual restraint between formations to break each other's attacks in almost an instant.
The art of war is a treacherous path.
It was not until this moment that they understood the deep meaning of this sentence. The ministers had already reached a height that was unattainable by ordinary people, and Emperor Jing, who could be on equal footing with them, was even more of a monster.
The sun is about to set, and the war is about to come to an end.
She finally led Dajing's cavalry out of the encirclement.
The battle between the two men was an unreserved and exhilarating one. Both Gongqing and Junlin felt tired in their heads and weak in their limbs.
The fight lasted from dawn to dusk.
The minister took a look at the sky and decisively issued an order: "Withdraw the troops."
Li Nian was anxious: "No, sir, the sun hasn't set yet. I'm afraid there won't be enough time to act. We can't let Emperor Jing leave now!"
The noble was already sitting on his horse, pulling the reins tight and preparing to leave. The man said in an unyielding tone: "Withdraw."
Li Nian did not go to convey the military order, and he was anxious: "But the time is not up yet..."
Gongqing's face turned completely cold, expressionless and bone-chilling. Li Nian was so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything.
This is the nobleman that the King of Yue had invited with great difficulty.
"The Dajing Iron Cavalry has already broken out of the encirclement and is unstoppable. Sending more troops to stop them will only result in heavy losses. Can you bear to let these brothers die in vain and cause more casualties?"
Li Nian said nothing, but felt bitter in his heart.
"What is war? Just a pile of lives to achieve a goal? How can you be so ignorant after so many years of marching and fighting?"
The minister's voice was tinged with coldness: "It is enough to delay until now. Only by retreating now can the losses be minimized. Moreover, it will take Emperor Jing several days to return to the palace, which is enough time for the King of Yue to take His Highness back. Our mission has been accomplished."
He left decisively, leaving behind only his cold voice that dissipated in the wind: "Don't make me say it a third time."
Li Nian's breathing became rapid as if he had been pardoned. He was too impatient and had gone into a state of confusion. He hurried to convey the order: "Withdraw!"