World Terror 165 Battle
late at night
In the account of the commander of a certain camp of the Mohist Army, the candles were still burning quietly. Mo Xiuyao sat behind the desk and looked at the memorial in his hand, his handsome brows wrinkled slightly from time to time. Mo Jingqi's determination to destroy the Mohist Army should not be underestimated. These days, the 500,000 Mohist Army has to face more than 800,000 enemies in the open, plus the enemies in secret, the conservative estimate is about one million. Although Mo Xiuyao is indeed a genius in marching and fighting, such a situation still makes him feel stressed. Not only does he have to divide his troops to deal with the armies from Nanzhao, Xiling and King Li, but he also has to keep Mo Jingqi behind him at all times. But in less than a month, Mo Xiuyao was actually thinner than before when he was sick.
"Your Highness." A-Jian, who had not been seen for a long time, appeared at the door, and his young face was still as silent as usual.
Mo Xiuyao raised his head and asked, "Have the battle reports from the northwest been received?" A-Jian nodded and handed the battle report to Mo Xiuyao. No matter how late it was, the prince always insisted on reading the battle report from the northwest before he could rest. A-Jian, who knew this well, was used to sending the news to the prince as soon as she received it every day. Mo Xiuyao reached out to take it, looked down and frowned. The news in the battle report that the Mohist army retreated all the way to Hongzhou made his sword brows furrow deeply. This didn't seem like the way the Mohist army usually dismissed them, and the Xiling army was far from being powerful enough to force the Mohist army to retreat at that speed. Looking at the casualty figures written on the battle report, Mo Xiuyao raised his hand and rubbed his brows, "Is this what A'li meant? A'li, what are you thinking about?" After pondering for a moment, Mo Xiuyao raised his head and said, "Bring all the battle reports from the past few days, and the maps!"
A-Jian looked at her prince with some surprise as he suddenly stood up and his expression changed drastically. She quickly responded with a "yes" and hurriedly turned around to get what Mo Xiuyao wanted.
A-Jian moved quickly, and soon the maps and battle reports that Mo Xiuyao wanted were placed in front of him. Mo Xiuyao carefully picked up each battle report and pondered every word on it, looking at the map from time to time, and finally fell into deep thought.
"Prince?" A-Jian called out with some concern. The prince's face did not look very good.
Mo Xiuyao lowered his eyes, his face showing a bitter and helpless expression, "Ali..." Mo Xiuyao looked at the map in front of him that was full of marks, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings. He understood Ye Li's layout and her intentions. But it was precisely because of this that he felt particularly painful. His beloved wife, his Ali, should have been the envied and pampered Princess Dingguo, but now she can only be far away in a desolate place like the northwest, commanding thousands of troops in the bloody storm. |i^All this... just because of his incompetence... "Cut off the sympathy of the Xiling Army and the Xiling Border Garrison, and wipe out 200,000 Xiling Army... Ali, Ali..." Mo Xiuyao's heart seemed to be pulled by something, and it seemed that he was a little breathless in a moment of pain. Mo Xiuyao's heart skipped a beat as he finally calmed down his thoughts. Ah Li's plan might be good, but the King of Xiling Zhennan was not an ordinary person. If he saw through Ah Li's idea...
Mo Xiuyao stood up suddenly and said in a deep voice: "Go and prepare the horses. I have to go out for a while. The army will be temporarily handed over to a few generals in charge!"
A-Jian was stunned and looked at Mo Xiuyao in confusion. It was already three o'clock in the morning, why did the prince suddenly want to go out? Looking at the files and maps spread out on the table, maybe something happened to the princess? A-Jian did not accept the order, and said in a deep voice: "Prince, the fifteenth day of the lunar month is coming soon. What if you are on the way... Besides, the war is urgent now, I'm afraid it would be inappropriate for you to leave suddenly..." Mo Xiuyao lowered his eyes and also remembered that today was already October 13th, and he could not go to Hongzhou within two days no matter what. The important military affairs also need to be dealt with... After a pause, Mo Xiuyao quickly came to his senses and said, "Notify all generals above the rank of general to come to see me tomorrow morning. Also, notify Mo Hua to immediately take people to the northwest to protect the princess' safety. If necessary... take the princess away from the battlefield at all costs. Set off immediately!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" A-Jian responded and left.
Mo Xiuyao fell back into his chair somewhat powerlessly, and whispered softly: "Ah Li... you must be safe..."
The war in the northwest seemed to have been suppressed for too long, and finally broke out in an instant. After entering Hongzhou, King Zhennan soon discovered that the attacks of the Mohist Army were getting more and more fierce, and their speed of advancing was getting slower and slower. Looking at the distant Hongzhou City from afar, King Zhennan's gloomy face never saw the sun again. He knew that he had been fooled by Ye Li and was lured into the hinterland of the northwest. But so what? Even if the Xiling Army suffered casualties, the Mohist Army would not be better than them. He absolutely did not believe that he would not be able to fight a woman with the same strength. Moreover, time did not allow him to stop and wait for the arrival of reinforcements from the Xiling border. He had to capture Hongzhou City as quickly as possible and control the entire northwest to pave the way for the upcoming reinforcements and also to prepare for entering the Da Chu Palace.
"Your Majesty, most of the Mohist army has retreated back to Hongzhou City. They should be preparing to defend Hongzhou to the death."
King Zhennan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I thought Ye Li had some tricks up her sleeve, defending Hongzhou... Can she defend for ten days or half a month? When our army arrives, how many days can she hold on to Hongzhou?" His generals advised, "Your Majesty, don't take it lightly. Ye Li defended Yonglin with only 20,000 troops at Shattered Snow Pass. She really can't be underestimated." King Zhennan put away his smile and said calmly, "Of course, I won't underestimate Ye Li. Take down Hongzhou as quickly as possible!" Of course he wouldn't underestimate her. He would use all his strength to break through Hongzhou. Being careless and underestimating the enemy is not a mistake that people of his age easily make. Thinking of that seemingly graceful and beautiful woman, he was really curious whether she could still remain so calm and composed when he broke through Hongzhou and stood in front of her?
On October 13, the Xiling army finally arrived at the city. Hongzhou City encountered an unprecedented fierce attack. But at the same time, the Xiling army also encountered unprecedented stubborn resistance. On the city tower, the arrows of the Black Cloud Riders rained down on the invaders below the city, while the people below the city also rushed forward one after another, risking their lives. King Zhennan rode his horse and stood behind the army. He vaguely saw a woman in green sitting quietly at the highest point of the Hongzhou city tower, looking down calmly at the fighting below. Behind the woman in green, several tall men stood with their hands behind their backs, also watching the fight. From a distance, King Zhennan could still recognize that the handsome man in red was Feng Zhiyao, the confidant of King Ding. Seeing his opponent sitting so leisurely on the high platform, the King of Zhennan showed murderous intent in his eyes, and laughed in anger, "What a Princess Dingguo!"
On the high platform, Ye Li was also looking far away at somewhere behind the Xiling army, then turned around and smiled at Feng Zhiyao, "Feng San, this is our first face-to-face battle with the King of Zhennan, right?" Feng Zhiyao rolled his eyes in boredom and said, "Isn't it? Before, they were either playing some tricks or fighting and retreating all the way. If we continue to fight like this, people will doubt whether our Mohist army will just retreat." Listening to Feng Zhiyao's resentful complaints, Ye Li smiled and said, "In that case, we should celebrate..." After that, Ye Li turned around and took the pipa from Qin Feng's hand behind her, gently stroked it, and crisp tones flowed out from between her fingers. Ye Li smiled faintly, and her ten fingers nimbly flew over the pipa, picking and stroking it. The sound of the pipa gradually grew louder and spread throughout the battlefield.
The soldiers in the battle had no time to appreciate the majestic music. Even the slightest mistake on the battlefield could cost them their lives. But the seemingly gloomy yet high-pitched sound was clearly heard by every soldier. The soldiers of the Mohist Army seemed to recall the glory of the past, as if they saw the princes of the past leading them to charge into the battlefield with their majesty and dominance.
"Drive away the bandits and raise the spirit of our Mohist army!" Someone shouted, and the people on the battlefield immediately became murderous, "Kill!"
Standing beside Ye Li, Feng Zhiyao's face slightly changed and he said, "This is... "Yue Wang Po Zhen Qu"..." Ye Li did not answer, but his ten fingers flew out a series of majestic and murderous music. Ye Li was raised by Xu and the Xu family since she was a child, how could she really not understand music theory, she just didn't like it very much. This battle entry song was originally a guqin piece, majestic and ancient, simple and elegant. But Ye Li felt that it was more suitable for pipa to interpret, just like the previous life's "Ten Sides of Ambush", other instruments may not be impossible to play, but it is definitely difficult to achieve the effect of pipa. The fingering and range of pipa are very suitable for such an intense and majestic song. Feng Zhiyao obviously didn't expect Ye Li to answer, and just said softly: "The Yue King's Breaking Formation Song has been lost for more than two hundred years. Perhaps only the Xu family would have such an ancient score."
When two armies fight, the bravest will win. When the soldiers of the Mohist Army were full of killing spirit because of their princess, the Xiling soldiers were weaker in comparison. In the distance, the flags of the Xiling Army were flying. King Zhennan stared at the green clothes in the distance in a trance, with a bright light in his eyes. The generals following him whispered: "My Lord... The Mohist Army is in high spirits, why don't we... avoid their sharp edge first?" It must be said that the Princess Dingguo was indeed a talent. With just a piece of pipa music, she raised the momentum of the entire Mohist Army to a higher level. King Zhennan laughed loudly, pointed his whip at the highest point on the city wall and said, "Women like this are interesting. Compared with her, all the beauties in the world are trash! Haha... Anyone who dares to retreat will be killed without mercy. This woman... I want her!"
The generals around him nodded and didn't dare to persuade him anymore. King Zhennan smiled and said, "I heard that Mo Xiuyao is a genius in arranging troops and battle formations. I just don't know if Mo Xiuyao is not in the army now. Is there anyone in the Mo family army who can break the formation?" King Zhennan obviously also heard that the song just now was the Yue King's Battle Formation Breaking Song. Xiling and Dongchu had the same origin thousands of years ago. Although many cultures are not exactly the same, they are similar. With a wave of his hand, the war drum sounded behind him, and several soldiers waved the small red flags in their hands. Soon, the formation of the Xiling soldiers began to change. Such changes naturally could not be hidden from Ye Li and others who were looking down from above. Feng Zhiyao frowned as he watched the formation change below and said, "Six Flower Formation... No... What's the difference..."
The Xiling soldiers quickly formed a huge formation with a circle inside and a square outside, and this huge formation contained countless small formations. The number of Mohist soldiers who came out of the city to fight was originally smaller than that of the Xiling army, and now they seemed as small as the water in the formation.
Feng Zhiyao snorted and waved his hand. A green flag flew out from the top of the city wall. The formation of the Mohist army changed. A huge black dragon was hovering over the entire battlefield. The domineering and arrogant dragon head was the most elite Black Cloud Light Cavalry of the Mohist army. No one dared to touch its sharp edge wherever it went. When the black dragon swung its tail, the enemy's formation could only be shaken and about to fall.
Behind the Xiling army, a small black flag was raised, and the six-flower formation on the battlefield transformed into a giant phoenix claw that quickly grabbed the black dragon's body, instantly cutting the dragon into two parts.
"Damn it!" Feng Zhiyao cursed softly, and the flags on the city wall changed again. The severed dragon of the Mohist Army immediately turned into countless black arrows and rushed towards the huge pennant.
Ye Li stood up and watched the battle below the city. The so-called battle formations in modern warfare had long been lost and were no longer needed. So Ye Li was very unfamiliar with this. Although he had seen a lot of them in military books, he had no idea about their actual application. At this time, watching Feng Zhiyao command the army's battle formations, he finally had some real concepts in his mind. By the way, he lowered his head and thought about how to break the battle formation.
What's going on at night after five o'clock?