Chapter 46 Application of Light-Based Magic Arrays
The herders on the grasslands were unaware of the Siberian cold front, but having lived on this land for generations, their sensitivity to climate change far surpassed that of Qin Mo, a transmigrator. When the shaman of the Huba tribe confidently predicted that snow would soon fall, Qin Mo knew that the coldest winter in the Northern Hemisphere was about to arrive.
Menggu---Siberia is the coldest place in the Northern Hemisphere during winter. As for the reason, Qin Mo only knows that it is because of the "Siberian High". This grassland-wasteland is too vast and unprotected. When the cold air moves south, all people and livestock will be subjected to the cruel test of nature.
When Qin Molin set off from the capital, he instructed the large merchant caravan to expedite the preparation of a batch of goods to be sent to the grasslands. This was the last large-scale transport of supplies to the grasslands this year. After two heavy snowfalls, the roads were difficult to travel, and unless there was an emergency, no more caravans would risk their lives to head north.
The imperial court always carefully timed the northward march of the nobles' private armies, thus conserving a great deal of food and supplies. If they arrived in Ulan City a month earlier, the winter supplies would be consumed by 20% to 30%. As for supplies along the way, well... of course, they were provided by the local prefectures; the high-ranking officials in the court didn't care.
Huba was grateful for Qin Mo's support, which allowed him to secure his position as chieftain. He diligently fulfilled Qin Mo's requests. Qin Mo used salt and silver to buy many cow and sheep hides; the cow hides were used to make armor, and the sheep hides to make fur coats for warmth. As for warhorses, they finally gathered seven thousand, and together with the nearly two thousand draft horses, this was the limit of Qin Mo's ability to sustain them in terms of fodder and feed.
Looking at his jubilant new subordinates, Wu Mingyi couldn't help but reveal a hint of disdain in his eyes. The Crown Prince had repeatedly ordered that these Japanese warriors not to laugh at them. They were suitable candidates for the vanguard battalion; they worked hard without complaint, and they were also struggling to make ends meet for their families.
After Qin Mo arrived in Guihua City, he distributed the 7,000 Japanese soldiers to local officers in Da Yuan according to the brigade system. Wu Mingyi received two brigades of Japanese soldiers. Except for one Japanese army of about 1,000 men without any Da Xia soldiers, the rest were dispersed among the local Da Yuan army.
A few days ago, Haruhisa Jiro met his new superior, a young man named Wu Mingyi. According to his well-informed fellow villager Matsushiro, Wu Mingyi's father was the deputy commander Wu Shengze. As long as Haruhisa performed well, when the spoils of war were distributed, a little bit of spoils would be enough for Haruhisa to go home and marry another wife.
Captain Wu was arrogant, but he didn't make things difficult for Chun Shang Erlang. He just asked in detail about the private fight between Lian Ri Chun Shang and the Wang family's private army at the Central Army Mansion. Then he pounded his thigh hard and mumbled in the local language of Da Xia, looking very angry.
After Wu Xiaowei finished venting his anger, he ordered someone to take Chun Shang Erlang to collect new supplies. Chun Shang was overjoyed. Since arriving in Da Xia, he had been constantly receiving various supplies, such as weapons, armor, dried meat, and preserved fruit. He used these supplies to quickly subdue his men. After a bloody battle at the Central Army Headquarters, he was promoted to brigade commander, which made others envious and jealous.
The supplies allocated to Chunshang this time were quite special; they included thirty warhorses and two grassland barbarians. The barbarians were there to teach them how to raise horses, and the warhorses were to serve as mounts for scouts. Of course, as the brigade commander, Chunshang could choose a few for himself and his trusted men to ride.
"Kyuu, go and call all the squads over. Let each of them choose a warhorse, then keep three for you and the others. The rest will be organized into cavalry squads to be used as scouts and messengers." Harukami Jiro was a veteran who had experienced the battles between the various daimyo of Japan. He had a thorough understanding of the advantages and uses of cavalry. The cavalry squads were used for reconnaissance, harassment, and communication by using their speed. As for charging and decisive battles, that was the business of large-scale cavalry squads.
Then began the lively selection process for cavalry. Japan was short of horses; only the most elite high-ranking samurai were qualified to become knights. Owning a warhorse was not only a daimyo's affirmation of your combat prowess, but also a symbol of your status.
Watching the short, red-faced Japanese men arguing fiercely over being selected as cavalrymen, Wu Mingyi smirked, recalling his own days riding from Fuzhou to the capital. "Heh heh heh," he thought, "let you fight over it now. When your legs are so sore you can't even straighten them, and your balls are bald, let's see if you're still fighting."
The army marched north against the wind and snow. Due to the season, the marching time was getting shorter and shorter. Marching in the pitch-black night was fraught with danger, and even a single instance of falling behind would give the commanding officer a headache.
"Clang, clang..." The sound of clashing weapons occasionally drifted from Qin Mo's tent, indicating that Allen was sparring with Qin Mo again. Ever since Qin Mo gave him those two sets of rare weapons, Allen had been coming to the tent to torment Qin Mo from time to time. He always came during Qin Mo's breaks from cultivation, making it impossible for Qin Mo to escape under the guise of training.
Allen wielded the longsword with the "Shadow Bewitching Light" magic array, while Qin Mo used a pair of double swords with the "Shadow Concealment" magic array. The two exchanged blows at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye. Only the continuous flow of light on Allen's longsword revealed that it was Qin Mo who was being ravaged.
When Allen first got the longsword, he didn't like it very much, but after discovering the wonderful use of the "bewitching light" magic array, this cold and handsome man actually showed a happy smile. Qin Mo was wondering at the time if the weapon had some other hidden attributes.
"Allen, can you stop being so pretentious... You're blinding me, this isn't fair!" Qin Mo yelled at Allen in exasperation.
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