Fu Qingyang suddenly opened his eyes and saw the criss-crossing beams and fish-scale tiles. He turned over and sat up to look around. He was in an ancient barracks.
There were several hard bows hanging on the wall, three swords on the secret table, guns, halberds and spears on the weapon rack, and his upper body was naked, with thick bandages wrapped around his right chest, faint traces of blood could be seen, and when he pressed lightly with his fingertips, he felt a sharp pain.
The body was badly injured, with damage to the heart and lungs.
At this moment, the "Yanshi" mark on his forehead became slightly hot, and that broken and brief memory came to him.
Fu Qingyang’s current identity is the youngest cavalry general in the Southern Dynasty, a first-rank official named Yang Ce.
A month ago, the Northern Dynasty gathered 400,000 troops and marched south, capturing cities and strongholds along the way. The Southern Dynasty's army was too weak and either abandoned the cities and fled or defected to the rebellion.
General Yang Ce was appointed Grand Marshal and led the last 90,000 elite troops of the Southern Dynasty to defend Linxia City. He vowed to curb the southward advance of the Northern Dynasty and keep the enemy out of the capital.
That’s all the information. It turns out to be a role-playing game. No wonder the main quest is a “role quest”. As an experienced spiritual traveler, this is not the first time that Fu Qingyang has encountered this type of copy.
Role-playing copies are usually high-difficulty copies.
In addition, the copy has another feature, which is that you are not afraid of knowing what role your teammates play.
The main mission is activated, which is to repel the Northern Dynasty army or save the Southern Dynasty capital.
"My family background does not impose any restrictions on my identity, which means that I do not need to keep it secret and can be announced to my teammates. Is it because of the commander-in-chief of the three armies?"
Fu Qingyang sensed his body. All his skills as a Yanshi were there, and his inventory could be opened. As a spiritual realm traveler, his skills and props were not restricted, but his physical injuries were real and severely affected his combat effectiveness.
He walked to the bronze mirror on the table and saw a pale, handsome face. The appearance was still Fu Qingyang, without any change.
He quickly made a judgment that his spiritual realm mission did not require him to break through, hide, or engage in intrigue. What he needed was war, war, and war!
"A concise and clear main mission often means that the enemy is extremely powerful. Find out the current situation first before fighting."
Fu Qingyang skillfully put on fish scale armor, picked up a sword, and strode out of the barracks.
"Marshal!" When the soldiers at the door saw him coming out, they all bowed their heads and greeted him.
Fu Qingyang nodded grimly and looked at the soldier on the left, "Go and gather all the generals in the army to come here for this mission."
He looked at the soldier on his right and said, "You lead the way."
The soldier on the left agreed and left. Although the soldier on the right didn't understand why he had to lead the way to the "Military Affairs Hall", he would definitely follow the marshal's orders.
Along the way, Fu Qingyang looked around. This was the north side of the barracks in the city. From a distance, he could see fluttering flags on the towering city walls and local soldiers holding sharp weapons.
Soon Fu Qingyang followed the soldiers to a building with upturned eaves.
The three characters "Military Affairs Hall" were hung under the eaves. Soldiers stayed outside. Fu Qingyang, with a sword on his waist, pushed open the lattice door, stepped over the threshold, and glanced casually. He saw a huge sand table surrounded by high-backed chairs. Behind the seat belonging to the marshal, hung a sophisticated ancient map.
Fu Qingyang walked to the map and looked at it with deep and suspicious eyes. Soon, he found the location of "Linxia City" on the map, which was just north of the capital.
The two cities are forty miles apart. Once Linxia City is captured, we can go straight to the capital of the Southern Dynasty.
Fu Qingyang stared at the map, and a 3D map slowly formed in his mind. Mountains, rivers and other terrain appeared in his mind one by one.
In just five minutes, he had memorized the topography of the ten-mile radius of Linxia City in his mind, if the map was drawn correctly.
At this time, Fu Qingyang heard hurried footsteps coming from inside and outside the door.
There are seven people, all of them are masters, three are earth monsters, two are resting monsters, and two are fire masters.
Fu Qingyang turned and looked at the lattice city gate, just in time to see the door being opened. A senior general wearing heavy and light armor with fish scales stepped over the threshold and entered the Military Affairs Hall.
Fu Qingyang's eyes narrowed and he saw several familiar faces, Ling Diao, Zhao Chenghuang, and Tianxia Guihuo.
The appearance of the three people did not change. They were looking around curiously, observing the environment and their companions, carefully hiding their "new arrival" status.
At this time, the three people who were using the same key also saw Fu Qingyang. He showed a look of joy, but then he suppressed it.
Fu Qingyang stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the senior general who entered the room, and said calmly: "Sit down."
The nine generals naturally found their positions. Seeing this, Lingjun, Zhao Chenghuang and Tianxia Guihuo all occupied the remaining three seats.
Without waiting for Fu Qingyang to speak, the sturdy man with a rough face and slightly red eyes snorted coldly: "Marshal, the army is approaching, and we have many things to do. If you have something to say, just say it directly, but don't act rashly and implicate the soldiers of the three armies."
When the sturdy man was speaking, Fu Qingyang keenly noticed that the local generals had expressions of disgust, disdain or hatred, and were extremely dissatisfied.
He couldn't help but look at Lingjun. Lingjun was indeed Mr. Qian's old love and partner. He understood and said in a deep voice, "Marshal, you ignored the opposition of all the generals and led your troops out of the city to attack the enemy camp the day before yesterday. You didn't expect to be ambushed and burned. You fought hard and lost 3,000 soldiers to rescue you. As a general, you are so reckless. You are ashamed of the trust of the court, the people, and the soldiers who died because of you."
All the generals stood in awe and looked at Lingjun with admiration.
Fu Qingyang looked at everyone expressionlessly. He already understood the first dilemma he was facing: morale was low.
As a general, you must have the prestige to make the three armies submit to you. Without prestige, you cannot lead the troops, and once you go to war with the enemy, you will undoubtedly be defeated.
The first task now is to establish prestige and win the hearts of the people!
Fu Qingyang pondered. Normally, the quickest and simplest way is to lead the troops out of the city and win a battle, but he is now a marshal who cannot command the support of the people. Moreover, because he led the troops out of the city without authorization the day before, the Southern Dynasty army suffered heavy losses. If this happened again, the army would be resentful and there would be no chance of winning.
Leaving the city is seeking death. As his thoughts turned, Fu Qingyang said calmly: "I have realized my mistake. I summoned you all here today to listen to your opinions. The enemy is besieging the city. Linxia is in danger. How can we break the situation?"
He planned to obtain detailed intelligence on the enemy before making any further considerations.
Upon hearing this, all the generals were surprised. This young marshal who thought highly of himself actually made a mistake. The sun rose from the west?
Fu Qingyang looked around and said coldly: "Why, are you all just good-for-nothings and have no plans?"
Provoked by this, the Fire Master among the generals could not help but slam the table and stand up, starting to talk loudly, explaining his own strategies and ideas.
Fu Qingyang sat at the head of the group, his elbows resting on the table, listening with a cold expression, nodding and shaking his head from time to time.
Soon, with the advice of several generals, Fu Qingyang understood the enemy's situation. The commander of the Northern Dynasty army was Tuoba Guang, who was known as the strongest man in the north.
This man wanted to get the throne of the strongest in the Northern Territory more than ten years ago. After his debut for ten years, he made all the major sects in the Northern Territory tremble in fear. After becoming invincible in Jianghu, he entered the court as a general and established Juque, which was invincible in the world.
His most glorious achievement was six years ago, when he led an army of 500 soldiers to the north to attack the barbarians, covering a distance of 800 miles, all the way to the Zhongting of the Northern Mangyi. In the end, he concentrated on conquering the south to quell the barbarians for the Northern Dynasty and achieved the hegemony of unifying the world.
It is said that Tuoba Guanghe was as strong as an iron tower, with a broken head and eight arms. He could block a million troops alone and would never get tired. The same was true for the Juque Army he led.
During the 800-mile battle, this army had no need for food supplies.
The ancient god of war, whose Baique Army was composed of bewitching monsters, showed a solemn look on Fu Qingyang's handsome face.
The ancient god of war was born for killing and war. What's more, this ancient god of war also formed an army of bewitching demons. Its combat effectiveness is self-evident. Fu Qingyang is not afraid, because Yanshi was also born for war. To use the ancient description, it is Yanshi in the South and the God of War in the North. The fight depends on these two brothers.
Fu Qingyang also made a detailed understanding of the types of troops on both sides, our own supplies and equipment, the number of civilians in the city, the amount of granaries, etc. Lingjun Tianxia Guihuo and Zhao Chenghuang listened very seriously.
After each general had expressed his opinion and proposed his own strategy, Fu Qingyang spoke loudly: "Your good advice will be remembered by He Ce, and I will think hard about it at night. You are all busy with military affairs, so today's meeting is over. Go back. Although the righteous cause did not produce any results, several generals got the opportunity to express their feelings and left with satisfaction. They had a slightly better view of the arrogant Yang Ce. The three of you stay.
Tianxia Guihuo took the initiative to close the lattice door, and Lingdiao immediately resumed his lazy posture, just short of putting his feet on the sand table. Fu Qingyang didn't waste any words.
"What intelligence have you gathered?" Zhao Chenghuang said frankly that what he heard most was the generals' private criticisms of him.
Yang Ce is the son of an aristocratic family, his sister is the current empress, and he became a General of Cavalry by relying on his family background and nepotism. This time, when the Northern Dynasty invaded, the foolish emperor of the country listened to the pillow talk after waking up and appointed an inexperienced son of a noble family as the commander to fight against the Northern Dynasty's four million troops and Tuoba Guanghe, the best master in the north.
Tianxia Guihuo added: "I have observed the soldiers in the barracks. They are only a qualified army, but far from being a fierce army. They will definitely be defeated against the Northern Dynasty's cavalry. In addition, Tuoba Guang, you are a ruthless killer. Whenever you break into a city, you will slaughter people. The people in the city are in a panic. If it weren't for the army guarding the city gates and clearing the fields, the people in the city would have fled long ago."
Ling Jun sighed: "The army is demoralized, the people are demoralized, 50,000 against 400,000. If it was a battle on flat ground, the Southern Dynasty would have been destroyed. Fortunately, I controlled the jumping bird to observe the terrain of Linxia City. The south is close to the mountains and the water. The terrain is high and it is easy to defend but difficult to defend."
After that, he added the mother sentence "throat, our advantage is only the city wall. Fu Qingyang listened silently.
I also gave knives to three teammates.
“I speculate that Tuoba Guanghe’s level is at least the peak of level eight, and most likely the early level nine, not counting the other rulers of the Northern Dynasty.
Ling Diao stood up suddenly, grinning: "I am just a Tianxia Guihuo and Zhao Chenghuang's face was more solemn than ever.
The former hesitated and said, "I see the main task is to survive for ten days, what about you?"
"Same"
Ling Lijun and Zhao Chenghuang spoke at the same time
"My main mission is to repel the enemy or protect the capital." Fu Qingyang Dao Lingjun cast a sympathetic look towards his best friend.
"Let's make it clear in advance that I will immediately withdraw from the spiritual realm after ten days, so don't expect me to stay and help you.
Fu Qingyang said coldly: "I don't need cannon fodder." After a pause, he said: "Have you seen Yuanshi and other members of Return of the Dead?
The three of them shook their heads slightly, and Ling Jun said: "I don't know where that guy is. That's right, we need to find them quickly. With them, we can fight this battle."
Tianxia Guihuo and Zhao Chenghuang thought so too. In such a high-difficulty copy, attacking Yuanshi Demon Lord could give them a sense of security.
Fu Qingyang sneered, "The title of the dungeon is The King of the Lost Nation. Since we have landed in the barracks, who do you think the tyrant king is?"
The three of them looked at each other, and Dao Lingjun said loudly: "Retreat to the capital immediately."
At this moment, a deafening whistle exploded in the barracks, and the sound waves rolled.
The expressions of the four people in the Military Affairs Hall changed slightly. Fu Qingyang strode out, stood at the door, and immediately went to check on the natives on duty outside. He said anxiously, "Wang Jun on duty outside?"
The soldier did not move, and looked as if he was used to it when he shouted: "Marshal, this is the real captive commander of the Northern Dynasty. The captive is shouting, and it happens every day. Have you forgotten?"
But we are the captives of the Northern Dynasty? Fu Qingyang's heart moved, "Take me there."