Chapter 607: The Pacification of Sibao County (Part 9) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]
Top-tier martial artists can split mountains and cleave seas.
Xianyu Jian, with his current abilities, naturally could not do it.
but--
Every little bit counts, and eventually, drop by drop, a river will form.
If one person's strength is insufficient, then let's gather the strength of a hundred or even a thousand! Let's rally their morale and unleash a cataclysmic event!
The morale of the crowd rose like clouds above their heads.
There were also faint traces of lightning bolts leaping and surging.
"Attack!"
Xianyu Jian's gaze was resolute as he gave a command.
Rumble!
Rumble!
A series of deep, suppressed, and angry roars shattered the silence of the night, soaring into the sky and shaking the earth beneath their feet. Mud, sand, trees, and rocks converged with overwhelming force, tumbling down from the highest point.
Wherever it passed, everything seemed as fragile as paper, crumpled by an invisible hand, and finally merged into the landslide, amplifying its power.
Dozens of archers were also lying in ambush on higher ground.
He drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and shot it out.
The target was certainly not the cooks below.
puff!
The arrow pierced the target.
The grain sack ruptured, and the grain inside spilled out like water.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The trembling of arrows as they left the bowstring coalesced into a dense, overwhelming barrage. Finally, it rained down upon the cooks' sacks of grain. Even though these cooks possessed immense strength, felt no pain, could lift shields to fend off a volley of rolling stones, and remained unfazed by landslides and earthquakes, they could not withstand this indiscriminate rain of arrows. They could not stop it, and the grain sacks they carried on their shoulders could not bear the weight either.
The enemy general, entangled with General Jiang, was also getting angry. His intuition told him that this elderly martial artist who had suddenly appeared was no ordinary person, and that underestimating him based solely on age would likely lead to trouble. He focused his attention, momentarily oblivious to what was happening around him. Only then did he notice the landslide following the rolling boulders, and the seemingly harmless rain of arrows…
Sizzle—
He was forced to retreat by the two-handed sword.
As soon as the heel of his studded boots touched the ground, the strange sensation under his feet almost made him slip, and at the same time he heard a strange noise.
It sounds just like soybeans rolling in a basket.
The enemy general immediately realized something, and his face darkened slightly.
General Jiang chuckled slyly, wielding his sword with both hands as he slashed down: "Boy, you've finally figured out what your grandpa's up to."
The sparks from the clashing weapons illuminated the enemy general's face for a fleeting moment, revealing a surge of rage in his dark eyes. General Jiang, however, remained utterly fearless. He was old, no longer as energetic or resilient as a young man, but he could confidently say he wasn't easily intimidated, and his two-handed sword still moved with effortless grace.
What does it matter how fierce the enemy general's eyes are?
You can't kill someone with your eyes.
Hey, not to mention he also possesses the "Five Virtues of a General".
"You little brat, take this sword from your grandpa!"
The enemy general was clearly not one to back down with words.
Naturally, they responded with mockery.
Xianyu Jian led his troops to deliberately cause a landslide.
Even though these cooks formed a shield array to defend themselves, their human strength was no match for the power of nature.
The cooks at the weakest point in the defenses were mercilessly swept away. The other cooks reacted quickly, channeling their martial spirit, their feet stomping powerfully, leaping high with shields on their shoulders, using agility completely disproportionate to their size to step on the rocks and avoid being swept away. General Jiang and the enemy general, however, remained untouched by the mud. Their martial energies clashed and separated intermittently, the shockwaves from their collisions even momentarily halting the movement of the nearby mud and rocks. The martial spirit totems of the two were even more chaotic, creating a commotion that indiscriminately affected friend and foe, and the nearest cooks were instantly engulfed by the mud and rocks.
It seems like the advantage is on their side, but—
Kang Shi frowned, leaving deep creases between his brows.
You could tell from his expression that he was very dissatisfied.
Yes, I'm not satisfied.
Despite their advantageous terrain and preemptive ambush, and their seemingly swift and decisive actions, the enemy suffered minimal casualties—virtually none of the cooks died! He personally witnessed cooks who, despite being swept away by mudslides, managed to escape using their martial arts skills…
"This situation seems to be the heavy shield warriors under Huang Lie's command..." Kang Shi roughly estimated the number of the enemy, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
If his forces hadn't used the terrain to ambush him beforehand, but instead launched a surprise attack in a direct confrontation of firepower, his two thousand men would likely have been wiped out without a trace. Given their capabilities, they could probably regroup and launch a counterattack very quickly. Tsk, this place is not safe to linger! He immediately sent messages to Xianyu Jian, Yu Zi, and Lin Feng, disregarding both literary and martial skills, and maximizing the arrow rain with all his might.
They fired wildly, destroying their supplies and provisions.
Destroy as much as you can.
Even ruining one more bag is a bonus!
Then?
The wind is strong, let's get out of here!
Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, the best is to flee!
On the other side, General Jiang also discovered the problem.
These women were all low-level martial arts practitioners.
Normally, he could take them down one by one with his sword, but with so many of them gathered together, even his old bones would perish. To be cautious, he kept the enemy general at the edge of the battlefield. The enemy general, however, was cunning, attempting to lure General Jiang into an area with many cooks.
After the initial panic subsided, the landslide seemed to pause, and the cook prepared to lift his heavy shield and launch an assault on higher ground.
Suddenly, a whistle-like arrow exploded in the sky.
This whistle arrow was meant for General Jiang.
There is only one meaning—
retreat!
General Jiang was no young man who would recklessly engage in battle and disobey orders in the heat of the moment. He immediately feinted, kicking the enemy general's breastplate, but instead of pursuing, he used the momentum to leap upwards. He finished by saying, "Your grandpa's tired. We'll fight another day!"
Three scholars of the Kangxi era devoted themselves to enhancing the power of military rhetoric.
Swift as a shooting star
Simply put, it moves incredibly fast.
Those cooks had plenty of brute strength but lacked agility, and carrying heavy shields that looked incredibly heavy, how could they possibly run fast? When the enemy general discovered that General Jiang and his party had fled so easily, he immediately charged forward, only to see their backs, which were imbued with aura of literary power...
Enemy general: "???"
Are these people born in the Year of the Rabbit?
He nearly spat out a rage: "Shameless!"
The darkness had not yet dissipated, and the mountains were deep and the roads treacherous, making the pursuit of the enemy extremely difficult. The enemy general could only grit his teeth and swallow his blood.
As night fell and dawn broke, the literary spirit of the Kangxi era was exhausted.
The army finally stopped, by which time they were completely exhausted.
"Let's leave it here. Order the army to rest and recover on the spot..." Kang Shi sat down against a rock, breathing heavily, a rare sight for him. Where was his usual refined and elegant demeanor? Unruly strands of hair stood out, and his hair ornament was blown askew by the wind.
Yu Zi and Lin Feng were in even worse shape, their faces pale from exhaustion of their literary energy. Upon hearing this, they also sat down to regulate their breathing.
Others were better off.
General Jiang wiped his face: "Were those people last night really that troublesome? I've been fighting for so many years, and I've never run that fast before."
Kang Shi said, "It would be good enough if we could save our lives."
General Jiang nodded: "Oh, that is indeed a tricky situation."
Last night was chaotic, and we didn't even know how many enemies there were, but the number of people in the supply train is usually not small. If they are all heavy shield warriors like these, our side is indeed in great danger... We should retreat when necessary, and we can always fight another day.
Even so, General Jiang was still happy.
Last night I loosened up my muscles with the enemy general, and I felt great all over.
At this point, he asked a question that he was very concerned about.
How much food did they lose?
Kang Shi made a rough estimate in his mind.
He said, "It's at least 70% if not 80%."
Overall, their operation was very successful.
They escaped unscathed, while the enemy suffered heavy food losses. In this era where human life was cheap, their victory could even be considered a great one! General Jiang was overjoyed to hear this.
He then sighed, looking regretful: "It's a pity I don't have a wine bottle with me, otherwise I would definitely have a couple of drinks to celebrate. I wonder what that young man's expression was like last night."
Logistics and supplies are crucial in war.
If the supplies are destroyed, you'll inevitably get a beating from the military.
In severe cases, it can even lead to death.
Kang Shi had recovered slightly, and his face regained some color: "After we take Sibao County, I wish to drink three thousand cups of wine with the general!"
"Hahaha, okay, you said it yourself."
Thinking of the taste of fine wine, Bai Mei's eyebrows relaxed.
The atmosphere here was fine, but the enemy, who had suffered at their hands last night, was far from happy. Eighty percent of their grain was gone, and the actual losses were greater than Kang Shi had anticipated. The grain sacks were destroyed, and the grain was buried under mud and rocks; he couldn't very well send people to dig it out.
The harvested grain is not even worth the labor involved.
"We were really careless..."
The enemy general couldn't understand why this was happening—this road was so remote that even birds and beasts didn't like to stay there, so how could he have encountered a well-trained enemy army?
There were three streams of literary energy last night.
This means that there were at least three scholars accompanying the army.
And by sheer coincidence, they were lying in ambush there.
The enemy general was frustrated and resentful, feeling as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat.
He looked at the remaining food...
My worries are like a tangled mess; how am I supposed to explain this?
_(:з」∠)_
To be honest, I think this title is way too long (30 is a bit much). Once the fight started, everything became disorganized...
(End of this chapter)
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