The Prince of Jin's residence.
Wearing golden armor and wielding the King-Slaying Golden Whip (Golden Mace), Chen Huai'an emerged from his study but did not go to the council hall to meet the Longcheng garrison generals who had been anxiously waiting there for a long time. Instead, he rode alone out of the city under the cover of night and headed straight for the Longshan camp, 20 miles away.
Longshan Camp, located northwest of Longcheng, was the military command center of the Polu Army in the Jinzhong region.
However, after Prince Chen Polu of Jin was stripped of his military power by the new emperor Zhao Gan half a year ago, the Longshan Camp, which was large enough to house 100,000 troops, was abandoned.
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Chen Huai'an finally arrived at the Longshan camp.
With the help of the faint moonlight, the outline of the Longshan camp was already close at hand.
However, the once bustling Longshan Camp, with its fluttering banners and deafening battle cries, is now a desolate place, with only tattered banners rustling in the night wind on the mottled city walls.
The occasional mournful cries of crows echoing through the night sky added to the eerie and sinister atmosphere of the entire camp.
It was late at night, and Chen Huai'an was not afraid at all; on the contrary, he felt a strange excitement.
He focused his mind and summoned the system.
[Ding!]
[The "Born to Be an Emperor" system has been successfully activated!]
As the familiar synthesized mechanical voice rang in his ears, the outline of the system screen appeared in Chen Huai'an's mind, with the words "[The host can summon 80,000 fully armored soldiers and randomly give away a legendary historical general]" standing out prominently.
"Summon 80,000 fully armored soldiers!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Huai'an directly issued a summoning command to the system.
[Ding!]
[80,000 fully armored soldiers are being summoned...]
As the system broadcast sounded, the Longshan military camp training ground where Chen Huai'an was located was instantly enveloped in a thick fog, which continued to spread and dissipate.
Where the fog dissipated, rows of fully armed soldiers in armor and carrying swords appeared. Further away, where the fog had dissipated, the faint neighing of warhorses could be heard.
In a short while, the vast Longshan camp training ground was filled with a dense crowd of soldiers.
"Greetings, Your Highness!"
On the drill ground, soldiers in armor and carrying swords knelt down in droves.
Chen Huai'an looked up and saw a dark mass of people and horses filling the entire training ground of the Longshan Camp.
Judging from the weapons and equipment carried by these soldiers, these 80,000 soldiers were divided into four types of troops: cavalry, infantry, archers, and supply troops. There were also obvious differences in the armor, helmets, and weapons among the different types of troops.
Among them, cavalry soldiers were all equipped with bright armor; infantry were equipped with black armor; archers and baggage handlers wore cloth armor and cotton armor; the weapons they used included knives, swords, spears, axes, hammers, whips, bows, crossbows, etc.
The most distinctive weapons were the horizontal sword and the long sword used by cavalry. These weapons, forged from Damascus steel from East Asia, were extremely powerful and could shatter both men and horses with a single strike.
These 80,000 troops were an elite "Tang Dynasty Xuanjia Army"!
Before Chen Huai'an could recover from his excitement and shock, a white mist suddenly appeared out of nowhere and enveloped the area less than ten steps away from him.
At the same time, the familiar and welcoming system voice rang in his ears once again: [System randomly bestows upon you a legendary historical military commander—Chen Qingzhi!]
With immense excitement, Chen Huai'an stared intently at the white mist before him.
In an instant, a refined and elegant scholar-general in flowing white robes emerged from the dissipating white mist, walked straight to Chen Huai'an, and knelt on one knee: "This humble general, Chen Qingzhi, pays his respects to the Prince of Jin!"
Chen Huai'an could not hide his excitement and hurriedly said, "General, please rise!"
Who is Chen Qingzhi?
The line "Even renowned generals and great commanders should not be complacent, for thousands of troops will flee before the white-robed general" is enough to prove the achievements of Chen Qingzhi, a Confucian general of the Southern Liang Dynasty.
Although Chen Qingzhi was physically weak and unable to draw a bow or crossbow, nor was he skilled in riding and archery, he was courageous, resourceful, and a Confucian general who was deeply loved by the people.
With Chen Qingzhi leading these 80,000 elite cavalry to guard the Longshan camp, Chen Huai'an felt much more at ease, and the chances of winning the first battle in the Fengtian Jingnan campaign increased even further.
Chen Huai'an immediately ordered, "General, the 80,000 elite cavalry here are to be placed under your command from this moment on!"
"There are still 10,000 shi of grain remaining in the secret room of the Longshan Camp's granary. I hereby order you to lead 80,000 elite cavalry to hide in the camp. Under no circumstances should you reveal your whereabouts. Await my next orders!"
"Your subordinate obeys!"
Chen Qingzhi immediately clasped his hands in acknowledgment, indicating that he accepted the order.
Subsequently, Chen Qingzhi immediately began to arrange various matters related to military operations. These experiences were ingrained in Chen Qingzhi's bones and could be used immediately.
Chen Huai'an was not idle either. He immediately counted a group of supply troops from the ranks at the drill ground and led them to the grain depot of the Longshan camp, where he handed over 10,000 shi of grain hidden in a secret room to the supply troops.
At this moment, he was glad that he had been right to instill the idea of "building high walls and storing plenty of grain" in his father, Chen Polu.
If it weren't for Chen Huai'an being in charge of the Longshan Camp's grain depot, and secretly intercepting 10,000 shi of supplies and provisions that originally belonged to the Polu Army when Emperor Zhao Gan seized power from the Polu Army.
So, the 80,000 elite cavalry he summoned from the system tonight will have to fight Wu Qingyun's Yunhui Army on empty stomachs.
Although there is still a considerable amount of grain stored in Longcheng, in the Prince of Jin's mansion, and in the granaries of the Longcheng garrison, a large-scale grain transport operation would certainly alert the spies that Wu Qingyun had planted in Longcheng.
In this way, the 80,000 elite cavalry of Longshan Camp would lose their natural advantage of ambush, so how could they catch Yunhui Army off guard?
Isn't it true that everything is fate?
When Chen Huai'an hid grain at the Longshan camp, no one expected that he would be the chosen one, a man born with the destiny of an emperor!
Let's get back to the main topic.
After settling the matter of the 80,000 elite cavalry ambushes at Longshan Camp, Chen Huai'an rushed back to the Prince of Jin's residence overnight.
......
At the same time, a hundred miles away, in the Yunhui Army camp in Jincheng.
Inside the main general's tent, Wu Qingyun, the Tiger Might General, the Northwest Commander-in-Chief of the Great Xin Dynasty, sat imposingly in the center of the tent, clad in armor, on a large tiger-skin chair.
On both sides of the tent were Yunhui Army generals, clad in armor and carrying swords.
"General, you are truly a prophet. That old scoundrel Sun Heling did indeed defy the Emperor's will and gave Chen Huai'an and the remnants of the Po Lu Army a night."
"In this way, regardless of whether Chen Huai'an and the remnants of the Po Lu Army fight or flee after one night, the general will have a reason to march on Longcheng!"
Inside the tent, the person who stepped forward to speak was none other than Chang Chenghu, the deputy general of the Yunhui Army, who had just returned from the Prince of Jin's residence in Longcheng.
As soon as he began, the remaining generals of the Yunhui Army in the tent echoed his sentiments:
"General, you are incredibly brave. After eliminating the last eight thousand remnants of the Po Lu Army in Longcheng, the entire Northwest will be under your command. From now on, people will only know the Yunhui Army. Who will remember what the Po Lu Army was?"
"That's right. In my opinion, General, your efforts to eliminate the remnants of the Prince of Jin are a great achievement for the present and a benefit for future generations. It is a foregone conclusion that you will be granted a title and appointed as a general. The title of Prince of Wu is just right. As for the fief, I think Longcheng is quite suitable!"
"I've also heard that Princess Xu Ruoyun of Jin was once the most beautiful woman in the previous dynasty. She's past her prime, but still has a captivating charm. And now that her husband has just died, she's at an age where she needs comfort and care."
"If the general doesn't mind, you can take her as a concubine; if the general doesn't mind, you can give her to our brothers. We rough and uncouth men just like that, don't you all agree?"
Hahaha!
For a time, the camp was filled with the lewd laughter of the Yunhui Army generals.
On the tiger-skin chair, Wu Qingyun, the creator of the Yunhui Army, burst into laughter, a smug expression on his hideously ugly face.
With a wave of his hand, he roared with pride, "Granted!"
He paused, then grinned maliciously and said, "However, as you all know, I hate wasting things the most, so you'll have to line up!"
Hahaha!
Inside the main tent, the unrestrained laughter of the Yunhui Army generals echoed once more.
At present, Wu Qingyun has assembled 100,000 elite Yunhui troops and is heading straight for Longcheng. The vanguard is less than 100 miles away from Longcheng.
After enduring twenty years of hardship, he could finally avenge the day when Prince Chen Polu of Jin pulled down his pants and publicly flogged him in front of the three armies, leaving him with bruised skin and unable to get out of bed for a month.
Now that the Prince of Jin is dead, and the remnants of the Prince's mansion and Chen Polu's most prized Polu Army are about to be ended by his own hands, Wu Qingyun felt a sense of relief.
Then, with a wave of his hand, he commanded, "Tomorrow morning, march on Dragon City!"
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