Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 462: Chapter 462: Surprise Soldier



"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Cannons and crossbows continued to explode in the camps of both sides. The shock waves and iron fragments generated by the explosion of the shells were fatal to ordinary soldiers.

In the competition of large-scale lethal weapons, the Dafeng army almost crushed the Kangguo army with blood. This was one of the reliance of Dafeng to dominate the nine states. Even though the Wushen Cult secretly occupied a large number of cannons and bed crossbows in recent years, the lack of maintenance by sorcerers greatly reduced the performance of the magic tools and the power of the shells.

What's more, the magic tools are constantly being updated, and there is a huge difference in the performance of old weapons compared to new weapons.

Nangong Qianrou led the heavy cavalry, left the base camp, avoided the shooting range of the cannons and chariot crossbows, and launched a charge from the right side of the Kangguo

army.

The Kangguo army soon realized the approach of this heavy cavalry. The cannons and bed crossbows remained unchanged, and they engaged the Dafeng army with firepower. Archers and musketeers fired one after another.

Attack this heavy cavalry with a number of more than 10,000 people.

After several rounds of firing, the archers and musketeers retreated decisively. At this time, a group of cavalrymen holding Mo Dao rushed out from the Kangguo army, three thousand people.

The Mo Dao emerged in the early days of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It weighs more than 80 kilograms and is made of fine iron. Only the top-class soldiers can hold it. At that time, the Great Zhou Dynasty, which had no sorcerers, relied on 20,000 Mo Dao soldiers to be invincible.

Every Mo Dao soldier is at the peak of the Refining Realm. It is easy to wield the Mo Dao. Under the Mo Dao, both the man and the horse are crushed, and it is specially used to defeat heavy cavalry.

The Great Zhou Dynasty is a true martial arts dynasty, the most glorious dynasty of martial arts..

In the middle and late period of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the national strength was weakened, and the reputation of the Mo Dao Army was declining. When it came to Dafeng, because the martial arts literacy of the soldiers was limited, the Mo Dao Army withdrew from the stage of history.

But the Mo Dao Army has been preserved in the northeast and has been passed down to this day. Probably because the wizards of the Wushen Cult can stimulate the potential of soldiers, enhance their qi and blood, and achieve the effect of soaring combat power in a short period of time.

The threshold of the Modao Army has been lowered a lot.

Three thousand Modao soldiers charged towards the 10,000 heavy cavalry of Dafeng, not afraid at all, but excited.

With one knife, the men and horses were all shattered, and they were specialized in breaking heavy cavalry.

A trace of ferocity appeared on Nangong Qianrou's delicate face. Jiuzhou only knew that the cavalry respected the barbarians. After the Battle of Shanhaiguan, they respected the country again.

The Dafeng cavalry is not worth mentioning.

Is it really like this?

The reason why the Dafeng cavalry is scarce is because there is a lack of excellent war horses and pastures suitable for raising horses.

Scarcity does not mean weakness. In the past 20 years, Wei Yuan summarized the reasons for more than ten small defeats in the Battle of Shanhaiguan, which was because the cavalry was seriously inferior.

Dafeng does not have the brave and battle-hardened Modao Army, and the soldiers' combat power cannot be compared with the glorious period of Dazhou. How to enhance the power of heavy cavalry on the original basis?

Wei Yuan's decision is: equipment!

Dafeng does not have wizards who can stimulate the potential of soldiers and improve their combat power. There are no strong soldiers like Dazhou.

However, Dafeng has Sitianjian and sorcerers.

Few people know why Wei Yuan frequently went in and out of the Stargazing Tower in the past 20 years. But after this battle, Wei Yuan spent all his energy and financial resources to build 10,000 sets of heavy cavalry armor in the past 20 years, which will make a strong mark in this battle.

The Modao Army, which Dafeng had long abandoned, is just an old object covered by the dust of history!

Ten thousand heavy cavalry brazenly killed through the Modao Army, and people and horses fell.

Nangong Qianrou took the lead, his brown pupils replaced by blood red, veins popping out on his face, he looked more like a wild beast that had lost its mind than a human.

Whether it was the Kangguo army or the Dafeng army on the other side, many generals were shocked when they saw this scene.

In the previous sieges, the heavy cavalry had never been used, so even their own people were not clear about the true combat power of this batch of heavy cavalry.

Except for Wei Yuan and Nangong Qianrou.

At this time, a grand and ethereal chanting sounded in the Kangguo army, layer upon layer, making it difficult to hear the specific content.

The entire battlefield was spiritualized, and the Modao army, who had just died and whose blood was not cold, climbed up again. Some of them lost their heads, some lost their arms, and some had their chests pierced, but they really climbed up.

Rejoin the battlefield.

For wizards, as long as the corpse is not torn into pieces and burned to ashes, it is an inexhaustible source of soldiers.

"Awoo......"

The endless roars came from far above, and huge flying beasts flapped their wings and glided over the Dafeng army, dropping stones, kerosene and other items.

The gates of Yandu were opened, and the Yan army rushed out, trying to attack the Kang army

from both sides.

"Raise your shields!"

Chen Ying, a new military figure and leader of 12,000 imperial guards, gave orders in an orderly manner: "168 artillery teams turn around, 24 crossbow teams turn around, and the

assault battalion will charge with me..."

While shouting, he conveyed the order by waving a small flag.

The infantry raised their shields to resist the attack from the air, and some artillery and chariot crossbows turned around and fired at the Yan army that rushed out of the city.

Amid the roar of artillery, Chen Ying led 5,000 light cavalry and 10,000 infantry, rushing out aggressively to meet the Yan army.

The war lasted from day to night, and the Yan army left behind more than 8,000 corpses and withdrew to the city. The Kang army also suffered heavy losses and withdrew 30 miles.

The Dafeng army fell into an extremely embarrassing predicament. There are three reasons

for this predicament.

One: The failure in the war.

Yandu is easy to defend and difficult to attack, which is more difficult than the seven cities that have been conquered. In addition, Yandu is full of masters and has strong military forces. There is a third-grade wizard sitting in charge. It is as difficult as ascending to heaven to conquer it in a short period of time.

In addition, the Kang army rushed to help, and it was impossible to attack the city again.

Two: The supply line was cut off.

Without the supply line, the Dafeng army is equivalent to an attic without a foundation, and

collapse is only a matter of time. This sharp knife inserted into the abdomen of the Yan

country has been sharpened.

The bonfire is blazing, inside the military tent.

The young and strong faction headed by Chen Ying and the Wei Yuan faction headed by

Nangong Qianrou gathered together.

Chen Ying stood in front of the sand table and pointed out the situation:

"The strategy of Kangguo and Yanguo is clear at a glance. They will block us under Yandu until we run out of ammunition and food, or flee in all directions, and then they will share the food. We are running out of food and grass. The day after tomorrow, we will have to kill horses and eat meat."

A general grinned and said, "I will be responsible for looting food and grass. There are many villages near Yandu, and we can always find some food. We can't kill horses, absolutely not."

Chen Ying said, "Hey," General Zhao, then I'll leave it to you. The task given to us by Duke Wei is to hold on for ten days., now six days have passed, hold on for another four days, and then we will retreat."

After a pause, he glanced at the generals and saw that they were not in high spirits. He pondered for a moment and said frankly:

"To be honest, this battle was fought inexplicably, and the food and grass were cut off

inexplicably. I still don't understand the intention of Duke Wei. But military orders are like mountains. Even if Duke Wei asked me to go through mountains of swords and seas of fire, I would not blink an eye.

"We still have 30,000 brothers left. After four days, I don't know how many of them can survive, let alone whether I can survive. But the Wushen Cult has been bullying people too

much in recent years.

"Colluded with the court officials, embezzled the armaments of my Dafeng, supported the mountain bandits in Yunzhou, and the people were living in dire straits. Now, they are trying to occupy the north and surround the two borders of my Dafeng in the northeast. "Even if the whole army is annihilated in this battle, the troops of Yan State and Kang State will be exhausted. Everyone, are you afraid of death?"

"What's there to be afraid of? If you dare to go to the battlefield, you are not afraid of death."

A general cursed. "It's just four days. I will still be alive and kicking after four days."

"Duke Wei asked us to delay. Let alone four days, I will complete the task in forty days."

Everyone looked at Nangong Qianrou. The man with a feminine appearance said calmly: "I

will leave with 10,000 heavy cavalry tonight."

Chen Ying stared at him with burning eyes: "Duke Wei's task?"

Nangong Qianrou said "hmm".

Chen Ying looked at him for a long time, and the handsome young man smiled: "Okay, you do

your own thing with peace of mind, and leave this to us."

Nangong Qianrou ignored him and turned away.

When he was about to walk out of the military tent, he suddenly stopped. Nangong Qianrou

slowly scanned everyone's faces and looked carefully. He took a deep breath and clasped his

fists and said:

"Take care, everyone!"

"Take care!"

The soldiers said in a deep voice.

Nangong Qianrou took off her helmet, gently placed it on the ground, bent over, paused for a

few seconds, and then strode away.

.......

Yandu.

The candlelight was bright in the hall, Nurhejia sat on the throne, listening to the ministers'

discussions.

Compared with the embarrassment of the Dafeng army, the atmosphere here was obviously much more relaxed, even full of joy.

After defending the city for six days, the Dafeng army only attacked the city on the first day,

and after leaving thousands of corpses, they fled in disgrace and never launched a second

siege.

On the other hand, because of the arrival of Kangguo reinforcements, they achieved a two- sided attack and Cut off Dafeng's supply line and their food.

If they delay for a few more days, Dafeng will have to withdraw its troops, and the troops they

have left are no longer able to attack the city. In other words, the capital is as stable as Mount

Tai, and they are not afraid of the Feng army showing weakness. Once they withdraw their troops, Yan and Kang can even pursue them.

The victorious side will belong to the Wushen Cult.

In this way, the so-called Dafeng military god is not as terrible as imagined. The improvement of the situation has given the people of Yan a strong self-confidence, and

Wei Yuan's reputation accumulated during the Battle of Shanhaiguan has been reduced a lot

in an instant.

"Haha, it seems that Dafeng, the military god, is not good at attacking the city."

"It may also be that the twenty years of court disputes have worn away his spirit. Yes, after

twenty years of not leading troops, things have long changed."

"With just this battle, our Yan country will step on Wei Yuan's name and shock the nine

states." "With only 100,000 troops, you want to fight to the headquarters? Wishful thinking." Wei Yuan led his army to the north, encountered stubborn resistance in Yan State, and was eventually defeated and fled back to Dafeng with the remnants... This will surely be recorded

in history books.

Nurhejia turned his head and looked at the imperial master Irbu, who was holding a golden cane and wrapped in a robe, and said with a smile:

"Irbu Imperial Master, after we defeat Wei Yuan, we can send troops to help Kang State quell the war in the north. After this battle, it will be difficult for Dafeng to send reinforcements. The 30,000-mile land on the back will be included in the territory of our Wushen Sect."

Irbu said lightly: "The war in the north is not urgent. The order of the headquarters is to

eliminate the Dafeng army within the country, especially Wei Yuan, and not let him return to Dafeng."

Irbu was stunned and frowned secretly.

He didn't understand the significance of the order from the headquarters. War is not a fight.

The focus is always on the long-term and the overall situation, not on a certain person or a few people.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Repelling the Fengtian Army and seizing the northern territory is far more important than killing Wei Yuan.

Irbu continued: "However, it is a pleasant surprise to be able to stop Wei Yuan in the territory

of Yan State. Your mission has been successfully completed. I will ask for credit from the headquarters on your behalf."

Nurhejia smiled: "Thank you, Master."

Suddenly, Irbu tilted his head and put on a listening posture.

The whispers in his ears were ethereal and illusory, as if countless people's voices were

combined together, as if they came from another world.

Irbu's face changed from indifferent to stern, and from stern to livid. The rapid change made Nurhejia confused.

"The witch god is calling me... Wei Yuan?!"

Irbu turned into a black light and rushed out of the hall, disappearing into the night in an

instant.

"Wei Yuan?"

Nurhejia frowned and looked confused.

The ministers and generals in the hall looked at each other, confused for a while.

What did Wei Yuan do to make Master Irbu so angry?

Thousands of miles away from Yandu, in the capital of Kangguo, there was also a black light breaking through the air and quickly swept towards the northeast.

At dawn, Nangong Qianrou led 10,000 heavy cavalry and finally arrived at the place designated

by Wei Yuan.

This is a valley surrounded by mountains on three sides and gurgling streams. Nangong Qianrou asked the cavalry to rest on the spot. During the march, he strictly followed

the rules set by Wei Yuan, taking a break every ten miles, brushing the horses' mouths and noses, and feeding every thirty miles.

The bonfire was blazing, and the vegetable soup in the pot was boiling. The food was looted from the villages along the way, and the vegetables were brought by

himself. Speaking of this, Nangong Qianrou thought of the bitch who competed with him for

favor.

Before the army went out, Xu Qian'an offered Wei Yuan a plan to dry the vegetables, bake them, squeeze out the water thoroughly, and then seal them with sheep intestines. Each soldier carried one kilogram of dehydrated vegetables with him. It was not heavy, but

after soaking in water, the amount was sufficient. Sprinkle a handful of coarse salt, the taste was touching. Nangong Qianrou drank vegetable soup and grabbed rice grains with her hands. While eating, she thought about the purpose of her adoptive father asking him to leave the army. The direction given by Wei Yuan was the south, which was contrary to the route of the army.

Nangong Qianrou vaguely realized that her adoptive father had spent twenty years designing

and building these ten thousand sets of heavy cavalry armor, and perhaps there was another use for them.

So he had to leave the army. His adoptive father's idea was to try not to let this heavy cavalry suffer major losses.

But what was the point?

Nangong Qianrou just thought so, and suddenly heard a voice from behind: "You......" He turned his head suddenly and saw a plain-looking sorcerer in white standing behind him.

This sorcerer in white had the soft features of a typical Central Plains person, neither sharp- edged nor deep-eyed, and thick lips, giving people a simple impression. Nangong Qianrou jumped up reflexively, like an antelope leaping, quickly distanced herself,

drew out her saber, and shouted, "Who are you?"

The heavy cavalrymen threw down their bowls, drew their sabers and mounted their horses,

their movements were swift, showing their high military accomplishments.

The white-robed sorcerer said slowly, "We..."

Nangong Qianrou shouted again, "Who are you?"

The white-robed sorcerer appeared behind him silently, and his cultivation was definitely

higher than Yang Qianhuan's.

The white-robed sorcerer said, "You're late..."

After a while, he finally finished the whole sentence, "......"

You're late?! Nangong Qianrou finally understood what the other party said, and said in astonishment, "Are you waiting for me? Did your foster father ask you to come?" The white-robed sorcerer nodded.

Nangong Qianrou breathed a sigh of relief and asked hurriedly, "Who are you? My foster

father asked us to come to you. What's the plan?"

The white-robed sorcerer looked at him calmly and said in a calm tone, "I am the

Supervisor..."

Nangong Qianrou's face changed wildly.

Supervisor?

He is the Supervisor?! No, how could he be the Supervisor? It's not like I haven't seen the

Supervisor before... Wait, it may not be the Supervisor's real body, it may also be a clone. Yes,

this can explain why he appeared behind me, but I didn't notice it at all...

What exactly is my foster father thinking of asking us to see the Supervisor? Nangong Qianrou took a deep breath, bowed and saluted to express his respect for the

Supervisor, and then heard the white-robed sorcerer say, "The second disciple of the Supervisor!"

The second disciple of the Supervisor? Nangong Qianrou was stunned at first, and then

reacted suddenly: "You are the second disciple of the Supervisor?!"

The white-robed sorcerer smiled and nodded calmly.

......Nangong Qianrou's face kept twitching. He suppressed his anger and asked, "What arrangements does my foster father have?"

The white-robed sorcerer said in a deep voice, "I..."

Then he fell into silence.

After the experience just now, Nangong Qianrou was not in a hurry and waited patiently. By

the way, she recalled the identity of this sorcerer. The second disciple of the supervisor was away all year round. Nangong Qianrou had only heard of him but had never seen him. I didn't expect to meet him today. This second disciple, well, can only be said to be worthy of

being the supervisor's disciple.

Ten minutes later, the white-robed sorcerer finally uttered the second half of the sentence:

"..... I don't know!"

I don't know......Nangong Qianrou's face was already a little hideous.

The white-robed sorcerer smiled at Nangong Qianrou unconsciously, raised his hand, and

gently wiped away Nangong Qianrou's existence and the existence of 10,000 heavy cavalry.

At dawn, the golden red morning light sprinkled on the sea, rippling with layers of scattered

golden light.

On the top of Jingshan, the towering sentry post

The sentry, wearing a sheepskin coat and a cold-proof hat, yawned, took off the water bag at

his waist, and drank a mouthful of goat milk wine.

After the fall, the climate in Jingshan took a sharp turn for the worse. The salty and humid sea

breeze blew on the face, like a very fine knife, scraping the skin bit by bit, making it dry and

rough.

The sentry looked at the high altar in the distance and vaguely saw two blurry statues. They

have stood for more than a thousand years.

For mortals whose lifespan is only sixty years, these two statues seem to be eternal and

unchanging.

"Hey, it's time to wake up. It's time to change shifts."

The sentry who drank mare's milk kicked his companions awake.

The companion rubbed his eyes, stared at the dark circles and woke up, yawning and lazily

saying:

"Fuzel, I heard that the situation in the north is very good. I really want to go to the battlefield to earn military merits. Not only can I get promoted, but I can also rob money, so

that I can have money to marry a wife." Fuzel took another sip of goat milk wine and shrugged: "Stupid, if you can go to the battlefield, why do you have to spend money to marry a wife? Wouldn't it be more enjoyable to just rob ten or eight barbarian women back?" The companion sneered: "Barbarian women are more ferocious than tigers and wolves. Is the

meat under your crotch enough for them to eat? You can only show off your power on the

ewe."

"You bastard, what did the ewe do wrong, why do you treat them like this?" Fuzel cursed.

Suddenly, Fuzel, who was looking at the sea, was stunned. He rubbed his eyes, as if he

suspected that he had seen it wrong.

On the sparkling sea, at the end of the horizon, a huge warship appeared, followed by two,

three, five... a total of twenty warships, in a shape of a Chinese character "", riding the wind

and waves, and coming at a high speed. The flags on the warships were waving.

At the bow of the first warship, a figure in green stood with his hands behind his back, his

clothes fluttering, and his eyes looked calmly at Jingshan.

"Woo woo..."

The sound of the horn sounded from the sentry post, spreading throughout Jingshan, and also throughout Jingshan City built on the mountain - this majestic city where high-quality wizards gathered.