I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 319: Breaking through the rear camp! One Yong is equal to ten barbarians!

The appearance of the city defense formation not only shocked the barbarian cavalry army under the city.

Even the soldiers on the city wall were shocked.

The moment when three huge iron spears came towards him with the terrifying power to break the mountain.

Fear is an instinctive reaction.

Later, I saw it collapsing bit by bit under the resistance of an invisible force.

The fear that came from instinct instantly turned into endless peace of mind.

They had heard about the city defense formation from storytellers in restaurants and teahouses.

But when this thing that only exists in legends appears before their eyes, they still can't help feeling a sense of unreality.

At this time, Zhao Mu and others standing behind Han Shao looked at each other and actually had a similar feeling.

"My Lord, is this...really possible?"

Han Shao nodded slightly.

Here I have to praise those Mohist cows and horses... Oh! No! They are sages!
Since the two sides reached a consensus that day, the enthusiasm and dedication of several Mohist sages in their work have surprised even him, the Party A.

After working day and night to catch up on the progress for a period of time, this huge city defense formation was finally completed on schedule.

"In the future, if you meet those sages, you must respect them!"

"Don't show off your military prowess in front of them."

Uncle Li is right.

What is the most expensive in the 21st century?
Talent!

The same applies here.

Technical talents like the Mohist sages, power, wealth, beauty, status...

As long as they want it, Han Shao will never be stingy.

Not to mention just the word "respect".

Seeing Han Shao's serious words, Zhao Mu and others nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry, my Lord. We won't have to worry about that!"

They are not stupid.

A strong cultivation can only protect oneself.

But these Mohist sages can protect the people of an entire city by their own strength.

In the face of such an existence, it is never too serious.

Han Shao nodded with satisfaction, and then suddenly laughed.

"Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here."

"Our hero is here."

No one in this world knows who Cao Cao is.

But they understood the meaning of Han Shao's words.

Sure enough, almost the next moment, several old men dressed in simple coarse linen and brown clothes hurriedly landed on the city wall.

"Master Hou..."

Several Mohist sages were about to bow, but were stopped by Han Shao.

"Gentlemen, you have worked hard every day, and now you have finally achieved results. It is time for me to pay my respects to you gentlemen."

Han Shao has always been courteous and kind to people of value.

This is especially true at this time.

Seeing Han Shao's behavior, it would be a lie for several Mohist sages to say they were not moved.

But at this moment, they didn't care about the red tape and hurriedly asked the questions that concerned them most.

"My Lord, is there any omission in the formation?"

This large formation was the product of their day and night efforts.

Once a mistake is made and causes casualties, they will feel guilty.

Perhaps it will also affect the little reputation and brand that is left of the Mohist School, so they can't help but be nervous.

That's why after sensing the movement of the formation, he hurried to the "scene".

Han Shao heard this and smiled.

"Gentlemen, rest assured, it's very good! It's better than I imagined!"

He was able to continuously block the full-strength attack of a sixth-level golden body master, and he obviously still had some strength left.

This was beyond Han Shao's expectations of the formation's effectiveness.

After hearing Han Shao's words, several Mohist sages finally felt relieved.

"That's fine, that's fine..."

Several Mohist sages looked at each other and let out a long breath.

One of the wise men listened to Han Shao's generous praise, and his expression was complacent and a little emotional.

"After all, time is too tight."

"Right now, this formation can only be considered a rough draft that has just taken shape. Many parts have not been improved or supplemented in time..."

The other sage also looked regretful and continued the conversation.

"If we are given enough time, we are confident that we can build this Champion City into a city that is no less powerful than any other city in the world!"

Of course, time alone is not enough.

Sufficient wealth is also needed.

Fortunately, the marquis "understood" the technology, and the gold, silver and other valuables were almost at their disposal.

This is probably not a problem at all.

Seeing several Mohist sages looking at him as if he were a "rich man with a dog" while talking, Han Shao couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Just this barely formed rough formation had already emptied his family fortune.

If we want to improve it, we have to wait until this battle is over and see if Shi Bi can "donate generously" again.

But...when that time really comes, what's the point of wasting resources here?
Han Shao didn't say anything in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

He tried to glositate the question by laughing it off.

While pulling a few Mohist sages, they came to the battlements of the city wall and stood still.

Several Mohist sages were puzzled at first, and then they were shocked by the scene under the city.

It was an endless sea of ​​people that stretched as far as the eye could see.

It's the grassland barbarians!
However, completely different from the barbaric and brutal tribes they had in mind who ate raw meat and drank blood, these grassland barbarians were almost all armored and armed with sharp weapons, as ferocious as grassland wolves.

"Gentlemen, do you think... that if we just say 'non-aggression', we can make them put down their weapons and stop the war?"

Several Mohist sages, whose faces turned pale due to the shock of the scene before them, swallowed subconsciously when they heard this.

Dayong has been peaceful for too long.

In the long period of more than two thousand years, few people have witnessed a real war with their own eyes.

Many things only come from records in books and stories told by others, and the rest is everyone's imagination.

This is true even for those old Mohist guys who have lived for quite a long time.

Over the years, they have adhered to the Mohist philosophy of "non-aggression" but have never had the opportunity to put it into practice.

It was not until this moment when they saw with their own eyes hundreds of thousands of foreign armored soldiers approaching the city and appearing in front of them that they suddenly woke up.

Perhaps in the past few years, our understanding of Mohism's "non-aggression" has really gone through some huge deviation.

Just like what Han Shao asked at this moment.

What if a simple phrase like "non-aggression" could make these hundreds of thousands of armored aliens all over the mountains lay down their weapons?
The answer is definitely no!

They are just old-fashioned, not pedantic or stupid.

Faced with such an obvious result, no matter how conservative one is, it is impossible to say anything naive.

and so……

"What the Marquis said to us before is correct."

Non-aggression.

The purpose of war is not to stop war!
It means to stop the use of spears in military operations!

It is a shame to say that these wise men who walk the world in the name of Mohism do not have as profound and correct understanding of the core concept of Mohism as an outsider like Han Shao.

Realizing this, several Mohist sages bowed to Han Shao.

"I would like to be taught!"

This bow was like the grace of preaching and answering questions, so Han Shaosheng accepted it.

After the ceremony was over, he smiled and reached out to help a few people up.

"You are very polite, gentlemen."

The reason why we took them to see the battlefield with their own eyes was to bring up the issues that had been discussed before and ask them again.

He was simply afraid that these old guys with old-fashioned temperaments would show too much softness at certain critical moments and cause trouble for himself.

Don't forget that the many fantasy mines buried outside the city were made by them.

Although the method of activating it has been given to Han Shao, what if they have left some kind of secret door in it?
This...must be prevented!
Han Shao's thought suddenly changed, and he did not take the opportunity to let them leave.

Instead, he continued to pull them towards the city.

"Since you gentlemen are here, why don't you come with me and see the bravery of my warriors?"

Faced with Han Shao's invitation, several Mohist sages hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

"It's what you wish for."

After hearing this, Han Shao finally nodded with a smile.

"good."

Reform must be done step by step.

It is important to be subtle and silent. Han Shao is already familiar with these methods.

Of course, the most crucial thing is that he and these Mohist sages were only cooperating with each other in name.

When it comes to cooperation, strength is the biggest bargaining chip.

Appropriately flexing your muscles in front of your partner is beneficial to both parties.

……

Just as Han Shao and the Mohist sages lowered their gazes from the city wall, the two sides, one from the south and one from the north, which were approaching rapidly below, were finally about to collide.

Three miles!

For the two parties at the front, the opposite side is already clearly visible.

On the barbarian side, Lao Wanqi's expression was filled with surprise and eagerness, which undoubtedly added a bit of ferocity to the life-and-death battlefield.

As for the Yong people on the opposite side, their black armor and cold visors showed their solemnity and coldness.

Two miles!

This distance is enough for both sides to reach if they speed up their horses and launch an all-out charge.

The north wind howls.

The barbarian cavalry on the opposite side came with the wind, and their horses took advantage of the wind, adding a bit of terrifying power like a mountain collapsing.

What’s more important is that they have a lot of people!
A full ten thousand cavalry, it seems like no more, no less!
However, the Yong cavalry had only a mere thousand cavalrymen!
But despite this, no one retreated, and even the cold and hard faces under the black masks did not show the slightest fear.

Even if it's a situation where we are outnumbered!
Even though the howling cold wind carrying snowflakes and ice beads blew through the gaps in their visors and made their eyebrows and eyes hurt, no one showed any extra expression.

At this moment, the eyes of these thousand cavalrymen were only focused on the barbarian dog bandit leader who was about to arrive in an instant.

The Zhenliao long sword in his hand was already ready to strike, and he only wanted to drink the enemy's blood.

One mile!
The majestic figure riding his horse in the front suddenly burst into laughter.

"My boys! A man's achievements can only be achieved on horseback!"

“Now is the time to make achievements!”

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence.

"The Marquis is watching us from the city wall! Don't embarrass us! And don't embarrass the Marquis!"

The sentence added at the end is the most important.

That's right!

The Marquis is watching them from the city wall!

So they have to win!
To win big!
Otherwise they would no longer have the face to face those old soldiers who had been in the battle line.

We don't even have the face to call ourselves the Marquis's headquarters!

Not bad!

This seemingly small number of 1,000 cavalrymen are none other than the soldiers in the rear camp who have always had a weak presence.

With the example of those three hundred terrifying old soldiers who were almost inhuman, no one really paid attention to them even though their strength was obviously stronger than other troops under the Marquis.

Whenever the Xianzhen Camp was mentioned, the only thing that would be mentioned was the three hundred old soldiers.

But they refused to accept!
They are obviously members of the Xianzhen Camp, so why are they, the thousand cavalrymen in the rear camp, treated like stepmothers and always ignored and looked down upon?

Even when he was out and about and mentioned his origin from the Xianzhen Camp, he would be met with strange looks from others!
No! They don't accept it!
They need glory too!

I also want to be the center of attention!
Now they just lack an opportunity!
A chance to prove yourself!

And now this long-awaited opportunity has finally come.

So in their eyes, the ten thousand enemy cavalry in front of them were not enemy cavalry at all, but the military merit that they were about to obtain!

It is glory within reach!

So, as Feng Can laughed loudly, the thousand cavalrymen following him suddenly roared.

"The ambition to trap the enemy!"

"There is death and no life! I am invincible!"

This was the first time that the rear camp of the Xianzhen Camp shouted out the camp call of the Xianzhen Camp on the battlefield.

The sound resounded through the heavens and earth, shaking the universe.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two sides were already close to each other.

"kill!"

……

Under the sky.

The horses' hooves galloped like thunder, shaking the ground beneath their feet like a dragon turning over.

But on the boundary line between Yongtu and grassland, the two parties who had already collided were unaware of it.

There's not much to say.

When the two sides faced each other, the blades in the hands of the strong men in their own army had already slashed down heavily forward.

And in this brief moment of confrontation, the old Wanqi of the Barbarian Cavalry side felt that something was wrong with the Yongqi on the opposite side.

Without it!

Although the number of the other side is pitifully small compared to theirs.

But in terms of the number of strong people, it is terrifyingly large!
Too much to be reasonable!

Even far surpassing their absolutely elite troops who were "fed" with the blood of their own race!

At this moment, he finally understood that the rumor that the Yong people also had the secret technique of raising troops was not groundless.

But all this doesn't matter anymore.

The people of Yong have a saying, [When two brave men meet on a narrow road, the braver one wins]!
When facing the enemy, the only valuable thought is how to kill the enemy quickly and effectively.

Then win the battle completely!
He really didn't believe it. The Yong people had only a thousand cavalry, and now he was fighting them with ten thousand cavalry. How could he not be defeated!
After all, the current Dayong is no longer the Dayong that swept everything in the early years.

Their grassland tribe is no longer the same grassland tribe as before.

Want to re-enact the scene of 'one Yong against ten barbarians'?
joke!

Times have changed!

Lao Wanqi grinned grimly, and the scimitar in his hand turned into a terrifying sword, slashing towards the thousand riders in front.

If there was no powerful person of the same realm to block it, this sword would have killed not only the thousand riders in front of him, but even tens of thousands or a hundred thousand people.

They will all be ground into powder!

But this is impossible after all.

The general Yong on the opposite side, who was also leading the charge, was not dead.

With him around, this sword could at most stop the opponent's momentum of charge.

And this is also the real purpose of Lao Wanqi.

Once the cavalry loses its speed, they are nothing more than lambs to be slaughtered.

In a moment, they will be completely overwhelmed by the men under his command.

When General Yong on the opposite side saw the knife coming at him, he laughed uncontrollably, looking extremely arrogant.

"Good old dog! Considering that you are a little older than me, I'll let you have a knife!"

As he spoke, the Zhenliao long sword that made many grassland people tremble with fear swung up a golden sun and went towards the Heavenly Sword that was chopped down by Lao Wanqi.

In an instant, the Heavenly Sword shattered.

But the sun is still brilliant and bright.

Lao Wanqi's face suddenly changed.

"The sun is so hot!"

Feng Can, who was leading the way, laughed rough.

"Some insight."

The divine thoughts intertwined in an instant, it was already extremely fast.

The barbarian elder Wanqi reacted even faster. He realized something was wrong after one slash of the sword and shouted loudly in an instant.

"Formation!"

This sound also did not come from the mouth, but from the mind.

These two short words exploded in the souls of all the barbarians behind him, and instantly connected everyone's souls and thoughts together in a way that ordinary people could not understand.

Then a roar like a dragon's roar came from the void.

"cut!"

Another sword slashed down towards the bright sun falling from the void.

The knife fell, and the sun was annihilated.

The sky, which had suddenly brightened, seemed to dim in an instant.

Also disappearing was Feng Can's rather demonic laughter.

"Be careful! It's a secret method of the dragon race similar to the military strategy of the army!"

Hearing the reminder from behind him, Feng Can snorted coldly.

"I saved it."

He had met the Marquis when he was rushing to Langju City before.

It is certainly not unfamiliar now.

However, he has always liked to fight head-on. The stronger the enemy, the more the blood in his body boils.

But while following the Marquis all the way, I never had the chance to let this crazy blood burn completely.

But now it exists.

Looking at the huge dragon shadow that suddenly gathered in the void, Feng Can's mouth curled up.

"Today, slay the dragon!"

……

(End of this chapter)