Dynasty Conquest

Chapter 404 Prisoners of War
In March of AD [-], the Far Eastern Dynasty's battle for the king's capital, which lasted for several weeks, has entered the final stage. The weak princes were killed in bloody killings. The army and nobles who supported them Also crushed.

The most powerful sixth prince, Long Qing, and the rising ninth prince, Long Han, compete for the final throne in the blood-stained land of Gyeonggi Province.

This is a great battle that can be recorded in the annals of history. More than one million troops participated in the battle. In the streets and alleys of the Gyeonggi Province, you can see soldiers in solid clothes. They went to the front line in groups, leading to Black Rock City. On the roads and fields in the area, troops were crowded everywhere, and the camps stretched for hundreds of miles.

The battle for the throne was bloody and cruel. In this cold winter, the fate of the Far East Dynasty was destined to be rewritten. Compared with the battle for the throne that was in full swing, the nobles who were in the position of ministers all kept silent at this moment, because even The wisest wise men couldn't judge who would be the final victor, so they returned to their respective territories, waiting for the final news.

Of course, the nobles are not idle either. Their family's private army has already begun to assemble. They just need to wait for the outcome of this battle, and they will lead the family army to pursue the losing side to welcome the new emperor. , the aristocratic gentlemen always bear in mind.

The cloud of war hangs over the Gyeonggi Province. Millions of troops from both sides are about to start a bloody fight. Thousands of people dragged their families and started a long escape. They hid in the mountains and forests and fled to neighboring provinces.

"Prosperity, the people suffer; death, the people suffer." Lin Chuan looked at the piles of bones on both sides of the road, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

The arrival of the war caused the people to flee their homes, but the cold blizzard became a reminder for the people on the way to escape. Under the hunger and cold, hundreds of people died of freezing and starving every day, and their bones stretched from Wangjing to Gyeonggi province is hundreds of miles away.

In the snowstorm, the people walked against the wind, and their suffering had already made their eyes numb. Some people died on the side of the road while walking, and some people fell asleep at night and turned into ice sculptures in the morning.

The war turned the original order into chaos. The original rich and beautiful Gyeonggi Province was out of control due to the influence of the battle for the throne. A large number of officials fled, the garrison soldiers who maintained order were incorporated into the army, and a large number of bandits began to wreak havoc.

During the march of the army, almost all the villages and towns were turned into ruins. Occasionally, even a few villages and towns were not burned down and turned into empty dead cities, full of dead silence.

Packs of wild wolves, tigers and leopards are wandering in the snow-covered fields. They don't have to worry about food this winter, because piles of corpses are their best food.

"Put the corpse down." Lin Chuan pointed to the dried corpse hanging on the bare tree trunk beside the road, with a heavy expression on his face.

The order is chaotic, the rules have collapsed, and the people without the protection of officials have become bandits and bandits who have slaughtered lambs and are slaughtered arbitrarily.

"General, we grabbed a tongue, hehe." Gang Yu strode forward, his face full of excitement.

"Bring it up!" Gang Yu waved his hand, and two Nanchuan soldiers dragged a dying Zhenxi soldier to Lin Chuan.

This Zhenxi soldier was dying with a bruised nose and swollen face. His face was covered with blood, and his original face could not be seen clearly. The red military uniform was covered with black mud, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Seeing the distressed appearance of the Zhenxi Army, Lin Chuan knew without thinking that Gang Yu and the others must have beaten up this soldier. Captives should not be treated like this.

Seeing the displeasure on Lin Chuan's face, Gang Yu hurriedly explained: "General, it's not that we hit hard, but that this kid is too vicious. We broke two brothers in his hands and injured two more."

"Oh?" Hearing Gang Yu's explanation, Lin Chuan was full of curiosity about this dying Zhenxi soldier. Lin Chuan knew the combat strength of Nanchuan soldiers, and he even defeated four Nanchuan soldiers by himself.

The uniforms of the soldiers of the Zhenxi Army, like the rest of the Dynasty Army, advocate bright red, like blood, but their armor is thicker than that of the general Dynasty Army, weighing a full [-] jin, but compared to their burly The body, the extra strength is nothing.

The biggest difference between Zhenxi Army and other dynastic armies is their helmets. The other dynastic armies all have uniform round helmets, but the Zhenxi Army guarding the Far West has a wide-brimmed iron helmet, just like the wide-brimmed helmets of later generations of special forces. It's like a military cap, but it's made of iron.

With a red feather on the iron helmet with a wide brim, coupled with their red armor, scarlet cloak, and tall stature, the soldiers of Zhenxi Sergeant looked extraordinarily energetic.

However, compared to the excellent equipment of the dynasty army, the Nanchuan army is like a beggar. Except for the uniform black military uniform and armor, the rest of the things are varied. Many soldiers have disheveled hair. There is no helmet. , The soldiers also disliked the stuffy helmet.

"Tell me, where is your army, and I can spare your life." Lin Chuan walked to the prisoners of the Zhenxi Army who were pinned to the ground, and spoke slowly.

"Bah! If it wasn't for the military master, I was careless, how could I have fallen into your hands!" The eyes of the soldiers of Zhenxi were full of rebelliousness, and they were even more disdainful towards the Nanchuan army.

"Let go of him, give him a knife, I want to see what he is capable of in the Zhenxi Army." Facing the provocation of the Zhenxi Army soldiers, Lin Chuan wanted to suppress his arrogance.

In addition, it is to improve the morale of the army. The central army was annihilated in the Qilihe area with 1 people in one banner regiment. The ten banner regiments of the garrison soldiers were defeated in less than a day. The reputation of the Zhenxi Army has already affected. In the hearts of the soldiers, even in private, many infantrymen preached an idea, that is, the Zhenxi Army is invincible.

Now the Nanchuan Army is about to fight against the Zhenxi Army. This kind of speech that the Zhenxi Army is invincible has a great impact on the morale of the army, but Lin Chuan can't stop it forcibly, because sometimes the more you stop it, it will have a counterproductive effect.

So now Lin Chuan will tell the soldiers with reality that the Zhenxi Army is not invincible, they are also human, and they also have two heads on one shoulder.

The news that Lin Chuan was going to fight the soldiers of the Zhenxi Army one by one spread to ten, ten to hundreds, and soon spread. There were hundreds of soldiers watching. If they were not marching, there would be more people watching.

"For the sake of your injury, I will fight you with my bare hands." Lin Chuan untied the knife from his waist and threw it to Li Qiye, and said to the Zhenxi soldiers standing with the knife with a smile.

"Kill!" Seeing Lin Chuan's self-confidence, the soldiers of the Zhenxi Army flashed fiercely in their eyes, and shouted loudly. The swords roared and came straight to Lin Chuan's head. The soldiers of the Zhenxi Army have always had a special preference for human heads. A head also means military exploits, which coincides with the Nanchuan soldiers.

Seeing the fierce offensive of the soldiers of the Zhenxi Army, the surrounding Nanchuan soldiers talked a lot, sweating for the unarmed Lin Chuan, and the guards put their hands on the handles of their knives, ready to go to the field to help at any time.

(End of this chapter)