Dynasty Conquest

Chapter 44 Forced March

In the hilly area in the west of Luoshan Province, more than 1 soldiers of the Xingtu Army were marching at extreme speed, and the black battle flag was blown up by the wind.

"Hoo hoo..." The soldiers panted heavily, and the long march was like a long black dragon, rushing towards the city of Tres in the distance.

In the village on the edge of the jungle, Lin Chuan captured the tax official sent by Tres City. In order to survive, the greedy tax official told everything he knew like beans.

Tres City is a big city in the west of Luoshan Province, close to the Yunshan Mountains. Because it is close to the Yunshan Mountains, many merchants often go to buy mountain goods, animal skins, etc., so it is considered rich.

According to the intelligence of the captured tax officer, Lin Chuan learned that a Xingtu army had appeared in the south of Luoshan Province. Most of the garrison in Tres City was transferred to the southern region by the governor of the province, so now Tres City has only Less than a thousand garrison.

After receiving the news, Lin Chuan was ecstatic. Tres City is the largest city in the west of Luoshan Province, and it governs hundreds of miles of land. One can imagine its wealth.

But now Tres is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, without any defenses. Of course I won't let it go.

In order to prevent accidents, Lin Nuoyan, the commander of the Xing Tu Army, ordered the entire army to rush forward at a high speed, and must arrive at Tres before sunset. After all, as a big city, Tres cannot always be so defenseless, and the city lord will definitely recruit troops to return to defense.

"Sir, I really can't move..."

The fat tax official was sweating profusely at the moment, panting from exhaustion, bent over and panting heavily, waved to Lin Chuan and said that he couldn't do it anymore.

Lin Chuan frowned and said, "Take him away"

Two wolf-like Xingtu warriors walked up to the fat tax officer, one on each side, set up the tax officer and continued to move forward.

On the way of the Xingtu army's advance, they encountered several small towns with garrisons, but these small towns generally had only 500 to [-] garrisons, which was not many troops.

For small towns with garrisons, the fast-advancing Xingtu army directly bypassed the town, and was too lazy to attack.

Then there was such an interesting scene, in the western region of Luoshan, a troop carrying a black battle flag was marching quickly, while the dynasty local garrison stood on its own line of defense and watched them leave, without any fighting between the two sides .

Firstly, the garrison team is weak and lacks self-protection, so no one dares to fight, and secondly, the marching speed of the Xingtu army is too fast. Often, the sentry of the garrison team finds that an army is coming towards them and rushes to report to the officer. When the officer comes out to check , only the smoke and dust disappearing in the distance can be seen.

However, there was still a daring garrison officer with [-] garrison soldiers trying to stop this Xingtu army that suddenly appeared.

Seeing the garrison guards blocking the way, Lin Chuan ordered to Sith: "The 1000th team will destroy them, and the rest will continue to move forward."

"My lord," Sith said with a wave of his hand, and a thousand wolf-like Xingtu soldiers separated from the marching ranks and rushed towards the guard positions ahead.

The garrison officer tremblingly wanted to show his courage, he stood in front of the ditch and raised his broadsword: "I am the commander of the garrison squadron here, I want you to put down your weapons..."

"Noisy!" Sith jumped up impatiently, sliced ​​off the garrison officer's head with a knife, blood spilled horizontally, especially gorgeous under the sun.

"Ah!" Seeing that his own official was easily beheaded, the rest of the guards who vowed to make meritorious service were stunned on the spot.

The wolves and tigers of the Xingtu fighters didn't care so much, they slammed into it like a black torrent, and the red defense line collapsed and became fragmented.

The Xingtu soldiers raised their swords and axes, like wolves, they kept hacking at the guards crying for their parents.

Most of these guards were organized by young and strong in some places, and their weapons were only light weapons and two-handed broadswords. Facing the rapid attack of the Xingtu soldiers, their psychological defense collapsed immediately, and they turned around and fled.

Just as Sith led his thousand people to massacre the defenders, the rest of the Xing Tu Army was quickly passing by the edge of the battlefield and marching forward.

When dusk fell, Xing Tujun was able to see the tall city wall of Tres from a distance.

The continuous march had exhausted Xing Tujun. Lin Nuoyan ordered a two-hour rest to recover his strength, while the scouts scattered out to inquire about Tres' news.

Soon Ye Fei's scout team sent back news that there were indeed less than a thousand garrison teams in Tres City, as the captured tax official said.

"Sir, I said I wouldn't lie to you, you see right." The fat tax officer breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, and flattered Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan: "If you make a mistake, your end will be gone. You should be glad you didn't lie."

Hearing Lin Chuan's words, the tax officer felt chills down his back. Although this young rebel officer usually had a warm smile, he couldn't rub the slightest bit of sand in his eyes.

As night fell, Tres closed the heavy city gate, the torches on the city were lit, the garrison soldiers on the city were dressed in strong and sharp, and the crossbow arrows on the city were shining with a cold light.

In the darkness, a "garrison soldier" of about 500 people came from a distance, and the one walking in the front was the obese tax official.

Lin Chuan was wearing the seized military uniform of the Dynasty Army, and with a dagger on the back of the tax official, he threatened in a low voice: "If you dare to play tricks, I will kill you immediately."

The tax officer turned pale, and slowly moved forward and said, "Sir, do you think I look like a liar, besides, I want to live a few more years."

"Who is it!" At this moment, a shout came from the tower.

"According to what I taught you." Lin Chuan fixed the dagger forward and whispered.

The tax officer moistened his throat, and suddenly shouted at the guard: "Are you blind! I have only been out for a few days, and you don't recognize me!"

Lin Chuan's heart trembled when the tax officer scolded him, because he didn't teach the tax officer what he said, and he was about to kill the tax officer with force. When he ordered a storm, the defender's answer made Lin Chuan temporarily put down his murderous intentions. .

A low-ranking officer stuck out the torch, saw the fat tax official, and hurriedly laughed with him, "So it's Mr. Lu. Didn't you go to the west to collect taxes? Why did you bring these people back?"

When the garrison officer saw four or five hundred people behind the tax official, he still had a little doubt.

The tax official cursed loudly: "Fart tax guards, they are all poor ghosts. They have gotten nothing these few days, and they will be scolded by the city lord."

"By the way, this is Lin Chuan, commander of the No.11 Banner Battalion stationed in the northern region, who was ordered to come to Tres to strengthen the defense." The tax official pointed to Lin Chuan behind him.

Lin Chuan stepped forward and said coldly: "I am Lin Chuan, the chief of a thousand people, and I was ordered to come to reinforce you. Is this how you treat guests?!"

Lin Chuan had been leading the troops all the time, and he spoke with a sense of majesty. While speaking, he had already suppressed the low-level garrison officer.

"Open the door here, open the door here." Hearing that the other party was an officer at the rank of a thousand-man commander, he was an officer on an equal footing with his superior. The guards had no hesitation and hurriedly ordered to open the door.

With the creaking sound, the heavy Tres gate was slowly lowered, Lin Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, and walked in with more than 500 "garrison soldiers".

(End of this chapter)