Dynasty Conquest

Chapter 658 Ambush Battle

In March, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming. The continuous spring rain makes the water in the Luoshui River soar. The water that could only reach the thigh is now waist-deep. If you are not careful, it will be washed away by the rushing water.

The only two wooden bridges on the Luoshui River are now the only way to cross the river, but the wooden bridges have been demolished by the Nanchuan Army who took the lead. If the retreating Red Scarf Army wants to cross the river with tens of thousands of people in a short time, the only The way is to swim across the river, and that is exactly what Lin Chuan hopes.

Attacking halfway has always been the most effective attack method. At that time, the enemy's head and tail cannot look at each other, which can achieve the greatest killing effect and defeat the enemy the most.

In the forest a few miles away from the Luoshui River, the main force of Nanchuan has already sharpened their swords. The red scarf army burned, killed and looted in the Luoshan province, making all Nanchuan soldiers have a backlog of anger in their hearts, but in order to reduce casualties, Lin Chuan He did not lead the troops to meet the enemy head-on, but hoped to drag down the Red Turban Army and annihilate them in one fell swoop after being exhausted.

Compared with the large enough casualties paid in the frontal battle and the follow-up compensation, it is undoubtedly easier to evacuate the residents on both sides of the road. Now Lin Chuan's words are the imperial decree of the three provinces of Nanchuan. Officials and people at all levels With the cooperation of the army, the fortified walls and clearing the fields went very smoothly, which reflects the efficiency of the government under the Nanchuan army's governance.

More than 30 Red Turbans were transferred into the huge trap that Lin Chuan set for them. Now they have become a lone army, a tired army, and now it is time to close the net. Now even if they still have There are more than 30 people, but they have lost their vigor.

In the forest, Nanchuan soldiers are making final preparations before the battle. They are carefully wiping their weapons until they are shiny and extremely sharp.

Lin Chuan has always attached great importance to weapons. The arsenal affiliated to the Nanchuan Army is now able to continuously manufacture excellent weapons to supply the army. Weapons are the second life of soldiers on the battlefield, so the quality of weapons greatly affects the victory of the war. defeat.

The soldiers did not have the slightest nervousness about the upcoming war. Thanks to the countless sinister battles they had participated in, they had become calm enough. For them, war meant military exploits. Nanchuan soldiers were not afraid of battle. It has always been a fine tradition.

"Okay, each of you execute according to the plan." Lin Chuan assigned all the tasks to each corps and banner regiment, and now all he needs is to wait quietly for the final decisive battle.

The generals filed out, but rode their horses back to the troops hidden everywhere, and Lin Chuan's headquarters suddenly became empty.

Lin Chuan stood up and walked outside the military tent. He took a deep breath. The air in the forest after the rain was extraordinarily fresh, which shocked his spirit.

The soldiers in the distance were waiting boredly, some were talking in low voices, some were wrapped in marching blankets and sleeping against a tree trunk, some were cleaning their weapons and arranging their armor.

The horses of the cavalry are lowering their heads and gnawing on the soft green grass on the grass in the forest. Unknown birds are standing on the branches and curiously looking at the army hidden in the forest. They have no intention of flying away. .

Lin Chuan looked at this peaceful picture before the war, and his restless heart calmed down. It has been six full years since he came to this world in 30. Becoming the commander-in-chief with [-] elite troops now seems like a dream.

But now the entire Far East Dynasty is still full of powerful enemies, not to mention the other countries that are far away. Now the dilemma facing the Nanchuan Army is threatened by the Red Turban Army and the Hanhai Army. The Nanchuan Army is mixed in the middle and may be destroyed at any time. It is also the reason why Lin Chuan has been trembling.

Lin Chuan hopes that this time, the more than 30 Red Scarf Army can be wiped out in one fell swoop, so that they can solve their threat to the west, and can wholeheartedly deal with the Hanhai Army in the Far East. As long as they occupy the thirteen provinces in the Far East, then they Lin Chuan also has the opportunity to dominate the dynasty and establish supreme hegemony.

"Young Marshal, what are you thinking?" Lin Chuan was stunned, and Xia Ge came pacing from a distance.

Lin Chuan smiled and invited Xia Ge to sit down and talk.

Xia Ge and Lin Chuan were both generals following the commander Lin Nuoyan at the beginning, but in a blink of an eye the commander died of illness, and Lin Chuan and Xia Ge became subordinates, and the two sides hadn't sat together and talked for a long time.

"Would you like a sip?" Xia Ge handed the jug to Lin Chuan and asked with a smile.

Lin Chuan looked at the flagon and said with a half-smile: "The army stipulates that drinking is not allowed, but you have violated military discipline."

"Didn't I drink the celebration wine in advance?" Xia Ge laughed, and took another sip of the wine for himself.

"Then I'll take a dip too, and take a sip of the celebration wine in advance." Lin Chuan grabbed the jug, raised his head, and took a big sip. The burning feeling came down his throat, and his whole body became warm.

"You said how many years we've been fighting here, the dynasty has survived in name only, and we're still fighting, when is this the end." Xia Ge looked at Lin Chuan, his eyes full of exhaustion.

At the beginning, they had to take up arms to fight in order to survive, but now after fighting for so many years, they still cannot relax and live in peace, and have to take up arms to fight against the invading enemies.

Lin Chuan was also disappointed. His dream was to build a prosperous society. At the beginning, he supported Emperor Longhan because he hoped to reform from top to bottom, so that the people of the dynasty would have clothes to wear and food to eat. In the end, this dream was torn apart by the emperor. You can only fight alone.

Lin Chuan patted Xia Ge on the shoulder and said, "Good brother, believe me, we won't have to fight in a long time, and then we can be a good husband at home and live a good life with our children."

Xia Ge smiled and shook his head: "Forget it, I'd rather stay in the military camp than change a child's diaper."

Lin Chuan and Xia Ge chatted one after another, wasting time, they ambushed the Red Turban Army here, what they were waiting for was really boring.

"Report to Young Marshal, General Xia, the Red Scarf Army is here." It was not until evening that the scouts came to report that the Red Scarf Army had arrived.

Lin Chuan and Xia Ge stood up and walked to the edge of the forest. Looking up, countless messy red scarf soldiers appeared in sight from the horizon, heading towards the Luoshui River.

A group of scout cavalry from the Red Turban Army came to search the forest, but they didn't intend to go deep into the forest. They just glanced in this direction and hurried towards the Luoshui River.

"Master Beiwang, the Luoshui River is flooded." All the soldiers of the Red Turban Army crowded by the river, looking at the rushing water at a loss, and the only wooden bridge was demolished.

Wu Tiance rode his horse to the river, looked at the waist-deep river, and after a while he was stunned and said: "Swim and cross the river."

The weather in March was still cold. Swimming across the river really tested the soldiers' physical fitness. The soldiers took off their clothes and held them high above their heads cursingly, and then walked slowly into the Luoshui River.

(End of this chapter)