Dynasty Conquest

Chapter 96: Battle Hymn (For Collection)

The weather in August was suffocatingly hot, and the heavy rain that had just fallen made the air even more humid. On the muddy road, countless frustrated soldiers trekked north in twos and threes.

"Drive—drive—" the retreating cavalry galloped past, and the iron hooves splashed a large amount of mud, splashing mud all over the infantry who had no time to dodge, causing the retreating infantry to curse loudly.

The black battle flag of the Xing Tu Army has been rolled up, and incomplete weapons are discarded everywhere on the road.

A seriously injured soldier was thrown by the side of the road and moaned in pain, "Please take me away, don't leave me..."

The abandoned wounded stretched out their hands, with pleading eyes in their eyes, but their morale was low, and the terrified soldiers couldn't protect themselves at the moment, and they all looked numb, and hurried past, leaving the wounded looking up at the sky in despair.

The fleeing people fled north with their families and their mouths, and the long team was like a long dragon.

The old man with gray temples led the thin old cow and trudged hard. Some people drove the cart into the mud, and there were screaming babies crying. The entire road to the north was blocked, and curses were heard from time to time. The sound of yelling and scolding, the incidents of routs and looting of the people continued to happen, the pessimism of defeat continued to spread, and people were desperate and terrified.

The Xingtu soldiers of the First Corps led by Lin Chuan lined up in two columns and marched northward. What he saw along the way made Lin Chuan's heart sink to the bottom of the valley.

At daybreak, Lin Chuan sent scouts to find out the news, but the news returned by the scouts was not objective.

The more than ten banner regiments on the Sanggan River defense line, and the nearly 10 Xingtu army have all collapsed. Most of the banner commanders disappeared or died in battle. The life and death of Marshal Lin Nuoyan is even unknown.

On the Sanggan River, the dynasty army's pontoon bridge has been successfully built, and countless dynasty troops are continuously heading north, and the nearest pursuer is less than [-] miles away.

The defeat of the Xingtu army seemed like the sky had collapsed. The people in the entire Xingtu army's control area fled one after another. The defeated soldiers lost their officers and organizational system, and fled in all directions like headless flies.

Faced with pessimistic emotions and a hopeless future, Lin Chuan, as a corps commander, knew what I needed to do.

"Put up our battle flag!" Lin Chuan stopped and stood beside the team, and ordered to the flag officer beside him.

The flag officer took out the broken black battle flag from his arms, and put it on the lance. Facing the morning sun, the black battle flag of the Xingtu Army rose slowly.

Lin Chuan took the black battle flag from the flag officer and walked to a small soil slope beside the road, and inserted the battle flag into the soil vigorously. The black battle flag was flying in the wind, just like hope, collapsing in twos and threes The soldiers stopped and looked at the fiercely flying battle flag on the slope. The young general had doubts in his eyes.

"Sir, we are defeated, let's go, the Dynasty army is catching up." A retreating soldier reminded loudly.

"My lord, the Dynasty Army has hundreds of thousands. We are hopeless. Let's go."

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Where Lin Chuan stood, there was a black battle flag beside him. Although Lin Chuan's face was covered with blood, his eyes were firm and his bones exuded an arrogance that refused to admit defeat. The rout soldiers couldn't help persuading this young general.

The crowd of onlookers was getting more and more, Lin Chuan said loudly to the broken soldiers: "Brothers, we still have hope. In Mucheng, the Carton Consul still has [-] soldiers, and our First Corps has [-] soldiers. Raise your weapons, raise your battle flags, you are brave fighters, you shouldn't run back like homeless dogs like this! We should..."

Lin Chuan started his speech. The number of retreating soldiers gathered more and more. They were originally brave fighters. The restlessness before was just because of the loss of the establishment, the familiar comrades in arms, and the officer who obeyed orders. Now seeing someone stand up, it seems that they have found an organization again, and they are no longer willing to retreat.

"My lord, you can do it, we are not cowards!" Someone answered loudly.

"Yes, we want revenge. My brother died in battle, and I want to avenge him!"

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Lin Chuan pressed his hands down, calming the restless crowd, "Now hundreds of thousands of Dynasty troops have killed overwhelmingly, now we should unite and fight them, and now I call on you in the name of the commander of the First Corps, No matter which unit you come from, which banner group you come from, please take up your arms now, we will reorganize, and we will rejoin the battle!"

"Those who have served as a centurion or above stand up, I need you!" Lin Chuan shouted at the rout soldiers.

A man with a torn armor stood up: "My lord, I am the thousand-man commander of the Third Banner Battalion of the Fourth Banner Regiment, Basno."

Lin Chuan: "Very good, you stand here first and wait for my order, is there anything else?!" Lin Chuan continued to ask.

"I am the centurion commander of the Fifth Banner Regiment..."

"Sir, I am from the Seventh Banner Regiment, and I am the commander of the Banner Battalion."

"My lord, I am from the No.11 Banner Group..."

Following Lin Chuan's call, those officers who had lost their organization in various units stood up one after another and gathered under Lin Chuan's banner.

Not long after, there were hundreds of officers from various troops gathered around Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan quickly assigned a new task to these officers from different units, which was to gather as many broken soldiers as possible.

Lin Chuan said to them: "I will send your guards. After you gather your troops, gather at Donghuang Town ahead. My troops and I will wait for you there all day."

"My lord," the officers of the various units left one after another and began to collect the rout.

"Fourth Banner Regiment, please come here!"

"Brothers of the Eighth Banner Regiment, gather here!"

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On both sides of the main road, the officers began to gather troops. According to Lin Chuan's instructions, each batch was assembled on the spot and drove to Donghuang Town and Lin Chuan's large troop round a hundred miles ahead.

Lin Chuan's method is obviously very effective. Those soldiers who have lost their organizational system have been gathered again. Although they can't form combat power yet, Lin Chuan believes that as long as they have a full meal, they will be vigorous fighters again.

"Let's go, let's go to Donghuang Town..." Lin Chuan walked down the hillside and ordered the troops to move on.

Under the guidance of the black battle flag, the Xingtu soldiers of the [-]th First Corps strode forward. Although they were exhausted, although they looked haggard, and although they hadn't eaten all day, their eyes were firm and their steps were firm. .

We are brave fighters, brave fighters!

Over mountains, across rivers—

Bloody battle Wang Jing gallops on the battlefield!Defend your hometown with blood-stained robes!
The black battle flag flies high, it is the hope of life—

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The battle song of the Xingtu army did not know who started to sing it in a low voice, and finally gathered into a mighty voice. The solemn and deep battle song inspired the courage in the hearts of the Xingtu soldiers. The huge song pierced the sky and dispersed the cloud.

Encouraged by the battle song, the Xingtu soldiers held their heads high, and those who were defeated returned to the team one after another, gathering under the black battle flag again. Behind the First Corps, countless Xingtu soldiers gathered, and the team continued to grow.

　Please collect, please recommend, thank you all, I wish you all the best.

　　


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