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Chapter 115: Going All Out

"General! There is an enemy attack!" The soldier rushed to Zhao Junyong with blood on his face.

Zhao Junyong sat on his horse, his lips pressed tightly: "Whose army?"

Soldier: "They didn't fly a flag! Can't be distinguished!"

Zhao Junyong gritted his teeth: "How many people are there?"

Soldier: "Two teams of troops rushed in from the north and the south. They have sophisticated weapons. They are veteran soldiers at first glance. They are definitely not bandits and robbers, but the number is not large. There should be only 20,000 to 30,000."

Zhao Junyong breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the number of soldiers. He had a strong army of 100,000. It was impossible he couldn't kill a 20,000 army. He said sinisterly: "No matter who they are, they have to leave their lives behind for me today!"

As long as he found out whose soldiers they were at that time, it could be regarded as his own military merit. When facing Peng Da, he would be able to straighten his back and look at the other down his nose.

Zhao Junyong lead his soldiers to rush towards the rear.

Chen Baisong and Li Congrong each led ten thousand people. They were like a sharp knife, stabbing through their opponent's formation. Zhao Junyongs soldiers had never seen such a scene before. Each of these people wore breastplates and helmets, carried long knives and long spears that flashed with cold light. The cavalry rushed straight at them as if they were just passing through no man's land.

Chen Baisong pulled up the reins and his horse immediately reared up, the horseshoes slamming hard against the enemy army in front of him.

He led five thousand cavalry, five thousand infantry, and while the cavalry charged into battle the infantry followed the path that the cavalry had opened.

"Take them down for me!" Zhao Junyong shouted loudly, cracked his riding whip fiercely, and rushed into the fray.

The Sun army heard their general's voice and found their pillar. They took up the weapons in their hands and rushed towards Chen Baisong and Li Congrong.

Chen Baisong shouted: "Withdraw!"

Li Congrong followed closely behind, the two turned their horses, and the soldiers followed them as they rushed out again.

Zhao Junyong sneered and said, "You dare to touch the tiger's whiskers, chase after them!"

There were only so many people and they retreated as soon as they saw him. No matter how small the mosquito was, it was also a military merit.

The soldier next to him said cautiously: "General, they say not to pursue a desperate foe, maybe it is a scheme."

Zhao Junyong: "Timid and fearful! My army is 100,000 strong, they are not our opponents even if they come with another 20,000 or 30,000 people!"

The soldier took a deep breath: "They act quite well-organized and have sophisticated weapons, so there may be.."

Zhao Junyong was not a fool either, but his thoughts turned and he said with a smile: "The people here now have all come for Hanyang. Nowadays, those who have the troops to fight war, either it is Xiao Ming Emperor or the Southern King. They are not as close to Hanyang as we are. Even if they rushed over when they heard the news they couldn't have gotten as far as here."

"If this is the case, those people should only be family soldiers nearby." Zhao Junyong smiled with a triumphant smile on his face, "It's just worms shaking the tree."

The soldier had a suddenly enlightened expression: "As expected of General! General has great wisdom!"

Zhao Junyong glanced at the soldier proudly.

He didn't know that Lin Yuan had a golden finger and already knew the time in advance, and as a result he had set off long ago.

If Lin Yuan did not have a golden finger, then his inference was correct, and he would not fall into a deathly trap.

Zhao Junyong took the lead and rushed forward. They were not familiar with the terrain here. Even if there were scouts to clear the way, they would not be able to explore too far. The soldier persuaded, "General, the scouts haven't visited that side."

Zhao Junyong wanted to choke this talky little soldier to death, but thinking of how many things this little soldier had given him back at home, he could only bear his presence. With blue veins popping on his forehead, he said in a bad tone: "The road is dead, but people are alive. Do you have any flexibility at all?"

The soldier still wanted to speak, but Zhao Junyong had already rushed out.

Zhu Yuanzhang was on the slope of the canyon with a device of clairvoyance in his handa telescope. This thing was reconstructed by Lin Yuan, but the material used to make the lens was not glass, but high-transparency crystal. After the craftsmen were told to polish it according to Lin Yuan's requirements they were all crying as they polished. The cost was very high, but in Lin Yuan's view, it was very worthwhile.

However, it could not be mass-produced. Lin Yuan sometimes even thought, if God could send him an engineer transmigrator, he was very willing to lift him in on a pedestal as high as the sky and give him whatever he wanted.

Even if the other only knew theoretical knowledge, they would still be better than him who could barely even reconstruct a telescope.

Zhu Yuanzhangs personal guard looked at Zhu Yuanzhang with envy. This clairvoyance device was bestowed by the South Bodhisattva to their general. Everyone in the barracks knew that this clairvoyance device could see far away objects that everyone couldn't see. As long as this device was used, one could clearly see everything the other person was wearing. Apart from letting them look at it when he first got it, their general never let them touch it again.

Zhu Yuanzhang turned his head and saw the expression of his personal guard, and found that this man was practically salivating, almost drooling in front of him. He chuckled and handed his clairvoyance device to his personal guard: "Take a look."

The personal guard took the clairvoyance device with both hands. He treated it very preciously. Although no one knew how the clairvoyance device was made, everyone thought it was a method of the gods. Only the South Bodhisattva could make it. There were so many capable people and geniuses in the world but none of them could make it, only the South Bodhisattva could make it. Didn't this prove once again that the South Bodhisattva was extraordinary?

The enemy had not arrived yet.

The personal guard looked at the woods in the distance with relish: "This clairvoyance device is really good. The gods in the sky all use this too? Therefore they can see things happening in the mortal world."

Zhu Yuanzhang thought for a while: "Perhaps."

He also felt that Lin Yuan was extraordinary.

The longer he stayed under Lin Yuan's command, the deeper the feeling.

Other than not knowing how to fight, Lin Yuan was practically omnipotent.

Even the milk tofu that everyone ate in the military camp was something Lin Yuan had people make. It was a bit sour and very hard, but it was filling, and one could feel full just from eating a small piece. Marching soldiers all loved to eat this, although not everyone was used to the flavor, the fact that it was filling was enough.

"Have you seen enough? Give it back to me." Zhu Yuanzhang said with exasperation while watching his personal guard look like he had become stuck to the clairvoyance device.

The personal guard handed the clairvoyance device back to Zhu Yuanzhang reluctantly: "General, you say, will South Bodhisattva allocate one for each of us in the future?"

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and said, "Such transparent crystal is not common, and South Bodhisattva also got it by accident."

The personal guard sighed and decided to work hard to climb up the ladder. If one day he became a general, the South Bodhisattva would definitely give him one.

If he could get a clairvoyance device of his own, wouldn't that be blissful.

Just when the personal guard was daydreaming, Zhu Yuanzhang's expression became serious, and he put down his clairvoyance device: "They've come, get ready!"

The personal guard quickly came back to his senses.

Chen Baisong and Li Congrong led their troops through the canyon. After the last one passed, Zhu Yuanzhang gave the order: "Set fire!"

The grass balls were ignited by fire and rolled down the hillside. In addition to the grass balls, there were huge boulders rolling down together as well.

Two ranks of archers were also at the ready. The accuracy of their crossbows was much better than that of traditional bows and arrows. There were no shortcomings except that the cost to produce them was too high. Lin Yuan was a person who did not indulge in pleasure and was willing to spend money on weapons. So all the archers were equipped with one.

Zhao Junyong had already noticed something wrong when he saw the two troops rushing into the canyon. He was about to shout to retreat when a rain of arrows fell down from the canyon above along with the huge fireballs and boulders. The soldiers were completely unprepared and did not hear an order from their superior in time so they were instantly thrown into chaos.

Under the huge roaring crashes, Zhao Junyong's command was not heard by anyone but the people closest around him.

Just before Zhao Junyong had his subordinate wave the flag of retreat, Zhu Yuanzhang and Chen Baisong had already led their troops down.

The canyon was narrow in front and wide in the back so it was impossible to retreat in the front. And with the giant boulders and rain of arrows in the front, while the enemy rushed in from the rear. The formation of this army had already dispersed, and the soldiers had lost their fighting spirit. Even with weapons in their hands, they posed no threat.

A hundred thousand army, when the military order could not be conveyed properly, it would become a mass of scattered sand, which resulted in a more deadly disadvantage than a small army.

The military orders of a big army were generally conveyed by flags, and different flags had different meanings.

Offense had a flag, and retreat had a flag.

Changing the formation was another flag.

But now, even if Zhao Junyong held up the flag, the people behind couldn't see it anymore.

Zhao Junyong was able to flee with his personal guards, but he couldn't run. Where would he go if he ran away? As an army deserter, unless he changed his identity and became a commoner, he would never be able to regain his seat as a general in this life.

"Kill!" Zhao Junyong raised his spear, "Kill and charge out with me!"

At this time, they could only fight to the death.

The personal guards followed him, and he had to fight head-on, even if the soldiers could not see his military orders.

When Zhao Junyong was riding through the crowd, the soldiers finally saw their general and found their pillar. The scattered sand reunited, and they regained their combat effectiveness, as if they were reborn.

Zhao Junyong held a crossbow in his hand. His martial arts skills were extraordinary, and none of his moves were for show, practically every one was a killing blow.

Chen Baisong raised his eyes and rushed over with his troops.

He must kill Zhao Junyong. If this person was still alive, they would not necessarily win. Even if they won, they would definitely win with terrible casualties.

In order to capture the thieves, one must capture the king first. So long as this person died, the enemy army would disperse.

"Brother Chen, be careful!" Zhu Yuanzhang shouted and led his troops to chase over.

When two armies face each other, one step wrong means tens of thousands of lives.

Li Congrong spit out a wad of blood onto the ground: "Fuck, brothers! Follow me! Go back alive and rise up the ranks!"

There were clear rewards for military merits.

Awarding landthe land was owned by the state, it was just that no taxes would be collected.

Awarding house, awarding money.

If the merit was too great, official titles and aristocratic titles would be conferred.

Sure enough, when Li Congrong said this, the soldiers beside him all shouted loudly.

Those farther away who could not hear him also shouted out loudly after being infected with the emotions of the crowd. Their morale was high, and none of them flinched.

These soldiers were all organized troops. They had been trained for at least two years, and every one of them was in their prime.

On the other hand, 30% of Zhao Junyong's army consisted of the young and old. And although 70% were made up of men in their prime, their physical fitness was not comparable to that of Lin Yuan's soldiers.

Their desperate struggle only let them catch a brief breath.