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Chapter 1021 Analysis of the Yellow Turban Army's Strength Against Su Ye

Meanwhile, at the border between the southern Daqian Dynasty and the Daxuan Dynasty, amidst the endless Yellow Turban camps, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was leading his Daxuan Yellow Turban army in a standoff against the Daxuan army led by Tang Guogong Li Yuan and his son Li Shimin, also learned of the news from Qianzhou of the Daqian Dynasty in the north.

As dusk fell, smoke began to rise from the Yellow Turban army's camp.

"How old are you? You still eat like a dog digging for food!"

Zhu Yuanzhang squatted in front of the sand table, munching on a hard flatbread. Crumbs fell onto the topographical map of Jizhou, startling Empress Ma, who was marking mountain paths, so she raised her hand and slapped him on the back of the head.

"Girl, be gentle!"

"We've been thinking about that thing up north, haven't we? You said Meng Zhang is a stubborn mule, and the Duke of Zhenguo is a venomous snake. How come when they started biting each other, the snake ended up chewing them up?"

Zhu Yuanzhang grimaced and dodged, but kept the half-eaten cake firmly in his hand.

"A massive battle involving a million elite troops!"

"Over the years since Old Zhu started his rebellion, relying on the Taiping Sect and the remaining resources left by Master Zhang Jiao, we've only managed to gather a total of two or three hundred thousand brothers!"

"Those two powerful families in the north were able to easily organize such a grand battle, which really...makes Old Zhu extremely envious!"

He spat out the wheat chaff in his mouth and slammed his rough knuckles heavily on the Qianzhou direction on the sand table.

"Report!—A spy from the Taiping Guard in the north has delivered an urgent message, traveling 800 li in one night!"

Just then, the sound of galloping hooves suddenly came from outside the tent, and the messenger stumbled a couple of steps as he dismounted.

Zhu Yuanzhang abruptly stood up, his coarse cloth jacket fluttering in the wind. Empress Ma quickly took the wax pill, and when she broke it open, the smell of beeswax mixed with blood hit her nose, causing her to frown.

She recognized the dark pattern on the sealing wax; it was the unique mark of the Taiping Guard's hidden spies buried in Qiandu City.

"Is it about the battle in Qianzhou? Let Old Zhu take a look."

Zhu Yuanzhang took the secret report handed to him by Empress Ma, squinted and looked at it carefully by the torchlight in the tent, and the more he looked, the darker his face became, like the bottom of a pot.

Upon seeing "Duke Su Ye of Zhenguo has led his army to Qiandu," he suddenly slapped the edge of the sand table, causing sand to fall from the model of Da Xuan Bai Zhou.

"My lord!"

Chang Yuchun's booming voice came from outside the tent; his voice preceded his arrival.

"I heard that Meng Zhang got beaten up by that Duke Zhenguo from the north of Daqian..."

Before he could finish speaking, the fierce general had already lifted the curtain and rushed in, carrying half a charred lamb leg in his hand, oil dripping onto the blue flag pointing towards Luzhou.

"Eat your food! All you do is show off your skills, you can't even roast a lamb properly!"

Zhu Yuanzhang snapped out of his daze from the secret report in his hand, looked up and glared at him irritably.

"Tiande, read it to Fatty Chang, so he won't just grin like an idiot all day!"

As he spoke, he shoved the secret report into the arms of Xu Da, who was waiting quietly to the side.

Xu Da had just read half a sentence of the secret report when Chang Yuchun's lamb leg fell "plop" onto the sand table.

"A million elite troops? Is the Duke of Zhenguo some kind of reincarnation of a mythical beast? He'd devour people without spitting out the bones!"

This fierce general, who could cut down men like slicing melons on the battlefield, became like a rooster with its neck being choked, shouting loudly after hearing that Su Ye had integrated the entire Qianzhou army gathered by Gu Changqing, plus his own Hengzhou army, bringing the actual strength to nearly a million.

The curtain moved again, and this time it was Zhu Sheng who entered.

"General Chang! This sand table is a crucial military artifact; how can it be..."

The scholar, carrying a blue cloth bundle, was coughing from the strong smell of mutton as he entered. When he saw the oil stain on the sand table, he was so angry that he started blowing his beard.

"Oh dear, sir, please don't be angry!"

"This humble servant will wipe it right away, right away!"

Chang Yuchun frantically tried to retrieve the lamb leg, only making the sand table even more chaotic.

"Absolutely not! This is made with glutinous rice and rosin; it'll be ruined if it gets oily!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the hem of his battle robe and was about to wipe it, which startled Empress Ma, who quickly stopped him.

Looking at the chaotic scene, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly chuckled softly.

His smile silenced the tent.

"Does everyone still think of us as that peasant from back then? So what if we have a million elite troops? That's still a long way off!"

"Back then, I, Old Zhu, was all alone, with nothing to my name. I was lucky enough to be valued by Master Zhang Jiao, and now I've accumulated some wealth. When we finally meet that Duke of Zhenguo, maybe we can even amass some more!"

"Besides, we still have Meng Zhang from Luzhou in the north to hold things up, right? He just lost, he's not dead!"

"Although we've parted ways with the Yellow Turban Army in Luzhou, we have to admit that Meng Zhang is quite capable. That Duke of Zhenguo won't find it easy to defeat him!"

Old Zhu sat cross-legged on the desk, his rough fingers tracing the words "Duke of Zhenguo Su Ye" on the secret report, a glint of light appearing in his eyes.

The candlelight flickered in the bronze lamp, casting flickering light and shadows on Zhu Sheng's furrowed brows.

The scholar shook out half a map from the blue cloth bundle, and the musty smell mixed with the fragrance of ink filled the tent.

"My lord, please take a look. Let's start with Qizhou, which Su Ye conquered first."

"Li Jing has only been in charge for two years, yet he has already transformed the three prefectures into an impregnable empire. Fifteen thousand elite troops may not seem like much, but just look at them—"

Zhu Sheng shook out a yellowed map from the blue cloth bundle, his fingertips tracing three winding rivers.

"These 150,000 are all full-time armored soldiers! Their supply lines run directly to Yunzhou, under the command of Prince Yun, Su Kai, and their water and land transport utilizes the secret flying sickle speedboats of the Canal Transport Gang, capable of traveling 300 li a day without stopping!"

He suddenly looked up, his eyes gleaming in the candlelight.

Gasps rose and fell from the tent. Zhu Yuanzhang had long forgotten to eat the hard cake in his hand, and crumbs fell all over his front.

"Moreover, Qizhou is overseen by a general named Li Jing. While 150,000 troops may not seem like much, that Li Jing is most skilled at winning with fewer troops. Do you all remember his feat of defeating tens of thousands of Junzhou Tiger King's troops with only a few thousand iron cavalry?"

Zhu Sheng's withered fingers poked at the location of Qianzhou on the map, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Chang Yuchun was picking mutton out of his teeth with a knife when he heard this and sneered.

"Old sir, don't embolden others! No matter how capable Li Jing, that general who's stuck in Qizhou and hasn't done anything, can he compare to our General Xu?"

Before he could finish speaking, Xu Da slapped him on the back of the head.

"I have studied many battles commanded by this Pharmacist Li. His use of troops is as swift as a gazelle's horns. Old Xu has no confidence that he can defeat this man."

Xu Da was not annoyed, but stared at the location of Qizhou on the map, a solemn look appearing in his eyes.

"Furthermore, regarding Cangzhou, this is where Su Ye rose to power. Despite years of warfare, it still boasts 50,000 elite troops and 50,000 new recruits. Moreover, the 50,000 elite troops are the veterans who have fought alongside him through thick and thin, while the 50,000 new recruits, though they have never seen blood, are garrison troops trained by Xun Yu and Gao Jiong. They can wield weapons in wartime and cultivate wasteland in peacetime. Such an army is far more formidable than an ordinary army of 100,000!"

"What's even more terrifying is... outside Taiping Pass, the northern gateway to Cangzhou, there are 30,000 troops and 10,000 elite soldiers in white armor watching the nomadic tribes of the grasslands!"

He tapped the map heavily with his fingertip.