xymnovel Chapter 840 Changqing Heads South
Chapter 840 Changqing Heads South
Li Cunxiao rode the Mo Lin Qianli Hun, leading the way, followed by the Flying Tiger Cavalry escorting prisoners.
Yang Yin, the once renowned Soul-Destroying War God of the Great Qian Dynasty, was now bound hand and foot, looking rather disheveled.
There were still some Phoenix Cry Shooting Battalion soldiers around, some wounded and some exhausted, but they were still one of the last trump cards of the Great Qian Dynasty and one of the elite troops in the Great Qian army. Under the escort of the Flying Tiger Cavalry, they still maintained the dignity of soldiers and followed the team with faltering steps.
The group passed through the camp and finally arrived at an area specifically used to imprison prisoners.
Here, the Purple Nether team's camp appeared exceptionally quiet. Outside the tent, several Purple Nether team members were on high alert, their eyes revealing an unusual calmness, a quality unique to those who had long been engaged in intelligence work.
Li Cunxiao reined in his horse, dismounted, and handed Yang Yin over to Qiao Shefei, who came to greet him.
"Don't worry, we won't make things difficult for you. We just have some questions we'd like to ask."
He gently patted Yang Yin's shoulder, his tone reassuring.
Yang Yin looked up and met Qiao Shefei's kind eyes. A sense of trust welled up in his heart for no reason, but he only nodded slightly and said nothing.
"Brother Qiao, I'm entrusting this man to you. Make sure you find out the specific details about the Great Qian Dynasty's reinforcements."
After giving his instructions, Li Cunxiao turned around and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Qiao Shefei.
"Brother Cunxiao, rest assured, I know what I'm doing."
Qiao Shefei smiled and nodded, and also cupped his hands in return.
Li Cunxiao nodded to him, then mounted his horse and led the Flying Tiger Cavalry towards the central command tent of the camp.
Although this ambush was a great victory for the Yellow Turban Army, with one of the two commanders of the reinforcements captured alive and their strongest fighter severely injured, it was definitely a resounding success.
However, for Li Cunxiao, there was also a hint of regret that was hard to express.
Facing a opponent of similar strength to Yuan Hong, whom he had easily killed before, Si Yan managed to escape. This was because Si Yan possessed a secret explosive technique that caught Li Cunxiao off guard and allowed him to escape.
However, for Li Cunxiao, who was absolutely proud of his martial prowess, this was his own fault!
Inside the command tent, the lights were on, and Meng Zhang was sitting at his desk, reviewing battle reports. His still somewhat youthful face exuded an imposing aura.
As the current commander-in-chief of the Yellow Turban Army in Luzhou, Long Xiang shoulders the heavy responsibility of conquering Qiandu and rewriting the world. Every battle and every decision is related to the life and death of hundreds of thousands of soldiers.
"Commander-in-Chief, Cunxiao has returned to report."
Li Cunxiao entered the command tent, cupped his hands slightly, and bowed.
"Oh? Cunxiao, how was the trip?"
Meng Zhang looked up, his gaze sharp as torches, and landed on Li Cunxiao, then a smile appeared on his face.
"Commander-in-Chief, although Si Yan's strength isn't that great, he secretly had a hidden trick up his sleeve. He used an explosive secret technique, and I wasn't careful enough, so he got away."
Li Cunxiao stood up and reported the battle situation of the trip one by one. When he mentioned that Si Yan had escaped using a secret technique, his expression was slightly embarrassed and his tone was also somewhat self-reproachful.
"Cunxiao, Cunxiao, when did you become so fussy? On the battlefield, everything changes in an instant; there's no such thing as winning every battle."
"Si Yan escaped with his life; that's his skill, and also the will of Heaven. Why should you blame yourself?"
Upon hearing this, Meng Zhang chuckled, stood up, walked to Li Cunxiao's side, and patted him on the shoulder.
"The commander-in-chief is right, but Cunxiao still feels some resentment."
Li Cunxiao scratched his head and laughed.
"You're not satisfied? That's because you're setting your standards too high."
Meng Zhang laughed heartily, looking at Li Cunxiao who was still somewhat unsettled, and said with delight.
I never expected Li Cunxiao to be so "cute," or rather, so innocent.
"The Commander-in-Chief's teachings are etched in my heart."
Li Cunxiao slowly exhaled, suppressed his thoughts, and bowed to Meng Zhang.
Let him get away. He's just a top-tier war god. We can catch him again next time we run into him.
"By the way, did Cunxiao capture a war god of the Great Qian Dynasty this time?"
Meng Zhang nodded, then changed the subject.
"The case has been handed over to the George brothers for interrogation, and we believe there will be results soon."
Li Cunxiao nodded slightly and said casually.
He was just a low-level War God. Even if his identity was somewhat extraordinary, it was no big deal to Li Cunxiao.
"Good. Qiao Shefei is a man of great wisdom. With him around, we will surely be able to extract some valuable information from Yang Yin."
"Cunxiao, you did a great job this time. Qianyuan City has not yet fallen, and it is now directly backed by the Great Qian Dynasty, with reinforcements coming in continuously. Hopefully, we can get some useful things out of Yang Yin this time."
Meng Zhang nodded in satisfaction.
"Rest assured, Commander-in-Chief, Cunxiao will do his utmost to help you capture Qianyuan City and march straight to Qiandu."
Li Cunxiao said solemnly.
The two discussed the next battle plan for a while before Li Cunxiao took his leave and left the command tent.
The two discussed the next battle plan for a while before Li Cunxiao took his leave and left the command tent.
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Meanwhile, in Qianyuan County, south of Luzhou, the Yellow Turban Army of Luzhou was fighting to the death with the Great Qian Dynasty.
On the vast land of northern Qianzhou, the cold wind howled and the battle flags fluttered in the wind.
Grand Tutor Gu Changqing of the Great Qian Dynasty was standing on a makeshift command platform, gazing intently into the distance, his heart churning like a turbulent sea, unable to find peace.
He had just received an urgent mobilization order from a secret envoy of the Suspended Mirror Bureau, along with the shocking news that hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers in Luzhou, led by General Meng Zhang, were marching north in a mighty force, heading straight for the heart of the Great Qian Dynasty, Qianzhou!
Upon hearing the news, Gu Changqing, a veteran general who is now over sixty but still in good spirits, could no longer hide the solemnity on his face.
When the Yellow Turban Army was sweeping across the Great Qian Dynasty, he had carefully studied the methods of Meng Zhang, the "Dragon Soaring Commander" of Luzhou.
It was precisely because of this that the more Gu Changqing learned, the clearer he became about the amazing talent possessed by the Yellow Turban Army's "Dragon Soaring Commander-in-Chief".
That was a battlefield command ability that was absolutely no less than his own, and perhaps even stronger!
Before trying it, Gu Changqing himself dared not guarantee that Meng Zhang could command an army of over a million men so skillfully, even before the Yellow Turban Rebellion began and the army was in such a disorganized state with soldiers of varying quality.
Any matter, once the number of people involved increases, will inevitably lead to a continuous stream of troubles.
Therefore, for an ordinary commander, being able to lead an army of tens of thousands of people well is enough to be considered a good commander!
For a commander, 100,000 troops is a threshold; once that threshold is crossed, one can call oneself one of the great commanders of our time!
The next 300,000 is another hurdle, not to mention the millions that Meng Zhang previously commanded alone!