Chapter 96 Huang Xin: I will definitely come back (15)

Huang Xin, the military commander of Qingzhou, led 800 soldiers and marched southward from Yidu City in Qingzhou Prefecture, stopping and starting along the way, and finally arrived at the Sanshan area.

The sun was high in the sky, around three o'clock in the afternoon, and the eight hundred people set up camp on a sunny hillside.

The wing troops were tired and had no schedule, so they naturally only marched for half a day.

Don’t ever think that ancient armies would march all day and then set up camp somewhere temporarily when dark.

If you do that, you're courting death.

Unless the army is on a surprise attack, they typically only march for half a day, and the remaining half a day is spent setting up camp, recuperating, and scouting out suitable camping sites in advance.

Huang Xin, the military commander, has qualified military skills.

In order to avoid surprise attacks along the way, they stayed away from forests and set up camp on high ground with a wide view and plenty of water.

If the enemy attacks the camp, you can gain an advantage by attacking from above.

Unfortunately, the soldiers are not good enough.

Generally, the number of soldiers that a military commander can lead ranges from three thousand to five thousand, usually three thousand.

But Huang Xin only has these 800 soldiers available. The remaining 2,000 or so cannot be called soldiers. It would be more appropriate to call them craftsmen. Now they are still working without pay in Qingzhou Prefecture!

As for those in front of us, they are not really elite. They are vicious and stubborn in bullying the people. Whether they can be used in war depends on God's will.

When everything goes smoothly, you will naturally be successful, but once you encounter a strong enemy, you will be defeated in an instant.

Where can you seduce a soldier with just a meal? In the Song Dynasty, it is possible.

Where else would soldiers rush to join a commander's army just because the commander promised not to withhold the meager food? In the Song Dynasty, it was possible.

It is sad to say that the money to arm one imperial guard was enough to arm thirty garrison troops, so the number of auxiliary troops in the Song Dynasty was the largest in history.

The wing soldiers are auxiliary soldiers.

They can help the superiors to cultivate the land, help the superiors to do business, or help the superiors to do evil.

It just can’t be used in war.

Huang Xin was one version behind, and thought that the bandits in the Sanshan area were still the same bandits as in the Sanfei era, a loose group of people. Little did he know that Cao Jie had already updated the version.

He felt good about himself and believed that even if he could not win this military operation, he would never be defeated.

In the past two years, we have been going back and forth many times, but neither of us can do anything to the other.

In addition, Qingfeng Mountain was occupied by new bandits, which gave Huang Xin enough confidence.

"We will reach Qingfeng Mountain tomorrow. You, Wu Song, can lead the soldiers to break through the bandit camp. How can I, Huang Xin, be weaker than you..."

"What you, Wu Song, can do, I, Huang Xin, can do. What you, Wu Song, cannot do, I, Huang Xin, must do even more."

Just as Huang Xin was looking heroic and commanding his country, a large flock of birds flew out from the dense forest on the side of the mountain.

Huang Xin's eyes suddenly widened and he shouted, "Enemy attack...enemy attack..."

He quickly mounted his horse and lashed with the whip in his hand. The sluggish troops then gathered together, holding tattered weapons, looking towards the direction of the dense forest in panic and a little fear.

This timing is really well chosen.

After running around for most of the day, I was hungry and thirsty. As soon as I relaxed, the enemy arrived.

"I'm coming……"

Those big bald heads reflected a dazzling light in the setting sun, causing the soldiers to squint their eyes and shrink their pupils.

"Kill!" Lu Zhishen opened his chest, revealing a large tuft of black chest hair. He led the way and roared, "Follow me... Charge forward..."

Huang Xin took one look, raised his whip, and shouted, "Come on! Come on!"

The soldiers pushed each other, seeing the aggressive enemy getting closer and closer, and the ferocious face becoming clearer and clearer, but they did not move much.

"Snapped!"

After a burst of whipping, the team of 800 people divided into twos and threes, and rushed towards the monks like dog-skin plasters.

Lu Zhishen roared and was the first to charge into the group of soldiers, like a torrent of wind and rain.

With a sweep of the Zen stick, a row of heads in front flew out, and the blood from the severed heads spurted out more than ten feet high, gathering together and not dispersing, and finally turned into drops of blood rain falling down.

This further boosted the morale of all the monks and soldiers, and they cheered loudly.

The soldiers all took a deep breath.

I just wanted to yell "The wind is blowing, run away" and run away!
'What a great monk!'

Huang Xin was furious, knowing that the soldiers could not stop the monk. If he broke through their formation, the eight hundred men would be defeated in an instant and flee.

He was also Qin Ming's apprentice, and had learned the true skills of "Thunder Fire". He drew out his weapon, the Sangmen Sword, and rode his horse to charge towards Lu Zhishen.

Ancient swords were generally single-pointed, double-edged, with a handle and a guard, but the Sangmen Sword was different: it had a blade on one side and a serrated barb on the other. In addition to stabbing and slashing, it could also hook and even cut off the opponent's weapons.

This is a heavy weapon!

"Haha, good time!"

Lu Zhishen strode towards Huang Xin and the soldiers in front of him automatically moved aside, fearing that his deadly staff would fall on them.

Without even food and wages, and with less than two cents a year, who would fight for their life?

"You are just like a dog, eat my Zen stick."

Lu Zhishen has mastered the art of refining his essence. His skin and flesh are as strong as the defense of an infantry armor, and his strength is as violent as that of a ferocious beast.

The huge water-ground Zen staff instantly hit the head of the charging warhorse, and the huge horse head was blasted into pieces by the Zen staff.

As for the Death Sword that had rushed in front of Lu Zhishen, it chopped heavily on the tail of the crescent shovel, and countless sparks burst out between the blade and the staff.

Lu Zhishen shook the Zen stick in his hand, lifted it up suddenly, and swung out with his left fist.

Huang Xin's cry was so miserable that it didn't sound like it came from a human mouth. He flew backwards from the headless warhorse.

"My life is over!"

Lu Zhishen sneered and did not chase after them. Instead, he swept his Zen staff to disperse the gathered soldiers and chased them all over the mountains and plains.

Huang Xin panted for a while, then used all his limbs to run towards the shade of the mountain. There was a big river there. As long as he jumped into the river, he could escape.

Lu Zhishen raised his Zen stick and spat at Huang Xin's fleeing back, jokingly saying, "What a bullshit Zhen Sanshan, he couldn't even withstand one blow from my Zen stick, how can Zhen Guanxi withstand three punches from me!"

The soldiers from the garrison were defeated and fled in all directions. The monk soldiers had no time to chase and kill them. They were all poor people, not the man-eating evil soldiers.

Huang Xin took off his armor and jumped into the river. Soon, he swam to the other side.

There was a very long wound on his forehead, with the skin and flesh rolled up and bleeding continuously. It was probably caused by the rapid current and his head hitting a sharp reef after he jumped into the river.

He glanced at the battlefield with hatred, gritted his teeth, and clenched his fists: "I will definitely come back..."

(End of this chapter)