Chapter 758: with translation of chapter title

The miraculous number of Eight Hundred Cavalry also gave Chen Wuji, this transmigrator, a small shock. Science was never scientific on him to begin with, and this matter is even harder to prove scientifically.

He is now also a commander; he can grasp the relatively simple logic behind it.

For instance, the Eight Hundred command spirits as deftly as moving one's fingers.

But this matter cannot be proved by such a simple reason.

Another point is that in history, cases where the Eight Hundred Cavalry defeated larger forces always had illustrious commanders—Huo Qubing, Zhang Liao, Zhu Di—not ordinary men.

Qian Fugui previously still lagged behind Chen Baojia, Yang Tiejiang, and the like.

At least in Chen Wuji's view, that's how it is.

His biggest advantage is that he fundamentally sees no enemy.

No matter how strong the foe, he's like that flat‑headed brother—basically daring to test his bite.

Of course, this is also his biggest flaw.

But after this battle, he is no longer ordinary.

Such achievements are enough for him to boast about for a lifetime, and also enough to make those who wield pens write well.

The army galloped across the fertile land, approaching Shili Ting.

Before they even drew near, they saw raging flames and the Qiang People scattering like a flock of sheep. Of course, their sheep were indeed running, covering the mountains and fields in a sheet of white.

In the coming period, the army should not lack mutton to eat.

"My lord, you might as well watch the battle today; let Wushuang lead the troops on a sortie." Chen Li said.

Chen Wuji nodded, "Today I'll follow Eleventh Uncle's advice; I and Mr. Xu will watch the battle here, you supervise the troops, and Wushuang will lead the forces."

"Yes!" Wushuang happily accepted the order.

Finally, it was his turn.

He and Chen Wuyi were renowned in the clan and the village, but upon joining the army, their identities suddenly differed; Chen Wuyi is now both a Personal Guard and concurrently the commander of the Central Cavalry, leading ten thousand cavalry under his command.

But he—

Personal Guard who also chops firewood and boils tea.

This gap makes frustration inevitable.

Not fearing hardship in brothers, but fearing brothers leading troops to gallop across the battlefield, while he is still chopping wood and boiling tea.

Wushuang received the order, leading the Central Infantry to surge out, while Chen Li supervised the formation from behind.

Chen Wuji looked left and right, then brought Xu Zengyi, Kong Jianshi, and other clan Personal Guards up a small hill nearby; standing higher allowed him to see farther.

After mounting his horse and riding up the hill, the surroundings of Shili Ting lay plain before his eyes.

The Qiang Ren Da Ying stretched about a li, forming a highly irregular shape; outside were cattle and sheep enclosed by fences, inside were rows of Camp Tent.

At this moment, this vast Yíngzhù resembled the apocalypse.

Chaos everywhere, flames everywhere.

The only thing absent was any trace of battle.

Chen Wuji examined the area carefully, and only then spotted Qian Fugui and his Eight Hundred Cavalry in the southwest corner of the Qiang Ren Da Ying; this fellow was still fighting, charging wherever crowds were thick.

The Qiang People were also organizing forces to encircle and intercept, but there was a chaotic, clueless feeling.

It seemed as if the soldiers weren't listening to their superiors at all.

"Sir, I can't quite understand Qian Fugui's battle; is it because the fight is almost over?" Chen Wuji asked.

Xu Zengyi nodded, "Indeed there is that reason, but I doubt General Qian could break the enemy camp with just Eight Hundred Cavalry; the Qiang People's panic should be a major help."

"Linking the Qiang People with panic sounds somewhat unfamiliar," Chen Wuji said.

After fighting the Qiang People a few times, the most obvious impression they gave him was recklessness and contempt for others.

It seemed as if they didn't even register in his eyes, and he looked down on their combat ability greatly.

Xu Zengyi gave a faint smile, "They should now fear my lord!"

"How so?" Chen Wuji asked.

Xu Zengyi explained, "Perhaps the Qiang nobility hate my lord and wish to kill him by any means, but the ordinary Qiang People are surely fearful and in awe of my lord."

"The Qiang People have fought my lord three times, suffering total defeat each time; twice their entire army was annihilated, and the third time only a few managed to escape, while the rest became piles of skulls in victory monuments."

"With such a record, how could the Qiang not be fearful? When they band together to charge, if they have mighty robes and grace around them, perhaps they feel no fear; but when my lord's army suddenly storms into the Daying, they ought to be panic‑stricken and dread battle."

Chen Wuji nodded, "Saying that, I suddenly feel I'm somewhat formidable—three battles, three victories, having slain perhaps tens of thousands of enemies?"

This is truly not humblebragging.

Before Xu Zengyi had summed it up, he had never even considered these matters.

Anyway, in his view, he has always treated the Qiang as a major enemy, being cautious in every battle.

"The Qiang People dead at my lord's hand are likely already more than tens of thousands." Xu Zengyi's mouth twitched, "Although not two hundred thousand, the figure of over one hundred thousand should still hold."

Chen Wuji also seriously calculated, and suddenly felt surprised, "It really seems that over ten thousand people have died at my hands—hearing that is somewhat shocking!"

"Pass the order: in this place, not a blade of grass shall be left!"

"Over ten thousand is still a bit low; add those ten thousand more. After this battle, when we announce to all the Qiang: if you don't flee now, wait for me to ride forth to the Western Frontier and eradicate you root and branch!"

He now finally has the confidence to say that.

The Qiang peoples could never again muster a force of hundreds of thousands.

After this battle, offense and defense will be completely reversed.

Next, it's up to Chen Wuji to consider how to trample them!

Xu Zengyi almost didn't react.

He thought Chen Wuji was genuinely lamenting that he had killed too many.

But then the conversation shifted, and he actually complained it was too few…

"Your subordinate first congratulates my lord; after this battle, no one in the entire Lingnan Six Commanderies will be a match for my lord! Unifying Lingnan is only a matter of time." Xu Zengyi said with clasped hands.

He also got excited.

After nearly a year, he finally stood in this position.

Poisonist, hehe!

He can now openly accept this title.

But it's merely a poisonist.

I, Xu Zengyi, am the poisonist!

But I am no longer the poisonist who once served under the Western King.

But rather, I am the foremost poisonist under the command of Nan Jun Jiedu Guanchasi Chen Wuji.

"Sir, saying this now is a bit premature; I dare not be so reckless." Chen Wuji hurriedly said.

It's been quite a while since I last heard Xu Zengyi say such things.

This sudden change is still somewhat hard to get used to.

Xu Zengyi shook his head, "My lord need not be overly cautious; looking across Lingnan, the only worthy opponent now is Yang Yu, while the rest are mere chickens and dogs, not worth mentioning."

"That's only in your view!" Chen Wuji shook his head.

Before everything is settled, any enemy in his eyes is a strong opponent.

Underestimating the enemy such a major taboo must absolutely not be committed.

One need not hear that Fu Jian's million-strong army, due to underestimating the enemy, was defeated by the Eastern Jin's eighty thousand troops, leading to the downfall of the Former Qin.

Yuan Shao regarded Cao Cao as mere chickens and dogs; at the Battle of Guandu, everything collapsed.