Chapter 252

In the Wucheng battle, Wei Yuan accounted for seven Heavenly Merits.

Although the Heavenly Merits were few, the significance was extraordinary, indicating that a Great Shaman had been injured to the source. It was just not known whether it was the one sitting on the altar or the one who rushed out from the ground. Wei Yuan was more inclined to the former, after all, the blood spraying was spectacular.

Wei Yuan had seen the situation in the city clearly when he was hiding on the city wall. In the shelling, nearly ten thousand Shaman tribe warriors were killed or injured, and there were sixty or seventy thousand civilian casualties, which was one-third of the civilians in the Wucheng. After this, the Wucheng would inevitably be greatly affected whether it was repaired or built.

There would be no old, weak, sick, or disabled people sent to the Wucheng, all of them were strong Shaman tribe members, and they could go to the battlefield with a little training. Wei Yuan wiped out nearly one hundred thousand in one round of artillery fire, and even a large tribe would feel heartache.

Wei Yuan had also used up all the gunpowder in stock, and it would be difficult to launch a second round of shelling for a while.

At this moment, the city-protecting array and the altar of the Wucheng were all destroyed, the three Great Shamans were all injured, and the elite losses were heavy, so it would be difficult to recover their vitality for a while.

This round, Wei Yuan was just bleeding the Shaman tribe, and didn't intend to really knock down this Wucheng. After a few months, when the Shaman tribe really built it into a majestic city, and then saw the Azure Void realm covering their heads, he didn't know what the Great Shamans would feel.

The threat of the Shaman tribe was temporarily eliminated, so Wei Yuan seized every time to train the cultivators. Now the realm was full of vitality, and the number of people that Wei Yuan's Heaven-Madman could bless had increased a bit.

Now Wei Yuan could normally bless three hundred cavalry, increasing their strength by fifty percent; the core fifty cavalry needed to be blessed with luck, and their strength could be doubled. As for Wei Yuan himself, besides Dao power, depending on the consumption of luck, all aspects were comprehensively improved, and the multiple of strength growth was unknown.

Now the cavalry team led by Wei Yuan had been steadily expanding from the initial sixteen cavalry, to the middle fifty cavalry, until now three hundred cavalry. There were as many green auras in the Myriad Miles of Rivers and Mountains as there were hairs on an ox, and they were constantly increasing. It was just that although the Heaven-Madman hadn't reached the limit, the cultivators in the realm had reached the limit.

Now in the Azure Void, mining required Dao Foundation, farming required Dao Foundation, firing cannons required Dao Foundation, and even forging iron required Dao Foundation, everywhere required Dao Foundation. Dao Foundation cultivators were not mortals after all, and one could resist one hundred mortals when doing work.

Wei Yuan had always been strange why there were so few Dao Foundations, and there were only six hundred plus in the realm now.

Wei Yuan's cavalry team basically didn't train at ordinary times, and they were all doing odd jobs. However, Wei Yuan felt that his cavalry team didn't seem to need training, especially the core fifty cavalry. After luck was added, Wei Yuan could completely fight for them. With Wei Yuan's strong primordial spirit, it was easy to control fifty cavalry at the same time, and it would be a bit of a burden for three hundred cavalry.

Wei Yuan standardized long spears, battle knives, and heavy armor for all knights, which made many knights who were used to free fighting very uncomfortable, and they had to train additionally to master these two weapons. But Wei Yuan ignored all opposition, so the knights had to practice obediently, after all, the army had to distribute equipment uniformly.

But there was only one reason why Wei Yuan insisted on uniform weapons, and that was that it was easy for him to control. Otherwise, if some people held knives and some held double hammers, didn't he still have to practice knife techniques and hammer techniques?

On the battlefield, the spear was much simpler, just stab, which was much faster than any knife or axe. If you stab it, you get promoted and get rich, if you don't stab it, you stab it again.

While Wei Yuan was training this cavalry team, Yu Zhizhuo was also working hard to build equipment. Now with the iron forging machine, plus the large quantity Wei Yuan wanted urgently, Yu Zhizhuo built several special anvils, and the steel plates were placed on them and hammered directly into two arc shapes by the iron forging machine, so one piece in front and one piece on the back was the breastplate.

The leg armor and arm armor were also treated similarly, and finally, the knights were like wearing several iron buckets on their bodies and limbs. The bare steel cylinders didn't look very good, so Wei Yuan had to add another process, painting them all black, and then the feeling came out.

At this time, news came from Sun Chaoen that the Zhao Kingdom delegation had set off and would enter the Shattered Realm in a few days. After receiving the news, Wei Yuan intensified his training, and the knights all knew that they were going to do a big job this time, and many newcomers were both afraid and excited, so they naturally trained to death.

Since the Marquis of Xiang wanted to see Wei Yuan's strength, Wei Yuan would show him three hundred Dao Foundations, and he didn't know if he could enter the old man's eyes.

According to the route scheduled by the delegation, the location of Wei Yuan's surprise attack was about four thousand miles away from the realm. Now the realm range had expanded to one hundred and thirty miles, and the range of Wei Yuan's full combat power activity had also reached sixty-five hundred miles, which was more than enough.

Bianning Commandery city, in the garrison camp, a general with a majestic appearance sat upright, scanning the captains in the camp. He had a cold face and said: "Where is General Yue Qilin? I am taking office, why is he not seen? How can this be handed over?"

A captain on the right side stepped forward and said: "General Yue has already packed his things yesterday and went out of the city to hunt. I don't know when he will come back. He has already handed over all the seals and military tallies to me, to be transferred to General Feng by the end general."

The general surnamed Feng stood up, came to the captain, took the seal and military tally he was holding, looked at it, and suddenly kicked him, kicking him directly out of the big tent!

This kick was extremely heavy, and the captain immediately sprayed blood from his mouth, falling to the ground unable to climb up for a while.

The general surnamed Feng looked at the captains on the right one by one as if nothing had happened. The captains on the left in the camp were all brought by him this time, while those on the right were originally Yue Qilin's subordinates.

The general surnamed Feng said slowly: "I heard that General Yue is very good at fighting, and the soldiers he brought out are all arrogant and fierce. Seeing it today, it is true. Seeing this general, everyone has a fierce look in their eyes. Why, are you not convinced?"

General Feng stopped in front of a bearded captain and reached out to pat his face. The captain could no longer bear it and slapped General Feng's hand away.

General Feng smiled and said: "Very good, attacking a superior, the crime is one degree heavier. Come, lock him in the water prison, and starve him for ten days first! You guys are all his accomplices, all lock them up, and wait for this general to have time to interrogate them slowly."

A group of personal guards rushed into the big tent and pressed all of Yue Qilin's old subordinates to the ground and tied them up. A captain was not convinced and shouted: "Feng, don't be proud too early! When General Yue comes back, he will definitely uphold justice for us!" General Feng laughed loudly and said: "How many people have you seen who can climb back up after being demoted? If it weren't for his good uncle, he wouldn't have lost his official position this time."

The bearded captain was furious: "You group of dogs, Marshal Yue is fighting bloody battles in the front, and you are plotting in the back! Doing such wicked things, aren't you afraid of having no descendants?"

Feng Lin walked over and kicked him in the face, and several teeth fell to the ground immediately. He floated a strange smile and said: "I don't know if I will have no descendants, but you probably won't survive these ten days."

After ordering people to lock up Yue Qilin's old subordinates, Feng Lin suddenly felt physically and mentally happy, saying: "Beat the drums, count the soldiers! I want to see what kind of soldiers Yue Qilin left behind."

A quarter of an hour later, Feng Lin looked at the soldiers standing densely on the drill ground, his scalp numb.

A confidant captain next to him said in shock: "This... how can it be? Are there really eight thousand people?"

Feng Lin's face was as gloomy as water. He didn't expect that Yue Qilin's soldiers were actually full. He brought five thousand soldiers this time, but in fact, there were only one thousand eight in the camp, and the officers such as captains were all equipped according to the five thousand soldier system.

Feng Lin suddenly remembered one thing, and sweat broke out on his forehead instantly, saying: "Take me to the granary!"

The granary was in a corner of the camp. Feng Lin used Dao power directly to open the doors of several granaries, looking at the half-granary of grain inside, his heart gradually sank.

Before taking office, he had sent trusted captains to check the military equipment and grain. At that time, the captain felt that the grain was normal, so he signed the handover document. If Yue Qilin were here today, all that needed to be handed over would be a military tally and a seal.

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At that time, Feng Lin also felt normal when he heard the grain figures reported by the captain. But the problem was, Feng Lin's normal was aimed at the general situation of Western Jin. The Western Jin armies were basically short of numbers, and generally, soldiers were between three and four tenths.

Feng Lin originally thought that Yue Qilin's unit was about the same, at most four tenths of soldiers, so the grain would be enough. As a result, he never expected that Yue Qilin was actually full!

In this way, there was a huge gap in military grain immediately.

Several captains realized the seriousness of the problem. Feng Lin slapped the captain who signed the handover document, hitting him until his mouth and nose sprayed blood.

Another captain said: "Could there be people making up the numbers among these soldiers..."

But halfway through the sentence, he couldn't say it himself. Several captains had been leading soldiers for many years, so how could they not distinguish between soldiers and civilians?

These eight thousand soldiers were all tall and big, with knotted muscles, and at a glance, they had achieved the Muscle Realm, and they were qualified soldiers anywhere in Western Jin. If these soldiers weren't hungry, they would have mutinied.

Thinking of the consequences of mutiny, the captains broke out in cold sweat.

Feng Lin immediately said: "Prepare the horses! I'm going to find the Commandery Magistrate and the Vice Prefect to ask for grain!"

An hour later, Feng Lin returned to the camp, his face as gloomy as if it were about to drip water. Li Weisheng and Sun Chaoen, these two old foxes, refused to loosen their mouths, and they wouldn't let go of a single grain in the official granary.

Feng Lin played Tai Chi with them for nearly an hour, and couldn't bear it anymore, so he could only return to the camp first. He knew that sitting down again would be useless. These two old foxes could talk about everything all day, but he couldn't.

Several captains saw Feng Lin's face and knew it was bad. Although Feng Lin's expression was unhappy, he endured it without breaking out, but sat in the tent and pondered carefully.

After the initial annoyance, Feng Lin had some guesses. Most of those official granaries were probably empty.

After pondering for a long time, Feng Lin's face gradually revealed viciousness. He called a captain and said: "You immediately go out of the city and find Brother Xu, and let him bring more private soldiers. In a few days, when we escort the Zhao Kingdom delegation north, let him disguise himself as a horse bandit to rob them. You guys, carefully inventory the soldiers in the camp, and pick out those who are poor, have no background at home, and are thorns. When the time comes, follow us to escort the delegation."

Several captains looked at each other, and one asked carefully: "General, what do you mean..."

Killing intent flashed across Feng Lin's face, and he said: "Yue Qilin dares to set this trap for me, then I don't need to be polite to him! Isn't there not enough grain to eat? If there are fewer people, there will be enough to eat."

(End of chapter)