Chapter 1232

Liaodong, Zunhua,

Heavy rain fell, and lightning surged in the sky.

Inside the mansion, the various generals were all stern.

Because the Retired Emperor had ordered them to send troops to rescue Goryeo.

But the problem is, rescue is simple, but how do they cross over? Fly?

The land outside the pass is all Tatar territory! Sending troops means a frontal bloody battle!

But now, the Retired Emperor actually only let Shenwu General Feng Tang lead thirty thousand people to reinforce!

Sitting in a chair, Niu Jizong could not help but fall silent: "Could it be that the Retired Emperor's intention is to let us defeat Dai Shan, who is looting outside the pass?"

"Heh, if Dai Shan were easy to beat, we wouldn't be here!"

Speaking speechlessly, Jiang Zining mocked.

Hearing Jiang Zining's words, the generals present were all embarrassed.

Over the years, the Tatars have constantly used troops against the Great Gan. Although they were all small skirmishes, who among the people present could say Dai Shan was a weakling?

As the First Prince of the Tatars, many of them had fought against him, but basically, it was a small victory or a miserable defeat!

"The Retired Emperor has already given the order; now we cannot think, just fight!"

Slapping the table, Feng Tang stood up, looking majestic and domineering.

And hearing Feng Tang's words, Wang Ziteng and Jiang Zining looked frosty.

In the continuous drizzle, Feng Tang led the army to expedition.

Although there were thirty thousand combat troops, there were a full fifty thousand laborers in the rear.

Also incorporated into the reinforcements, Jia Pu looked at Zhang Cheng beside him and immediately said: "Brother Jue, you have killed quite a few Tatars in the past half month!"

"It's all for the commoners!"

Speaking calmly, Zhang Cheng wiped the rain off his face.

Looking at Zhang Cheng beside him, Jia Pu said: "When encountering war, I hope you can try your best to protect our clansmen..."

"This is what I should do!"

Hearing Jia Pu say this, Zhang Cheng nodded and agreed immediately.

"That's good!"

Watching Zhang Cheng agree, Jia Pu also relaxed.

They had also discussed the matter of reinforcing Goryeo within the clan, but everyone felt that this was just a show of force.

After all, if they really wanted to rescue, why would the court send thirty thousand people?

A few days later, the army crossed Beigukou and headed all the way toward Chaoyang!

And the Chaoyang here does not refer to Chaoyang District...

Learning that the Great Gan had sent troops out of the pass, and after the scouts began to scatter around, Dai Shan was also shocked at this moment.

Because did the Great Gan intend to rescue after learning they were attacking Goryeo?

However, upon learning that the Great Gan only sent thirty thousand troops, Dai Shan laughed, because wasn't this a joke?

Thirty thousand troops wanting to fight their way to Goryeo—they didn't take them Jurchen as people!

"Hypocritical Southern people, even so, you still want to keep up appearances?"

Staring at the map, Dai Shan stood up and said: "Let the Right Red and Inlaid Red banners assemble; I want to defeat this Southern army in one battle!"

Accompanied by Dai Shan's order, the Tatar cavalry who were looting gathered together one after another.

A few days later, on a plain less than a hundred miles from Chaoyang,

The scouts had already begun to clash in secret.

In this constant mutual slaughter, intelligence on battle losses was constantly transmitted to Feng Tang's ears.

Slapping the table, Feng Tang roared: "Damn Tatars!"

As the elite of the army, scouts are the eyes and ears. If they are lost, it means the army has lost its direction and ability to resist.

However, it seems now that the greater the pressure, the closer Dai Shan's army is to them.

In the temporarily built military camp, Zhang Cheng closed his eyes, and a holographic map appeared in his mind.

Watching the Tatar army, like a long arrow, approaching, he could not help but exhale a turbid breath.

Because just like the news he heard these past two days, the Tatars were preparing to completely slaughter them outside the pass.

However, as his eyes flashed with cold light, Zhang Cheng gripped the Six-Harmony Spear in his hand and said: "Interesting!"

"Uncle, why are you laughing so evilly?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng curiously, Jia Wei, who was beside him, walked up and asked in surprise. "What nonsense are you talking about? Uncle is just thinking about finding you two wives after the war!"

Patting Jia Wei on the shoulder, Zhang Cheng laughed.

"Uncle, what are you talking about? I... I..."

Blushing and lowering his head, Jia Wei could not help but feel embarrassed when he heard this topic.

And just at this moment, the sound of a horn rang out.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo..."

As the whistling sound resounded across the entire sky, dark clouds also seemed to emerge from the distance.

"General, Dai Shan has arranged a decisive battle with us in three days!"

Coming before Feng Tang, Jiang Zining spoke sternly.

"Hmph! Would I fall for his petty tricks?"

Speaking coldly, Feng Tang glanced at the map and pointed to a location not far away: "There are less than ten thousand Tatars; set an ambush here and defeat them in one fell swoop!"

Hearing Feng Tang's suggestion, Wang Ziteng on the side said sternly: "Will Dai Shan follow us?"

"If he doesn't come, then we will hold our ground here and wait for reinforcements!"

Showing a smile, Feng Tang was very sure that Dai Shan would definitely come, but Feng Tang had no bottom in his heart about whether he could defeat Dai Shan.

Because among this army of thirty thousand, only twenty thousand or so were elite border troops!

He wanted to use ten thousand people to disrupt Dai Shan's Tatar cavalry, and then use another ten thousand to charge and settle the outcome!

In other words, when Feng Tang set the plan, he had thought about using the lives of twenty thousand people to trade for Dai Shan!

Mercy does not command troops, righteousness does not manage wealth.

As a general, Feng Tang knew how cruel his plan was, but he had no other way if he wanted to win!

Walking out of the White Mountains and Black Waters, the ferocity and combat effectiveness of the Jurchen were far more terrifying than what the Great Gan had seen.

Since the Retired Emperor's three hundred thousand people bled in Liaodong, the Great Gan seemed to have lost its edge.

Clenching his fists, Feng Tang turned his head and said: "In this battle, if we win, we will be promoted and ennobled, but if we lose, it won't be too ugly..."

Looking at Feng Tang, Jiang Zining nodded silently and said: "The end general has no objections!"

"I have no objections either!"

Watching Feng Tang and Jiang Zining staring at him, what could Wang Ziteng say? Of course, he agreed!

However, it was very clear that in the original history, Feng Tang and the others lost, and they lost very miserably, which was why Wang Ziteng didn't have to borrow the Jia family's strength to become the Capital Battalion Commander!

Perhaps when the Retired Emperor sent troops, he had already thought about using these thirty thousand people to stabilize Goryeo!

Goryeo: Big Brother, help!

Retired Emperor: Big Brother has sent troops, but Big Brother hasn't won yet! You wait a little longer!

A few days later, dark clouds pressed down, and an oppressive atmosphere spread.

Guarding the front line, Zhang Cheng glanced at the rear, a look of doubt appearing in his eyes.

Because this formation method looked like a pocket formation at a glance, but the problem was, where did Feng Tang get the courage to do this? Was he crazy?

"Brother? Is the Great Gan general crazy?"

Looking at this scene in shock, the Niru Ezhen beside him was dumbfounded.

"I don't know if he's crazy? But he doesn't take me as a person!"

Speaking with a cold sneer, Dai Shan waved his hand and said: "Let the servant army attack!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The war drums sounded, and from the Tatar military formation, a group of Han people holding blades and weapons rushed up under intimidation.

Watching this scene, Zhang Cheng's eyes turned cold, and the Six-Harmony Spear in his hand could not help but be gripped tightly.

"Shoot arrows, shoot arrows!"

Just as the servant army rushed up, a whistling sound came from the rear.

"Clatter!"

Arrows fell like rain, and many people were nailed to the position one after another.

And listening to the screams from his compatriots, Zhang Cheng's eyes gradually turned scarlet, staring at the position in the distance.

(End of chapter)