Chapter 452: Guerrilla Warfare

We only need to set points, guerrilla warfare—just surprise them, hit them unprepared, no preset plans, no prior arrangements, adapt to local conditions, and the troop leader must make unified arrangements. Kang Wu looked at General Chiang and Chiang Fengsheng, his expression serious.

"No." General Chiang didn't even think, just refused. They're just kids—how old are they? Even arranging execution would need someone else; how could we let children go deep into the enemy camp to harass?

Chiang Fengsheng didn't speak, but he also didn't agree.

"What about me?" Kang Zhi Chun thought for a moment; just now they really didn't have a name of their own.

"Zhi Chun, stay in the barracks; it's more valuable than going with us on guerrilla warfare." Ning Hanmo looked at Kang Zhi Chun, gently shaking his head.

Ning Qiancheng gave a bitter laugh, "After all, it's still about identity."

He's so smart—how could he not know why Kang Wu left him and Kang Zhi Chun behind when making the arrangements?

Kang Zhi Chun is because of her voice charm, because of her command talent.

And he…

It's only because of his identity, because he is a prince—even a prince who is ignored, not favored at all, no one cares, but his life cannot stay here.

"Lao Yao." Ning Hanmo patted his shoulder, "Not only because of your identity."

"Huh?" Ning Qiancheng lifted his head, looking toward Ning Hanmo.

"Indeed." Kang Wu also nodded, the personnel were arranged by him, so he has more say.

"Have you forgotten your goal?"

"Your goal has already been set; this goal means you can't go adventuring with us." Kang Wu's tone was a bit cold, his eyes giving a feeling of being detached.

When he thinks about problems, it's easy for him to detach himself, even his emotions.

Ning Qiancheng nodded, "I understand."

"I will protect myself and also protect Zhi Chun jie." He has his mission, also things he needs to bear; when the goal is set, it's destined to give up something.

"Good brother." Ning Hanmo patted his shoulder again.

"Wait, did you forget something? I disagree." General Chiang panted, each of them, how can they be as stubborn as a calf, their tempers so twisted?

Eleven people smiled at each other, then sent a few people to look at General Chiang and Chiang Fengsheng, a contest.

"Be careful."

"We agree, but you all must come back, not a single one missing." General Chiang looked at the few people, each small-bodied, now all in black cloth uniforms; behind them, each unit had a hundred people, skilled in horseback archery.

"Yes!"

Nine people clasped fists, then hurriedly left.

They only need internal unity; for the outside, there's naturally a way to persuade, which is also why they first persuaded Ning Qiancheng.

In the small grove, the nine youths looked at each other, "From now on, parting, we must all return without loss."

"Return without loss."

This is their true departure, and also their true first step; previously, in places they didn't know, someone had always been guarding them.

But now…

Looking at Da Ning's mountains and rivers, they also have people to protect.

Guard the mountains and rivers, keep them safe; guard the people, keep them healthy.

Gallop!

309 horses were divided into three teams, each team 103 horses corresponding to 103 people; at the front of each team, on a tall big horse, sits one, a youth whose feet can't even reach the footrests.

What?

Hearing the news Chiang Fengsheng sent over, Jiang Yunchu jumped up from the stool, "Where did they go?"

"Going deep into enemy camp to wage guerrilla warfare." The messenger was trembling a bit.

Previously the Princess Consort always laughed happily, seeming good to everyone, but now her aura makes him unable to catch his breath.

I understand, you may go back.

Jiang Yunchu nodded, slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had already regained calm.

They believe in themselves; so she should also try to believe in them.

Her own child—if she doesn't believe in them, how could anyone else?

But…

The fledgling hawks have finally grown up; they want to fly on their own. Always protecting them had become a habit, so now they feel a bit unaccustomed.

"Dean." Kang Ziwei looked at her with some worry.

Jiang Yunchu looked at her, "I've always told everyone, let you grow."

"But when this day really came, I never expected that the person who can't let go the most isn't someone else—it's me."

Kang Ziwei put down what she was holding, then walked to the Dean's side and reached out to hug her.

"Dean, your arms have always been protecting us; even when tempering us, it's always under someone's protection, but the fledgling hawks must finally fly."

"Dean, you've done enough; in the years to come, just let us grow on our own."

The girl's soft, gentle voice and her warm embrace made Jiang Yunchu wryly smile, "You guys."

"Growing too fast has left me somewhat unprepared."

"But... I'm not that fragile yet; it's time to let you be on your own."

She patted Zi Wei's head, very gently, "Time to work."

"Yes!" Kang Ziwei nodded, hehehe laughed.

Comrades have their own battlefields, and she also has her own battlefield.

Report!

Report!

In the city, outside the city, the sound of reports overlapping, a mysterious sense of time-space intertwining.

The Northern Rong army is fifty li from our army.

"Where is the Southern Barbarian army?" Xilang sat on a stone, looking at the person reporting.

"The brothers a hundred li out haven't received intel yet; estimated a hundred li beyond." That person answered quickly.

"Keep scouting, keep reporting." Xilang furrowed his brows.

Shouldn't...

The Southern Barbarians should be closer than the Northern Barbarians, yet they haven't arrived; what's going on?

South, the Wang Fu army.

Is he finally going to show himself?

"Yes!" The messenger ran off.

Meanwhile inside the city, "An unknown force is marching from the north fifty li out; suspected to be the Northern Barbarian army."

"How many?" Jiang Fengsheng asked.

"The current number is not fixed, but exceeds thirty thousand."

A thirty-thousand-strong army, and moreover exceeding thirty thousand...

Jiang Fengsheng nodded, "Continue to pay attention."

A few days ago, domestic reinforcements added twenty thousand; the Northern Barbarians exceeded thirty thousand; now the city has all its troops, and in numbers, the opposing allied forces hold the main advantage.

"Wait." When everyone had left, General Jiang looked at the sand table, re-adjusted all deployments, looking at the inexplicably familiar sand table, now he could only wait.

They are waiting, and Xijiang is also waiting.

Just see...

Whose patience is superior.