Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 133: Forming the battle array in one breath, a brave general who has fought in hundreds of battles!

Mr. Yao returned to the bicycle frame and turned to look at the Yongping Buddha who was sitting silently.

"Master Buddha, have you ever been taken seriously in your life?"

He had barely finished speaking when he shook his head.

"You are the high and mighty Buddha, how could you not be taken seriously?"

"Do you take it seriously?" A trace of confusion crossed Yongping Buddha's face, and then his eyes flashed with a star-like brilliance. "Back then, I became a bandit. Later, the village killed someone it shouldn't have killed. We were hunted down, and we suffered heavy casualties along the way..."

"It was Master Yutai Buddha, the abbot of Bailin Temple, who took us in."

"He said that laying down the butcher knife might not necessarily lead to Buddhahood, but if you don't let go, how can you know if you can achieve it?"

"Then--"

Yongping Buddha had a smile on his face, grinning slightly: "He used drugs to knock us bandits out and cut off our heads one by one."

"When it was my turn, he really didn't have the strength left, so he handed the knife to me and asked me to do the cutting."

"He said, 'I'll just chop his head off.'"

With his hands clasped together, Yongping Buddha looked at Zhang Yuan in front of him with a solemn and respectful expression.

"I later practiced at Bailin Temple and took Master Yutai as my teacher."

"When my master passed away, he told me that he would come back to see if the knife was still in my hand."

"He is back."

Mr. Yao opened his mouth and looked at Zhang Yuan.

He is back?
Ding Yuan seemed to say the same thing.

Could this Qin army captain with such a murderous nature be the reincarnation of the compassionate Buddha in Liangyuan Territory?
impossible?

Nodding slightly, Mr. Yao lowered his head, spread out his palms, and looked at the black armor commander token that Zhang Yuan handed to him.

"This is the first time in my life that someone values ​​me like this."

"It doesn't matter if I sell my life."

……

On the avenue.

In the bloody and muddy place, the ordination master of Datianlong Temple stood in front of the pool of blood, clasped his hands together, and recited scriptures aloud.

A faint golden light flowed outside his body, and there seemed to be wailing coming from the surrounding sky.

"Look, this is the cruelty of the Qin people."

When the recitation of the scriptures was finished, the blood and true energy in the master's body surged, his eyes widened, and he shouted loudly.

The sound resounded like rolling thunder.

Everyone around was filled with indignation.

"These Qin people deserve to die!"

"They entered our Liangyuan Territory and killed people. We will never let them leave alive!"

The angry roars and fanatical roars made many people's blood boil.

The Buddhist practice method is to integrate the inner and outer aspects. There are too many ways to easily shock the souls of others and make them lose themselves without realizing it.

Just now, when the master of ordination was chanting and shouting, he had already quietly used his spiritual power to cause the monks and warriors around him to fall into madness.

"Master Chuanjie, they went towards Dingyuan Mountain, they should be not far from Dongyuan Temple."

The monk who was exploring the way ahead came running over, holding a long steel staff in one hand, performing a Buddhist salute with the other, and speaking loudly.

"It's time to punish the wicked and eliminate evil. What are you waiting for?" The master of precepts shouted loudly, stepped into the pool of blood in front of him, causing the blood to splash, and walked forward quickly.

The others strode out and chased in the direction the convoy left.

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In the wide area of ​​the mountain road, Zhang Yuan, Peng Zheng, Guo Shaodong, and two Xiantian realm martial arts masters Zhou Yuanwu and Jiang Shaohong sat together.

Zhou Yuanwu has been in the Xiantian realm for decades and has served the Guo family for nearly twenty years.

Jiang Shaohong had just entered the Xiantian realm. He was once a powerful figure in a martial arts sect. Later, his sect fell into decline, and he was recruited by the Guo family to be a guard.

In front of the few people, a three-foot square sheepskin map was unfolded.

This map was found by Jiang Shaohong and his team in a village more than ten miles away.

There were also a few slow horses, some weapons and food.

In addition, residents from two villages and towns were captured.

"We are currently located under the jurisdiction of Dongyuan Temple. There are three roads that lead to Dongyuan Temple, Baiwa Town, and one that goes south and enters the territory of Tongyuan Temple."

Zhang Yuan moved his fingers across the map and looked up at Peng Zheng.

"Prince Peng, if you were leading the troops, what would you do?"

It is not about really giving the command to Peng Zheng, but about seeing how Peng Zheng leads the troops.

As the commander-in-chief, you need to have a thorough understanding of the military tactics and leadership abilities of your generals in order to assign tasks in the most reasonable manner.

"In my opinion, the terrain of Tongyuan Temple is flat, which is more suitable for us to run."

"If I were to lead the troops, I would enter the territory of Tongyuan Temple as quickly as possible." "As long as our speed is fast enough, the pursuers will not be able to catch up with us in a short time."

Peng Zheng looked at the mountains, rivers, and roads on the map and spoke in a deep voice.

Guo Shaodong nodded. Zhou Yuanwu and Jiang Shaohong were both martial artists in the martial arts world. They didn't understand the battles between the leading troops and didn't dare to express their opinions at this time.

Zhang Yuan had not read many military books.

Born in the Zaoyi Guard, he used to be far less knowledgeable than young masters from aristocratic families like Peng Zheng.

Fortunately, he now has Chaos, and can rely on auxiliary means to analyze the best path.

Looking at the map in front of him just now, Chaos had already given him the most advantageous route and path options.

Lines appeared in his mind, and paragraphs of text flashed with golden light.

Crossing the Chi River four times.

War feeds war.

Civilize behind enemy lines.

Distribute land equally and gather troops.

……

"This is our next route, remember it clearly."

"If you get separated, remember the next meeting point."

Zhang Yuan's fingers slowly slid across the map, leaving a faint mark.

"This, this--" Young Master Guo looked at the marks on the map, his face filled with confusion and disbelief.

Peng Zheng's eyes followed Zhang Yuan's fingers, from solemnity at first to surprise, and then to wide eyes.

"If, if they can really escape and ascend to heaven like this, this marching route can be included in the military manual of the Great Qin Imperial City Academy!"

Zhang Yuan stood up, put his hand on the hilt of the knife, and walked towards the two shivering people beside the mountain path.

"Arrange the troops. We will set off in one stick of incense."

After an incense stick of time, the cavalry and the convoy moved forward, leaving only two confused civilians on the side of the road.

"Ergou, what do you think the Qin people said about there being no Buddha in the Great Qin, no need to pay tribute or annual sacrifices, and the land still belonging to the people? Is this true?"

"I don't know. It would be so nice if I could have my own farmland. I wouldn't plant those inedible rue. I'd plant beans and rice instead. Then my little six and seven would have enough to eat..."

……

Dongyuan Temple.

Temples and houses within a radius of two or three miles are built on the mountainside.

When the convoy was seven or eight miles away, warrior monks came to inquire and intercept it.

Three miles away, the big bell of Dongyuan Temple had already rung.

The scattered civilians and monk soldiers were all armed with knives, forks, sticks and clubs, standing ready in front of the temple gate.

However, the convoy did not attack Dongyuan Temple, but stopped in a wide grassland one mile away from the gate of Dongyuan Temple.

This grassland is where Buddhist sacrifices are held on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month. People from the surrounding areas of Dongyuan Temple gather here to kowtow and worship Buddha.

At this time, the convoy stopped in the middle of the field, surrounded by large carts. Zhang Yuan turned his horse's head and looked back the way he came.

Beside him, Peng Zheng, with his hand on the hilt of the knife, looked serious.

Behind them were more than twenty Pingyun army soldiers, all riding horses and holding swords.

From the direction of the rear, the blood and energy were surging, and more than three hundred monks and warriors were rushing towards them.

"Haha, these Qin people don't know the way and actually bumped into Dongyuan Temple."

"We deserve to be rich! Those guys said the Qin people would go to Tongyuan Temple, so they all flocked there. It's a good thing for us!"

With chaotic shouts, more than 300 people rushed towards the grassland.

"Second Master, aren't you too few?" Seeing the pursuers rushing towards him, Guo Shaodong said, holding his short knife, "We brothers can also charge along for a while."

Zhang Yuan turned his head and looked at Guo Shaodong, then put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, tapped his legs lightly on the warhorse, and slowly moved forward.

As he moved, the Pingyun Army cavalry behind him followed and charged forward.

Zhang Yuan's cavalry was moving faster and faster, and after a few dozen steps it was already running like the wind.

“Clang—”

The long sword was unsheathed, the blade pointed forward, and Zhang Yuan let out a long shout.

"My Great Qin——"

The cavalry following closely behind responded.

"mighty--"

Peng Zheng, holding a knife in his hand, only felt a shock of energy and blood throughout his body. The energy and blood outside his body were drawn by Zhang Yuan in front of him and instantly condensed into a formation.

The energy and blood of more than twenty riders connected and transformed into the shadow of a blood-red tiger.

In one breath, the battle array is formed, and the brave generals have fought a hundred battles!

(End of this chapter)