Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 147 I am not a person, not a person, not a person...

The front army tent.

When Zhang Yuan arrived, the atmosphere in the tent was quite solemn.

Peng Zheng, the son of the Marquis of Xiaoyuan, Gong Yuzheng, the sacrificial student, and Zhao Kuo, who was wearing dark blue armor, stood in the tent.

Just now, Peng Zheng sent someone to invite Zhang Yuan.

The Pingyun Army soldier whispered to Zhang Yuan that because there were pursuers coming from Liangyuan Territory, the Crown Prince and Gong Jixue had a disagreement on the marching arrangements.

It was precisely because he was unable to decide on a military strategy at the moment that Peng Zheng asked Zhang Yuan for help.

Zhang Yuan basically did not participate in this march, and only brought thirty guards with him to follow the army.

Here there is the prince of the Pingyun Army's Xiaoyuan Earl, a fifth-rank sacrificial scholar, and the surrendered general Zhao Kuo, who has read many military books and is highly regarded by the sacrificial scholars. There is no need for Zhang Yuan to participate in the marching affairs.

Gong Jixue was a fifth-rank official, the highest position here. He would learn about the marches and trainings from time to time.

In Zhengyang County, this sacrificial scholar had no access to such military affairs.

Along the way, Gong Jixue was amazed by Prince Peng's profound family background, and Zhao Kuo's eagerness to learn and his eloquent speech also made him feel that he had met him too late.

As for Zhang Yuan, although Gong Jixue thought Zhang Yuan was a good person and invited him to have meals together several times during rest periods along the way, he never mentioned the march.

Zhang Yuan was only born in the Wuwei Yamen of Luyang Prefecture. He had never even learned martial arts. How could he lead an army to fight?

What's more, Gong Jixue has never had a good impression of Wuwei and Heibingtai.

Wang Qinian was never summoned to dinner once.

"Brother Zhang."

Peng Zheng, wearing fish-scale armor, clasped his fists, with a hint of impatience on his face.

"Haha, Prince Peng wants to invite you, Captain Zhang," said Gong Yu, the Zhengyang County priest, calmly pointing to the map in the tent. "Zhang Yuan, what do you think? Should we march quickly or slowly?"

Without explaining the beginning and the end, just asking directly whether to march quickly or slowly, anyone would be confused.

Hearing his words, Zhao Kuo, who was standing next to Peng Zheng, hurriedly stepped forward and whispered, "Captain Zhang, the Tiger Forest Buddha of Mingtang Temple is leading 5,000 monks in pursuit. The situation is critical—"

Gong Yuzheng turned his gaze to Zhao Kuo, causing Zhao Kuo to pause.

Zhang Yuan didn't look at the map, but only looked at Zhao Kuo.

He was already aware of the disagreements in the military camp.

Peng Zheng and Zhao Kuo were both knowledgeable about military affairs and warfare, and of course they understood that the strength of a thousand soldiers was definitely no match for the five thousand monks of Mingtang Temple.

What's more, there is a master.

The power of Mingtang Temple is stronger than that of Datianlong Temple, and the Buddha Lord of Hulin is stronger than the Buddha Lord of Kurong of Datianlong Temple.

Previously in Tongyuan Town, it took the combined efforts of nine late-stage Xiantian Realm powerhouses to stop the Buddha Lord Ku Rong.

There are not enough nine powerful warriors in the late stage of the Innate Realm in the army now.

Peng Zheng was in charge of the army and wanted the army to travel light and return to Qin as quickly as possible.

But Gong Jixue disagreed.

"Brother Zhao, you are from Liangyuan Territory and understand the current situation. In your opinion, what should we do?"

Zhang Yuan's voice startled everyone in the military tent.

Zhao Kuo's face was full of confusion.

Among the four people in this military tent, he is the least noticeable.

In front of Peng Zheng, the dead books he read were not worth mentioning. The classic words that Prince Peng said casually were enough for him to ponder for a long time.

In front of the fifth-rank Jixue of Daqin, he was like a new student, asking for advice at the beck and call. The few words of advice that Gong Jixue gave when he was in the mood were enough to benefit him.

As for Zhang Yuan, he never used Zhang Yuan as a reference.

The marches and battles on the banks of the Chi River, as well as Zhang Yuan's terrifying combat power, were simply impossible for Zhao Kuo to learn.

But at this time Zhang Yuan actually asked for his opinion.

What opinion could Zhao Kuo have?
How dare Zhao Kuo have any opinion?
Does Zhao Kuo have any opinion?
"Mingtang Temple is powerful..."

Zhao Kuo murmured.

"Since the enemy is so strong, let's just avoid them for the time being." Zhang Yuan said.

Gong Jixue frowned slightly.

Zhao Kuo opened his mouth and whispered, "The prestige of the Great Qin should not be damaged..."

This reason was naturally proposed by Gong Jixue.

Military generals will do everything they can when marching and fighting, and they don't care about reputation at all. Winning is the reputation.

But the civilian officials in charge of the army don’t think so.

The prestige of a country cannot be lost.

When a military general goes to war, he only needs to take care of his own soldiers. But a civil official has to consider many things, such as the reputation of the great country, the support of the people, and the general situation of the two countries... For Peng Zheng, the Bodhi seeds to be sent back to the eastern border have been sent, and the mission has been completed. Bringing his soldiers back to Qin and bringing back more surrendered soldiers will be a great achievement.

But Gong Jixue is different.

He came because of the changing situation in Liangyuan Territory, and signed alliances on behalf of Daqin with many forces.

If we return in disgrace now, damaging the prestige of the Qin Empire and causing the allies to rebel, wouldn't this trip be in vain?
Even if he returned to Zhengyang County, there would still be censors who would impeach him without any hesitation.

Therefore, what Gong Jixue wanted was decency.

In the military tent, Zhao Kuo looked at Zhang Yuan in embarrassment.

Gong Yuzheng had already understood Zhang Yuan's thoughts at this time.

This acting captain of the Wuwei Yamen, who was known for his righteousness in Luyang Prefecture, was very familiar with the ways of officialdom.

At this time and place, some words spoken by Zhao Kuo were not so sharp.

"Brothers' lives are lives, and the dignity of the Qin Dynasty cannot be lost." Zhang Yuan finally expressed his opinion.

Zhang Yuan's words sounded like he was trying to smooth things over.

If it was Peng Zheng, Gong Jixue, or Zhao Kuo who said this, they would probably have been looked down upon by others by now.

But when Zhang Yuan said this, Peng Zheng thought that Zhang Yuan must be confident in dealing with the pursuers from Mingtang Temple; Gong Jixue thought that Zhang Yuan seemed to support him and knew how to behave.

As for Zhao Kuo, he thought that what Zhang Yuan said made sense.

"With a large army behind us, we must remain calm and composed. The two thousand miles from here to the border will be a test of both body and mind for you, Prince Peng, and these one thousand soldiers."

Zhang Yuan’s words made Peng Zheng look solemn.

Zhang Yuan looked at Gong Yuzheng again and spoke again: "Master Jixue, the prestige of the Qin Dynasty does not depend on the speed of its march."

"If this army of thousands were really caught up, they would suffer heavy casualties, or even be completely wiped out. Then all our prestige would be ruined."

Zhang Yuan's expression grew calmer. "The great reputation of the Qin Dynasty has always been known wherever the swords of the Qin army are and the troops are."

Gong Jixue's expression changed and his eyes fell on the map in the military tent.

Taking a deep breath, Gong Jixue's eyes shone brightly, "I request that the Northwest Army be dispatched three hundred miles out of the border to crush Liangyuan Territory."

"Please ask our Great Qin to arrange for a Grandmaster to come to the border to provide support."

Looking up at Peng Zheng, Gong Jixue said in a deep voice, "Prince Peng, is this arrangement sufficient?"

Peng Zheng pondered for a long time before clasping his fists and speaking loudly, "Yes."

Zhao Kuo stood there in a daze, completely confused as to why this was the outcome.

Seeing Gong Jixue writing a letter and Peng Zheng arranging the soldiers, Zhang Yuan reached out and patted Zhao Kuo on the shoulder.

"Brother Zhao, you are now a general of the Qin army."

"The Great Qin has an army that can overwhelm the four kingdoms and three regions, and a master who can rival the four kingdoms and three regions."

"You are not alone."

Watching Zhang Yuan walk out of the tent, Zhao Kuo still looked confused, muttering: "I am not a person, not a person, not a person..."

More than a thousand Qin troops advanced five hundred miles when they received news from the rear that the monks of Mingtang Temple had joined forces with several forces in Liangyuan Territory to increase their troops to ten thousand, and were already one thousand eight hundred miles away.

Although the soldiers were in a panic, the leader Peng Zheng was neither arrogant nor impatient. Gong Yuzheng, a fifth-rank civil servant of the Qin Dynasty, still had some free time to climb the mountain and compose a poem.

The army advanced a thousand miles, while the pursuing troops were eight hundred miles away.

Among the soldiers, the monks and bandits from Liangyuan who had surrendered were all frightened, but Prince Peng and Gong Jixue, who were leading the army, were not afraid at all.

After another three hundred miles, news came from Daqin.

Fifty thousand troops of the Qin Northwest Army marched out of the border.

The great Qin martial arts master, enshrined in the Zhenwu Hall, Grandmaster Xu Jie, has arrived at the border.

Xiao Renguang, the former garrison commander of the Northern Yan Zhenbei Army and now the Earl of Gubei of the Great Qin, led 30,000 cavalrymen to attack Liangyuan territory for 2,000 miles, forming a pincer attack with the Northwestern Army, waiting for the return of 1,000 soldiers of the Great Qin.

At this moment, Zhao Kuo finally understood what Zhang Yuan said to him.

The reason why the Qin Dynasty can be as powerful as it is today is that it will not give up on anyone.

In order to support the more than one thousand soldiers who surrendered to them, the Qin Dynasty dispatched nearly 100,000 troops, including powerful masters.

Such power silenced Liang Yuanyu for a moment and filled the hearts of all the troops who surrendered with him with excitement.

"Damn it! I'm afraid I'm really going to sell my life to the Qin Dynasty."

Mr. Yao, a kind man, who was dragging his family with him and pulling several carts of wealth and goods, looked at the cheering soldiers in front of him and whispered.

"Woo——"

The horn sounded.

The enemy is attacking, and the army is advancing rapidly.

(End of this chapter)