Yang Si was so scared that his face turned pale. He couldn't stop the willful and reckless lord by himself.
Jiang Pengji looked at the situation on the battlefield coldly and said rather amusedly, "Do I look like the kind of person who rushes to die?"
Yang Si secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He was mentally prepared for the lord to rush forward with Little White regardless of anything else.
Yang Si was really not used to her suddenly being so obedient and docile.
However, Jiang Pengji said, "I discovered something different when I pretended to be sick this time."
Yang Si looked at her in confusion and began to mutter in his heart.
What did the lord learn from the incident of pretending to be sick? Was she so abnormal?
In the past, she was indifferent when he tried to persuade her. Now that he was about to give up hope, she actually learned to be obedient.
Jiang Pengji smiled and said nothing.
It had been almost ten years since she came to this era.
On the surface, she seemed to adapt well, like an ordinary person from ancient times who had gone against the orthodoxy, but deep down, she was still the domineering Commander of the Federal Regency. On the surface, she and the people around her were the same kind of people, but their essence was completely different.
She had never felt that bloodline inheritance was very important. After all, reproduction had been replaced by machines, and continuing life had become extremely simple.
As long as she was willing, she could have the inheritor with the best genes.
However, this era was different. Bearing children was not only to satisfy the needs of the body, but also to continue life and will.
Because Jiang Pengji had no children, when the news of her serious illness spread, everyone unanimously thought that the foundation she had built would be destroyed. Without children, there was no hope of continuing. Even if no one said it in front of her, she understood in her heart.
Once she died, the people who had once attached themselves to her would be like rootless duckweed. When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter and they would be divided up by other forces in this chaotic world.
This time, she was pretending to be sick, so everyone could still face her calmly. Next time, if she was really seriously injured or critically ill, what would happen?
Calculating the average lifespan of this era, the people around her were already middle-aged or old. They could not be frightened when they were old.
So —
She had to restrain herself a little and protect herself so that these little princesses would not be frightened to death.
The power of dozens of ballistae was indeed terrifying. The livestream could not help but feel worried as it watched the soldiers continuously die under the ballistae.
However, this was a war of 100,000 people. No matter how powerful dozens of ballistae were, there was no way to wipe out the other side.
After a few dozen breaths, the vanguard troops of the two sides had already clashed together.
On the battlefield, unless one reached Jiang Pengji's level, pure combat techniques would not be of much use.
Teamwork was far more important than individual recklessness, and their survival rate was higher.
Yang Si ordered his troops to put up a battle formation that was loose on the outside but tight on the inside, in order to mislead Yuan Xin. He wanted Yuan Xin to mistakenly think that they were fighting in a hurry and their battle formation was unstable, making them easy to defeat. Yuan Xin was indeed thinking this way. He was so pleased with himself that he lost some of his caution in commanding the battle.
If a general was less cautious and dependable, it could be directly reflected on the battlefield. The performance of the soldiers was the most obvious.
Nie Xun looked at the situation coldly. As if he had noticed something, his pale lips pursed tightly.
Something was not right.
The enemy's formation seemed to be loose, messy, and disorderly, but when the two armies clashed, the performance of the two armies was completely different.
The troops under Yuan Xin's tent were extremely excited and the originally tight formation began to show signs of loosening.
On the other hand, the enemy's troops did not disperse when they charged, and the confrontation between the two armies was not messy either. It was obviously premeditated.
Nie Xun watched for a while. His heart was beating like a drum, and an inexplicable panic struck his chest, making him palpitate uncomfortably.
"Quickly report to General Yuan Xin that the enemy is deceiving us. We must not be impulsive and reckless."
Nie Xun asked the soldier to pass the message, but Yuan Xin did not take his words to heart at all.
What right did a scholar, who only knew how to talk empty words, have to give orders on the battlefield?
A strategist's responsibility was to come up with strategies. The main battlefield was the general's home ground. Nie Xun should not be a noisy guest and usurp the host.
"Tell Military Advisor Nie that I know what I'm doing. There's no need for him to worry too much. Just wait for the celebration banquet tonight!" Yuan Xin responded casually. "Moreover, how can a military order be changed so easily? The situation on the battlefield is ever-changing, and opportunities are fleeting. I can't listen to him completely. "
If Feng Jin had not secretly tricked Nie Xun and caused all of Nie Xun's schemes to fail, Yuan Xin's trust in him would not have fallen to rock bottom.
When Nie Xun heard the soldier's reply, his chest thumped harder and harder. The frequency was also frighteningly high.
However, Yuan Xin was the main general. Although Nie Xun had military power, he could not keep Yuan Xin in check.
Yuan Xin was unwilling to listen, and he could not press his head to make him obey.
"Obstinate and self-opinionated …" Nie Xun was so angry that the veins on his forehead were bulging. He gritted his teeth and said, "Such a boorish man will not have a good end!"
His voice was very soft. The surrounding shouts were like thunder, but no one heard him.
Jiang Pengji pointed at the battlefield and said, "Jing Rong, look at them. Don't they look like black sesame porridge?"
Yang Si was speechless.
What porridge?
His lord paid attention to the situation on the battlefield and gave orders. The messengers who received orders and waved the battle flags and the soldiers who beat the drums also changed the rhythm of the drums. The generals and soldiers who were fighting at the front heard the movement and understood it. On one hand, they let the enemy rush in, and on the other, they closed the gap in the front line.
Others closed the door to beat the dogs, but Jiang Pengji closed the door to kill.
She smiled and said, "Our soldiers' battle formation is tight, like a thick black sesame porridge that cannot be poured out. The enemy's formation seemed to be strict, but they had overexerted themselves and were eager for quick success. After several exchanges of attacks, the formation has become more and more loose, which is just the right time to thin them out. Encircle them and break them one by one. "
Yang Si glanced at the battlefield. From time to time, blood would soar into the sky, heads would fly everywhere, and the ground would be covered with broken limbs and bones.
He said in a pleading tone, "My Lord, can we change the analogy?"
Yang Si also liked to drink black sesame porridge. The doctor said that drinking more black sesame could slow down aging and reduce white hair. However, his lord seemed to be going against him. She deliberately used black sesame porridge as a metaphor for the dense mass of heads on the battlefield, which made Yang Si lose all his appetite.
Jiang Pengji asked, "Not my image?"
Yang Si's face was cold. "The image is perfect."
It successfully made Yang Si feel disgusted with the black sesame porridge. He felt that in the future, whenever he saw the black sesame porridge, he would subconsciously think of the human heads crowding around it.
Although the metaphor was a little disgusting, Jiang Pengji was right.
What effect would individual heroism have on a battlefield of 100,000 soldiers?
Like a drop of water flowing into the ocean.
Only their tacit cooperation and imposing manner could allow them to win this battle.
"Combine!" Jiang Pengji gave another order. "Attack!"
The messenger who passed the order made a signal signal, and the rhythm of the war drums changed again. It was as rapid as a rainstorm.
The shield soldiers at the front line tightened their defensive line according to the order. While they killed the enemy, they combined their shields into two rows, which were at least 10 feet tall!
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