Ten thousand Long Xiang Army hastily broke camp and marched hastily toward Beimang amidst the earth-shaking bugle horn. Let alone the ordinary Beiliang soldiers, even Wei Fucheng and Dian Xiongzao, these generals with real power in their hands, felt that it was inconceivable.
Previously in the battle between Chen Zhibao and Hong Jingyan, the Chess and Sword Music School was holding a plate of bronze figurines and watching the battle from the side; the battle was full of ups and downs. After the battle, Chen Zhibao went to the green Pure Land Mountain to avoid the heat and heal his wounds. Wei Fucheng controlled one-third of Beiliang's white crossbow feather forest, while Dian Xiongzao led six thousand Iron Stupa heavy cavalry. All of them could be considered as Chen Zhibao's trusted subordinates and direct subordinates. This time, not only these two met, but also several young and strong generals who rose to prominence on the Liang Mang border by virtue of their military exploits also happened to meet together. Birds of a feather flock together, Chen Zhibao's direct subordinates and forces were divided into two distinct groups, they did not merge into one group. The other group was made up of civil officials, all of them were scholars and aides, who emphasized strategy and were light cavalry and archery, most of them came from superior family background. Both sides minded their own business and did not see eye to eye.
The whole world knew that the Great General Xu Xiao doted on his children. In the Beiliang Army, three elite brigades with nearly ten thousand men were named after his children. Only the eldest son of the first wife did not have this fortune. The Long Xiang Army, which had ten thousand men, was especially famous. It was a true cavalry that had been through hundreds of battles. Not to mention the position of the main general, even the position of the deputy general was always empty. In these years, Yuan Zuo Zongyao was in charge of the position of the deputy general, but he never interfered in the specific affairs. However, every time there were elite soldiers in the Beiliang Army, more than half of them would be sent to the Long Xiang Army to train. This cavalry army, which was between heavy cavalry and light cavalry, could be said to be the darling of the Beiliang Army. In the past ten years, there had rarely been a battle at the border of Liang Mang where more than fifty to sixty thousand men were involved. However, as long as there was a battle and there was military merit to be gained, the Dragon-Elephant Cavalry would definitely be the first to rush to the battlefield. They fought bloody battles and fought to the death, and had never lost a battle. This also gave the Beiliang Army an impression that in the future, when the hedonistic eldest son of the first wife became the King of Beiliang, he would definitely have to rely on his naturally strong younger brother to charge and break through the enemy lines in order to sit steadily. Otherwise, the eight hundred light cavalry of the Phoenix Battalion, no matter how valiant and good they were in battle, they would only have less than a thousand men. Once the Liang Mang Army started an all-out war, there would be tens of thousands of troops on all fronts.
It was Chen Zhibao who made the entire Spring and Autumn Period understand the horror of multiple types of soldiers working together in battle. When he was in command, it was said that his military orders could be accurately given to every one of the captains. When the army was in formation, they could advance and retreat freely. He had truly reached the realm where he could command them as he wished. Even though the War Saint Ye Baikui had a blood feud with Chen Zhibao for killing his wife and daughter, he still couldn't help but praise from the bottom of his heart when he faced the enemy. "This person's deployment of troops is flawless and superb."
Ye Baikui remembered that the current Emperor once stayed up late to read military books and forgot to eat and sleep. After the morning court session, he smiled and asked the court full of talented civil and military officials, "Dear officials, who can compare to Chen Zhibao in the art of war?"
At that time, the Beiliang army's reputation was at its peak. Naturally, the civil officials kept quiet and looked down. The generals frowned. Some of the generals who would become the backbone of the Gu party looked at each other and then looked at General Gu Jiantang. The latter kept his eyes closed and rested.
The Grand Preceptor of West Chu, Sun Xiji, answered expressionlessly, "No one can compare to him."
There was a small village on Jingtu Mountain that was planted with green willows. Until now, the village still didn't have a female owner. Over the years, no woman had caught Chen Zhibao's eye. The servants in the village were all disabled old soldiers who had retired from the army. Although they were servants in name, they lived a comfortable life. Some of them even got married and had children. These children, like their parents, didn't know that they were inferior. When they saw the general in white who didn't smile often, they weren't afraid at all. The women who slowly grew up in the village even had the mentality that there was no man in the world except for him.
Outside, there were rumors that Chen Zhibao had fought with Hong Jingyan, the fourth most powerful expert in the world, and had suffered a fatal injury. However, at this time, Chen Zhibao was wearing a white robe and his face didn't look withered. He sat on a stone bench under a willow tree. The village didn't have an outer wall. At a glance, one could see thousands of miles of yellow sand. There were young girls carrying plates of cut watermelons or a pot of iced plum soup. Chen Zhibao didn't say anything. The young girls were used to it. They stole a few glances and then turned to leave. They didn't want to disturb their master's quiet contemplation. Chen Zhibao was known to be familiar with poetry and books. He was full of strategies. His attainments in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting were not shallow. He was better than the scholars. However, it was rare to hear him speak in a scholarly manner. Even more so, it was rare to see him recite poetry with scholars. Most of the time, in Beiliang's army, he had accumulated a lot of prestige. He was second only to one person, so he preferred to be alone.
Very few people cared about what this white-clothed War Immortal was thinking. Wei Dian and the others were used to following orders, they never doubted him. Perhaps even if Chen Zhibao told them that he was tired of being a general and wanted to go to the capital to pull the Emperor down from the dragon throne, they would only cheer.
Chen Zhibao suddenly laughed coldly, because he remembered a lot of interesting things. When the smoke of war subsided and the curtain of spring and autumn came to an end, it was a lot of bitterness, but also a lot of interesting things. For example, the Empress Dowager of the Southern Tang was fond of theater. She called herself the Ancestor of the Pear Garden. She was so obsessed with theater that she couldn't extricate herself. She ignored the state affairs for ten years, mingled with theater performers, and was muddle-headed. When her country was destroyed, she finally said something clear. She wore an unsightly theater costume and sat in the Palace Hall.
Chen Zhibao's eyes were cold. He chuckled softly and said, "Theater performers who can't get much money. Theater performers have no loyalty, but those who watch the show have feelings? "
The Long Xiang Army raided Beimang without warning. The second son, Xu Longxiang, rode in the front, and Yuan Zuozong brought up the rear.
Xu Xiao returned to the military camp. An old scholar was concentrating on a game of chess. He was Xu Weixiong's teacher, the Shangyin Academy's Chancellor Mr. Wang. Back then, Hsu Fengnian had seen him play a game of chess with the lousy chess player Xu Xiao outside the Red-crowned Crane Tower on Mount Qingliang. He had seen the Chancellor withdraw his moves more than ten times. From then on, he had an indelible psychological shadow of the so-called national chess player. Mr. Wang boasted that he had never tasted defeat, but he was too much of a scoundrel in the marketplace. However, since Chancellor Wang could be Xu Weixiong's teacher, he definitely wouldn't be careless about the art of war. After Xu Xiao sat down, he wasn't in a hurry to urge Mr. Wang to play. He smiled and said, "On behalf of Huang Man'er, I thank Mr. Wang for secretly training the Long Xiang Army all these years."
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