A Noble Family's Romantic Journey - Chapter 695

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As carrier pigeons from the north arrived more and more frequently, tension loomed over the entire participating force before the great battle. After all, they were about to truly face the elite cavalry of Wu and Yue. The Wu and Yue people's reputation for being invincible was not earned through boasting. They had swept through Jiangnan, repeatedly conquered famous cities, and their bloody record weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.
To ease the soldiers' tension, Liu Lang and his wives spent their days inspecting the preparations of each unit with smiles on their faces, chatting warmly with the soldiers. A commander's composure and calmness can greatly boost the morale of the soldiers.
According to the scouts' reports, Cheng Shijie's 30,000 troops will arrive by noon tomorrow, and everything is already arranged. Cheng Shijie is fond of massacring entire cities; he is a cruel and violent killer, and countless innocent souls await his demise. Thinking of this, Liu Lang couldn't help but recite aloud: "A man should kill, kill without mercy. His immortal deeds are all in killing. In the past, there were heroic men, valuing righteousness and keeping their promises. They killed at the slightest provocation, their lives lighter than a feather. There were also tyrants and hegemons, killing indiscriminately, roaming the world, boasting only of their swords and spears. Now, to seek such men is futile, like trying to grasp the moon's reflection. Do you not see, when pedantic scholars rise up and brave men die, the land praises righteousness and benevolence? One day, barbarians wreak havoc on the Central Plains, scholars flee like pigs, and cowards weep. I wish to learn from the ancients, to revive the heroic spirit. Fame is like dung, I disdain the scorn of the benevolent. I carry a sword that can cut iron, and kill in a fit of rage. I'll cut flesh from my own flesh to drink with, my laughter startling even ghosts and gods." Ten thousand miles to kill my enemy, I'd gladly spend ten weeks of my life. I'd be a sworn brother of Zhuan Zhu and Tian Guang, bound by a bond forged in the afterlife. I'd leave through the west gate in the morning, returning with a severed head by evening. Exhausted, I longed for sleep, when suddenly the battle horn sounded. I bid farewell to my mother at the west gate; she grieved, but I did not. My life was dedicated to history; a man's life is never to return. The battle raged between heaven and earth, its brutality shocking even the underworld. Three steps, one kill; my heart ceased, but my hand never stopped. Blood flowed in the waves of Wu and Yue, corpses piled high on the mountains. The brave warrior, his battle over, wearily slept on the enemy's corpse. Even in his dreams, he killed, his smiling face reflecting the pale moonlight. Daughters, do not ask, how ruthless are men? Since ancient times, benevolence has often been used to harm people; righteousness has never been genuine!
Have you not seen how lions and tigers gain fame and prestige from their prey, while the pitiful deer are left uncared for? In this world, the strong prey on the weak; even the most justified are powerless. Do not ask, for men have their own ways. A man's way is to be ruthless. Action and benevolence cannot coexist. A man's duty is on the battlefield, his courage like a bear's, his eyes like a wolf's. If born a man, then kill; let no woman's heart be contained within a man's body. A man never fears for his own life; even in death at the hands of his enemy, he laughs in acknowledgment. A hundred battlefields, each one a place where he is willing to be among the green grasses. Men, do not tremble, for I sing you a song: To kill one is a crime, to slaughter nine hundred of Wu and Yue is to be a hero. To slaughter nine hundred of Wu and Yue is to be the hero among heroes.
A hero among heroes, yet his path differs: He sees through the fleeting fame of benevolence and righteousness, seeking only to display his might in this life. He craves not good reputation, but infamy; he would kill a hundred men in Wu and Yue without remorse. He would rather the people of Wu and Yue gnashed their teeth in hatred than have no one to curse him. Looking across the world for fifty thousand years, where is there a hero who hasn't taken a life?
This post, which has been widely circulated online in later generations, still sounds powerful and full of murderous intent when read aloud by Liu Lang.
"What a wonderful poem! It really gets my blood pumping!"
Princess Mingge praised.
"hehe."
Liu Lang chuckled softly, “I plan to have all the Song soldiers learn this poem. To hell with morality and righteousness! Killing to stop killing, violence to control violence, that is the only way.”
"Good, General's suggestion is really good. I'll do it right away. First, let those who can read recite the poem to the soldiers to boost morale."
Princess Mingge was overjoyed.
"Okay, that's a good idea."
The wind in the early morning and evening already carries a noticeable chill, although the temperature is still quite high at midday on a sunny day.
Bang, bang, bang bang! After the central army passed, a large contingent of troops appeared on the road, their steps rhythmic. The sound of hooves rose and fell as the Wu-Yue cavalry kicked up a trail of dust as they galloped forward. The Wu-Yue soldiers wore identical light cowhide armor, and despite the heat, no one removed their helmets. Looking down from the hillside, they appeared as a dark, swirling mass, like a dark cloud. The horses' hooves on the mountain road carried a faint sound of wind and thunder. This was the true elite of the Northern Yuan, their appearance completely different from the newly surrendered troops they usually dealt with. Thirty thousand men, carrying the murderous aura of ten thousand Wu-Yue cavalry, startled even the birds in their wake. They soared into the air, accompanied by the whistling mountain winds, flying far away into the distance.
"General, once we pass that narrow mountain pass, the land will be wide open. We will reach the city of Hangzhou in three more hours."
"oh."
Cheng Shijie gave a faint hum, looked around, and beckoned a messenger, giving him a few instructions. The messenger then spurred his horse and galloped off.
Upon receiving the order, the vanguard near the mountain pass suddenly slowed their advance. The front troops reined in their horses and quickly formed a semi-circle. The warriors on horseback simultaneously drew their bows, and with a whoosh, as darkness fell, hundreds of arrows were fired into the forest beside the mountain pass, as if a rain of arrows had fallen.
The leaves swirled and fell. The branches overhead suddenly thinned out, and sunlight streamed through the gaps in the tree trunk, dazzling the eyes.
The suffocating half-incense stick's time felt like an eternity. The Wu-Yue army scouts fired several rounds in all directions, but received no response. They then began to regroup and advance.
"Woo, woo, woo!"
A deep bugle call sounded from the cavalry. The cavalry suddenly accelerated, rushing towards the mountain pass like a torrent. Clearly, the Wu-Yue general was attempting to quickly lead his troops across the narrow pass.
A low rumble of thunder came from the horizon, very faint, yet it shook the earth. Meng Liang gripped the hilt of his sword alertly and looked up at the tall eagle perched on the earthen slope behind him.
High atop the watchtower, the soldier on lookout lowered his binoculars, quickly picked out a red flag, and pointed it diagonally to the northeast.
"All units prepare for battle!" Meng Liang shouted the order.
Smoke and dust rose from the army camp as soldiers, under the command of junior officers, quickly adjusted their formations, conducted a final check of their armor, and made final adjustments to their weapons.
The Wu-Yue cavalry arrived quickly, and the Wu-Yue officer leading the charge stopped to rest briefly. Then, with a whistle, he led his troops towards Meng Liang's forces. Halfway there, they abruptly stopped, turned their horses around, and hurriedly rode back the way they had come, forming ranks and awaiting their arrival. The bugle call then sounded.
Upon receiving a report from the central command that they had encountered resistance ahead, Cheng Shijie was not overly concerned. Although the terrain was not very wide, it was sufficient for cavalry charges. Field battles were the forte of the Wu-Yue cavalry, and as long as they were not ambushed in treacherous terrain, the Wu-Yue iron cavalry feared no one. Without hesitation, Cheng Shijie issued the order for the entire army to accelerate their advance.
Meng Liang stood in the center of the chariot formation, watching the Wu-Yue cavalry gradually gather, without giving any orders. The remaining Wu-Yue soldiers stood at attention like him, the entire position deathly silent. A suffocating atmosphere rolled through everyone's hearts, and many found that their hands holding swords were slowly beginning to tremble, then the trembling stopped, and their entire bodies stiffened instantly, filled with a chilling fighting spirit.
"Archers, prepare to fire! All other units, shout encouragement! Kill!"
Meng Liang suddenly drew his sword and let out a loud roar.
"kill!"
The remaining people of Wu and Yue spoke in unison, uttering a single word that resounded across the plains like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting.
The Song army didn't fire a single crossbow bolt or cannon shot, nor utter a single shout. What permeated the entire wagon formation was only an aura, a fierce and incomparable killing intent.
Today, the Song army has formed two groups. The first group is a square formation consisting of 20,000 archers and 10,000 swordsmen. The main force is 200 paces behind the archer square formation.
"Nangong Jianhu led his troops in a sparse formation to attack in groups, burning the enemy's wooden carts and searching for weaknesses in the gaps between the chariots. The entire army prepared for a strong assault, and after opening a breach, the whole army pressed forward. Kill them all."
Cheng Shijie, a seasoned veteran, quickly issued the correct order after a moment's thought. The barricades were nothing new; once an opening was created, these Song soldiers would be at the mercy of the Wu-Yue cavalry.
"Yes, sir!" Commander Nangong Jianhu replied loudly. "Follow me."
With a shout, ten thousand Wu and Yue soldiers charged forward. Their loose formation slowly coalesced, gathering around each centurion into a sharp, dagger-like shape.
Cheng Shijie nodded in satisfaction; this was truly his elite force. Swift as a startled horse, slow as a wild fox. The transition from slow to fast in an instant, coupled with the change in formation, was seamless. Only battle-hardened soldiers could execute such fluid movements.
The rest depends on the fighting strength of the Song army. Based on past combat experience, Cheng Shijie is confident that within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, his vanguard can break through the Song army's first line of defense and turn their seemingly solid defense into a sieve.
Hundreds of gleaming white crossbow bolts flew out from behind the Song army's chariot formation and struck the Wu-Yue army. Instantly, a large number of Wu-Yue soldiers and their horses fell.
"Divine crossbow?" Nangong Jianhu was taken aback and shouted, "Raise your shields and protect yourselves! The Song soldiers have divine crossbows!"
Caught off guard and suffering a loss, the Wu-Yue soldiers reacted swiftly, shouting and charging forward for their lives. They had only gone a dozen steps when another volley of crossbow bolts came flying at them, this time only felling a handful of men.
The wagon formation, constructed with steel wagons, was not without its weaknesses. The lowest point, the area between the wagon shafts after the horses were removed, was the weakest link in the formation. Wu-Yue cavalry, braving a hail of crossbow bolts, charged towards the wagon formation. Some hacked furiously at the wagons with their swords, others struggled to push the wagons aside under the cover of shields, and still others leaped over the wagon shafts to attack the Song army. A shout rang out from the attackers, and dozens of Wu-Yue infantry followed suit. Meng Liang, equally determined, led his men, armed with shields and swords, in a fierce resistance against the Wu-Yue soldiers' assault, while archers continuously fired upon the Wu-Yue army in front of the wagon formation.
A centurion from Wuyue leaped over the cart shaft and into the midst of the Song soldiers. His martial skills were exceptional; with a few swift dodges, he escaped the barrage of swords and spears. Then, with a swift movement, he felled a Song soldier to the ground. Just as the centurion raised his sword, he found himself attacked from both sides by two spears, and a crossbow bolt piercing his chest. Then, the centurion saw nothing more. His headless body collapsed to the ground, falling onto the corpses of the other soldiers.
In the hand-to-hand combat, 30,000 enemies were killed, but 800 of their own were lost. In the fierce battle, one after another, vibrant lives were lost in the blink of an eye.
"Charge, brothers! General Liu is watching from behind!"
Meng Liang charged forward shirtless, wielding a spiked club with tremendous force, and the Yuan soldiers fell dead one after another.
"Push forward, push forward! We absolutely cannot let the Wu and Yue cavalry charge over!"
Jiao Zan, watching the battle from a hillside, held up his binoculars and shouted anxiously.
After suffering more than 500 casualties, the Wu-Yue army's wagon formation was breached. Liu Lang, who was in the main camp, could see this clearly and waved his hand, ordering: "Beat the drums, have the first formation retreat, and the cavalry brigade provide cover."
More than 10,000 cavalrymen charged out from both sides of the main formation, brandishing their sabers, and roared towards the Wu-Yue army in the wagon formation, instantly separating the Song army's first phalanx from the Wu-Yue army. The Song soldiers in the first phalanx also turned and ran back to the sides of the main formation.

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