Outside the city.
At the foot of West Mountain.
The tents that stretched for dozens of miles were stationed with 90% of the elites of the dynasty, 100,000 palace guards, and 300,000 troops from the Three Rivers Five Schools.
After the Northern Expedition Plan was finalized, countless supplies and rations were transported here to restore the military's peak strength.
As time passed, the murderous aura in the camp became more and more intense. When ordinary people accidentally entered, they would feel an inexplicable chill as if they were being stabbed by swords.
As the commander of the Brocade Guard, if Jia Xu was not suppressed by the imperial edict, he would never have wanted to step into this place.
The reason was simple.
When the Embroidered Uniform Guards were first established, His Majesty gave him the power to freely transfer elites from all sides. Jia Xu certainly did not waste it.
After circling around the palace guards and the Three Rivers Five Commanders, he had taken away ten thousand of the most elite soldiers of the two armies.
Not long after.
Jia Xu was listed as the most unpopular person in the entire military.
"Marshal Huangfu, do you want military merits or not?”
The commander smiled awkwardly.
Standing beside the old general, he carefully scanned his surroundings with his peripheral vision, afraid that an angry general would suddenly stab him.
"Yes!"
Huangfu Song answered straightforwardly.
However, his face remained the same. It was obvious that he was still brooding over the fact that all the elites had been transferred.
They were the backbone of the military, the backbone of the big man. To him, who was an old man who valued the military above all else, it was absolutely unforgivable that they were all sent over to get information and blackmail.
"Here!"
Jia Xu took out the scroll and handed it over respectfully.
After a while.
No one picked up.
The situation was very awkward.
"Let me see!"
Lu Zhi and Lu Daru, who were standing at the side, couldn't bear to see a junior being made difficult, so they took it from him.
With a glance, he immediately became spirited.
"Lu Daru, not bad, right?"
The commander climbed up the pole, wanting to take the route of a good old man and slowly plot.
"Yo, close to a million heads. That's a pretty good military merit!”
Lu Zhi said with a faint smile.
Just this sentence scared Jia Xu so much that he broke out in a cold sweat. He smiled bitterly and said,"Lu Daru, such heartless words don't sound like words from a scholar's mouth!”
"I am educated, but I am not a scholar. Commander, when you exterminated the Yellow Turban rebellion, the most powerful thing you did was to kill.”
Lu Daru put away the painting and said the most terrifying words in the most flat tone. Seeing that Jia Xu was about to shrink into a ball, he smiled and said,"It's all in the past. Commander, don't be nervous. I can roughly guess your purpose for coming here personally.”
Jinyiwei.
After all, it was an intelligence organization.
Even if they transferred a large number of military elites away, they would be trained in assassination, poisoning, and other underhanded methods.
For example, he could not understand the matter of encircling the remnants of the Yellow Turban army head-on.
"Great scholar, you're smart!"
Jia Xu gave a fake smile as he praised and probed,"How much do you think we can borrow?"
"Not a single soldier."
"Great Scholar, you must be joking!"
"There are still many things to learn about martial arts, so I don't have time to joke with the commander.”
Lu Daru was extremely serious. He shook the scroll and said seriously,"Since the military merits have already been handed over here, it will be handled by the military. It can also be considered as the Jinyiwei returning the favor to the military.”
"No problem!"
Jia Xu was not from the military and was not interested in military merits. It would be best if the military could take over. He asked,"How many troops is the military prepared to send to eliminate the remaining Yellow Turban evils?”
"Ten thousand is enough."
"Lu Da Ru, are you bullying me?”
"Let's wait and see."
……
Black Mountain, Jizhou.
It was more than 500 miles away from Luoyang.
The light cavalry advanced at full speed and arrived in two days.
"Lu Daru, didn't you say you would bring 10,000 people?”
Jia Xu wasn't in the military, but his math was pretty good. He bounced his butt on the horse and followed the army.
However, the further north they went, the fewer soldiers they found behind them. At the foot of the black mountain, there were only about 2,000 soldiers left.
As for the Black Mountain Army.
Incomplete statistics showed that there were about 500,000 people. Excluding the old, weak, sick, and young, there were about 200,000 people who could fight.
Two thousand versus two hundred thousand.
Jia Xu felt that Lu Daru's brain was fried. He was courting death, so he shouldn't bring him along.
"If you dare to disturb the morale of the army again, behead!"
Lu Daru was wearing a military uniform and holding a three-foot-long sword. He glanced at him and replied coldly.
The killing intent in the air clearly told Jia Xu that this was not a joke.
"Reorganize the entire army!"
"Tomorrow at fifteen o'clock, we will go up the mountain!"
"Men with medals, horses with bells, wait for the order to attack!”
Lu Daru methodically issued the military order, then looked at Jia Xu and ordered,""The Embroidered Uniform Guards will begin to set up the beheading plan and the alchemical fire oil.
There could not be any mistakes in the entire process. They had to kill the leader of the Black Mountain Army, burn their rations, and destroy their weapons as soon as the battle began.
Can you do it?"
"Yes!"
Jia Xu collected his thoughts and performed a standard military salute. At this moment, he was a soldier.
……
The next day.
Before dawn.
The world entered its darkest moment.
A group of people wearing night clothes and holding knives in their mouths quickly passed through the secret passage. They removed the mud cover above their heads and quietly entered a room that reeked of alcohol.
Puchi!
The scimitar cut open his neck, and blood instantly sprayed out. The hung-over person suddenly woke up and began to struggle.
However, someone had already covered his mouth and pressed down on his hands and feet to ensure that he would not make a single sound.
He lost a large amount of blood, and his consciousness slowly dissipated. The extent of his struggle became smaller and smaller until it completely disappeared.
The leader of the Black Mountain Army, Zhang Yan, had fallen just like that.
Boom!
Boom!
Two explosions shook the entire black mountain.
The sleeping Yellow Turban remnants were all awakened. They hurriedly ran out of the tent and saw that the provisions and armaments were on fire.
The fire lit up half of the night sky.
"Kill them!"
"Kill them!"
"Kill them!"
Black Mountain Pass.
An important place guarded by over ten thousand Black Mountain elites was broken through by the cavalry.
"Shoot!"
Before the Black Mountain Army could organize a counterattack, an order that seemed to come from the underworld sounded.
Thousands of cavalrymen raised their crossbows at the same time. Without aiming, they fired five times in a row.
Two thousand cavalry.
Nearly 10,000 arrows.
Like locusts crossing the border, they shot into the remnants of the Yellow Turban army.
The powerful force often shot through the chest of a Yellow Turban survivor and then shot into another Yellow Turban survivor behind him.
The cleaning was completed.
A rain of arrows killed half of the Yellow Turban elites.
There was no sound at the Black Mountain Pass other than the sound of the warhorses breathing hot air.
The silence was temporary. The Yellow Turban elites who were shot by the crossbows but did not die let out mournful wails as the pain descended.
"Save me!"
"Save me!"
"Save me!"
The injured Yellow Turban elites shouted at their familiar comrades, hoping that they could lend a helping hand.
This was undoubtedly an extravagant hope.
The scene of purgatory on earth completely crushed the fighting desire of the living Yellow Turban elites.
The escape began.
The Yellow Turban elites fled in all directions. Some of them were blind and even ran into the path of the cavalry.
The blade flashed.
The Yellow Turban elite saw a familiar headless corpse by accident. Oh, that seemed to be my body.
The knife was sharp.
"Even if Grandpa dies, he will drag someone down with him!”
Some of them had gone completely mad. They picked up the scythes at their feet and rushed to the cavalry, using all their strength to slash out in despair.
Bang!
Flames splashed.
The collision between metal and metal was produced.
The sickle broke.
Faint white marks appeared on the armor of the cavalrymen, and they could not even break through their defenses.
"Ah!"
A familiar blade light.
The head fell to the ground, and the blood on the neck continued to spurt out.
"Go up the mountain!"
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