The main reason was that the morale and discipline of the army were not good. They marched in a hurry to Longchuan, and the team almost fell apart. It was also He Chunhua's good luck. The team that first ambush the enemy's main force made some mistakes and did not alert the enemy. It was calculated mentally and unintentionally.
A lot of ordnance was mobilized in advance.
He Chunhua knew very well what the quality of his army was. If the combat power was not enough, he had to come up with weapons.
As soon as the ambush started, there was a hail of arrows and artillery fire. Two full rounds of fire suppressed the enemy, and the rebels on the opposite side were beaten into pieces.
Half of the down payment for military aid given by the Rongshan Sect was spent here.
He Chunhua also made a desperate move.
Well, when two armies meet, the brave one wins. When our own team sees that the enemy is too weak, everyone rushes up to grab the credit and kills!
As a result, their morale was greatly boosted, and they dispersed the enemy troops with roars and shouts.
When Commander Hu heard this, he led his officials to flatter him wildly, and praised He Chunhua as the reincarnation of a military god with unrivaled wisdom and calculation.
Qiu Hu also rarely praised him as "amazing".
He did not praise Chunhua's troops for their well-trained troops, nor did he praise his excellent tactics, but he knew his troops very well and knew how to exploit their strengths and avoid their weaknesses.
A strong army has a way of fighting for a strong army, and a weak army has a way of fighting for a weak army. This cannot be generalized.
Tailoring measures to individual conditions cannot be accomplished by those who study the art of war rigidly.
After three rounds of drinking, Sheriff Hu was about to raise his glass again when a red light suddenly appeared outside the window, turning half of his face red.
"Eh?" Everyone was surprised and rushed outside to take a look. In the night sky in the north, wisps of red light suddenly appeared, intertwining thinly and densely, and quickly outlined hills, fields, city walls, buildings...
But there is one thing: this vast scene is upside down.
At least that's how it looks from everyone's perspective.
Commander Hu asked curiously: "Why is it so clear today?"
He Chunhua glanced sideways: "Today?"
"Yes, there have been many strange phenomena at night recently. The city in the sky has appeared several times, but none of it has been as clear as today."
That seems to be a plain, no, a majestic city on a plateau?
Although it was an inverted image, He Chunhua's expression changed immediately when he saw the iconic triple door wall: "Panlong City?"
He personally visited the Panlong ruins and was deeply impressed by the Panlong South Gate standing on the plateau, which could be recognized at a glance.
"There was an explosion in the city." He Lingchuan narrowed his eyes and said, "There seems to be a battle."
Everyone could even see that there seemed to be human figures flashing in the alleyways in the city, but they were smaller than Doudin and couldn't be seen clearly. There were also some things that didn't look humanoid, but moved quickly.
What is that thing, and how did it appear in Panlong City?
The foreign objects in the city seem to be chasing humans. If they catch up, the humans will disappear.
The red light phenomenon lasted for two quarters of an hour and suddenly converged into a line of light.
The city disappeared, the figures inside disappeared, and there was only this red light rising into the sky, reaching up to the sky and down to the desert.
Don't look at it, it's only a narrow bunch, it can make everyone's faces glow red. The black-gray exterior walls of the Blackwater City buildings are also coated with a golden-red shell.
He Lingchuan murmured: "Good guy, this is too conspicuous."
It's such a big battle. Anyone who is not blind can see the living people around the Panlong Desert.
He Chunhua patted him on the shoulder: "Do you want to go on another adventure?"
Isn't the direction where the red light converges the ruins deep in the Panlong Desert?
"No!" He Lingchuan refused, "Dad, that's not a place for people to go."
He Chunhua laughed a few times.
He Lingchuan understood that the laughter actually meant "It's not up to you."
While everyone was watching, the red light suddenly disappeared.
Just as abrupt as when it appeared.
Sheriff Hu sighed and said worriedly: "There is a strange phenomenon coming from the sky, and there is a fear that evildoers will be born."
He Chunhua suddenly asked him: "What did the Great Shaman Zhaomandu say?"
Sheriff Hu said: "The great shaman left a month ago and said he wanted to travel around, but he has not come back yet."
Traveling means that you don’t ask me where I’m going, I don’t know myself.
"Really?" He Chunhua was a little regretful.
He happened to have many questions and wanted to ask the great shaman for advice, but he missed the opportunity.
He Lingchuan's eyes moved slightly.
Yes, there is such a strange man in the local area. He had just arrived in Blackwater City and wanted to visit him, but the house was empty and Sheriff Hu gave the same reply.
Finally, after watching the excitement and having enough wine, Sheriff Hu sent everyone back to the inn and then said goodbye.
On the way back, He Lingchuan saw three or four people sitting under a snakeskin shed at the intersection, and he couldn't help but pause.
Qiu Hu followed his gaze and his expression tightened.
Those few people were eating noodles, and they all quickly caught up with the basin-sized bowls, which were steaming hot.
He Lingchuan and Qiu Hu were both strange for just a moment, and they immediately returned to normal.
When everyone returned to the inn, He Lingchuan said to He Chunhua:
"Dad, those men who were eating noodles at the intersection just now were met by us on Hongya Road. They are not good people."
"How to say?"
"They are either soldiers or bandits." He Lingchuan borrowed Qiu Hu's saying, "We originally thought they would rob on Hongya Road, but they came into the city."
"These few people can't change the world." He Chunhua didn't care, "Heishui City is no longer under my rule, so I don't have to worry about it anymore."
If he were to overtake him as an agent, where would he place the governor of Hu County?
After that, everyone went back to their houses to rest.
Before He Chunhua returned to the house, he turned back and handed a cloth bag to He Lingchuan:
"Wu Shaoyi asked me to pass it on to you. After the rebellion, he retired to Yazhou, saying that the mountains and rivers there are beautiful and can be used as a burial place."
He Lingchuan sighed.
Wu Shaoyi's days are numbered. If we say goodbye to Yuandu, we will never see each other again.
This old brother had a rough life, with several ups and downs. His life can be said to be a microcosm of the past twenty years of the Yuan Kingdom. It is a witness to the decline of people's livelihood and the corruption of officialdom.
He is hopeless, but is there any chance that Yuan Kingdom can be saved?
He Chunhua was also curious: "What do you want these for?"
"I made a bet that I can get the old records of Tu County!"
He Chunhua snorted, knowing that he was talking nonsense. But there were only some old things here, and he didn't bother to ask anymore.
Entering the guest room, He Lingchuan opened the cloth bag and saw several books wrapped inside. In addition to the Tu County Chronicle he requested, there were also three ancestral histories of prominent local families.
There was also a note inside. Wu Shaoyi marked all the page numbers related to Longchuan.
In addition, Wu Shaoyi also wrote him a heavy letter.
He Lingchuan originally gave it a try, but he didn't expect that Wu Shaoyi could actually find the county annals and find information related to Longchuan.
Longchuan belongs to Tu County, but this place has changed its owners four times in the past two hundred years. In addition to Panlong City and Yuan Kingdom at the beginning and end, it has also been merged into two countries in the middle.
Of course, what He Lingchuan really cares about is Longchuan's performance under the rule of Panlong City more than 160 years ago.
Category 17 Typhoon "Dusuri" may attack our area head-on.
To prevent power outages and other accidents, I have scheduled automatic releases for today and the 8th.
Now it's time to prepare food and water, as well as some emergency equipment.