Chapter 1317 - 322: Chosen One_3

Chapter 1317: Chapter 322: Chosen One_3

Even with a single order from Lord Zheng, the main force might remain unmoved; instead, a subordinate can lead the barbarian troops forward. Even if only one in ten survives, even if they have to bite with their teeth, they could help Lord Zheng take down Yangshan Village.

In the past,

the Barbarian King relied on this skill,

to initially fight against the Situ Family, and then defeated the Yan Army once at the Wang River.

Actually, even during the defeat by Prince Jingnan, the barbarian army under the Barbarian King didn’t lose in terms of momentum and courage. During the charge, all the tribal warriors were actually prepared to die.

In the era of cold arms, courage could indeed ignite a significant amount of combat power.

Unfortunately, they encountered the two elite field armies of Yan, which were not inferior in courage and momentum, and whose battlefield qualities and abilities far surpassed the patched-together troops of the barbarian army. Eventually, under Prince Jingnan’s surgical strategy, the army collapsed.

"Was it worth it?"

Lord Zheng suddenly asked.

Lord Zheng didn’t care about the barbarian slave soldiers, and he knew the Barbarian King didn’t either.

But Lord Zheng was also aware that the Barbarian King certainly valued the "Death Riders" he could reorganize and arm again.

The Barbarian King once said that the most idealistic and ambitious generation of barbarians on the snowfields had been sacrificed by him, and now only short-sighted folks remained.

But that said, nothing is absolute. The snowfields are vast, and he could still pick up the leftover gems.

Lord Zheng didn’t believe the Barbarian King had completely surrendered to him, becoming a thorough puppet.

If that were the case, the Barbarian King wouldn’t be the Barbarian King anymore.

"My lord, pained, somewhat pained, but it’s worth it."

As he spoke,

the Barbarian King smiled,

and said:

"I once talked with General Jin Shuke, under the lord’s command, and Mr. Bei was there too.

I know that initially, in your eyes, my lord, the barbarians didn’t count for much."

Lord Zheng remained noncommittal.

"People, you see, have close and distant connections; this is human nature. Those in power need even more the sense of closeness and distance, to give benefits and favors to those close to them, or else no one would support you.

What I need to do now is to trade the lives of barbarians for your, my lord’s, recognition."

"Recognition?"

"I believe that after offering enough, it will eventually make you consider the barbarians as one of your own."

"That, I can’t guarantee."

"But my lord, you are doing just that. Among your troops, there are few Yan people, and a lot of Jin and barbarians. Scholars like to say there should be no discrimination in education, but in my view, you are the one who truly practices that."

"The reason there are few Yan under my command, you know why."

"That’s just the cause. A cause is a point, an effect is also a point, but between the cause and effect, there’s a long, long line. This is what Buddhist monks like to say."

"You, go prepare."

"I, thank you, Lord Zheng."

The Barbarian King didn’t leave,

but spoke again:

"My lord, there’s one more thing."

"Speak."

"This charge, with all eyes on us, using barbarians as the vanguard to assault the village; in the eyes of other generals, it’s a masterstroke, they’ll only admire you for using your troops skillfully;

but,

there’s one who won’t be deceived. My lord, you should give them an early notice."

"I understand."

"Then, I take my leave."

Despite saying he’d leave, Gou Moli didn’t go.

Zheng Fan looked at him,

and he looked at Zheng Fan,

after a while,

Gou Moli pointed behind himself,

and said:

"I, am I going among the barbarians?"

"Go ahead."

"I, am I really to go?"

"You don’t want to go?"

"No, no, it’s just that happiness came too suddenly, I suddenly feel a bit unreal."

"Then don’t go."

"No, no, I was wrong, I was wrong. My lord, to be honest, you’re really trusting. Aren’t you afraid that something might happen to me on the day of the attack?"

"Are you defaming yourself? Or suddenly feeling jaded with life?"

"I was just joking with you, my lord, just joking."

"On the day of storming the village, a million troops will press on, I’ll give you three thousand barbarian riders, what can you do? Rebel on the battlefield and capture me for the Chu people?

Tell me, after capturing me and sending me to the Chu people, will you die or will I?"

After all,

I am, after all, the Chu State’s son-in-law.

When I went to Yanjing, the Regent even sent Jing Renli to deliver the attire of a princess and a son-in-law.

"Hehehe."

The Barbarian King laughed,

stood up,

and said:

"Those Chu people, truly they’ve got it tough."

With that,

Gou Moli slapped his pants,

and said:

"My lord, just wait and see, Gouzi, certainly won’t let you down."

......

Not long after Gou Moli left, Liang Cheng came, with A Ming and the Sword Saint behind him.

"Weren’t we supposed to wait till evening?" Zheng Fan asked.

Originally, we were supposed to scout the enemy at the front line tonight, after all, a surprise attack on Yangshan Village focuses on timeliness, so there can’t be any leisurely reconnaissance for weaknesses upon arrival.

Essentially, upon arrival, after a quick rest and some dry rations, we’d have to charge.

The changes on the battlefield happen in a blink, any delay is the greatest disrespect to one’s safety.

Liang Cheng responded: "My lord, from this morning onwards, all Yan armies have increased their reconnaissance, now completely suppressing the Chu scouts.