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Chapter 1002 Meng Zhang Deploys Troops, A Motley Crew

Currently reading Chapter 1006: Meng Zhang mobilizes troops; the rabble is so engrossed in it that they cannot extricate themselves.

Upon hearing this, the tent fell silent, and several generals in the corner exchanged subtle glances.

Their forces consisted mostly of miscellaneous troops recruited along the way by the Yellow Turban Army in Luzhou since its attack on Qianzhou, as well as Yellow Turban branches of the Taiping Sect who came to join them after seeing the strength of the Yellow Turban Army in Luzhou.

"Order: Immediately transfer Peng Tuo's troops from the western camp of Qiandu, Bo Cai's troops from the southern camp, and..."

Meng Zhang suddenly chuckled, tapping his knuckles on the map at the location of Qiandu, and looked up at the vast night outside the tent.

"General He Man, the Taiping Dao spy who has been hiding in the Drunken Immortal Pavilion in Qiandu for the sake of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, should let his 30,000 'Yellow Silk Army' see the light of day."

He paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping over a corner.

Standing in the shadows, He Man shuddered, the gourd in her hand rattling. This usually drunken, wealthy businessman was now covered in cold sweat.

Since the Yellow Turban Rebellion, he had been posing as various restaurant owners in Qiandu. The 30,000 followers he secretly cultivated were mostly street thugs, good at bullying and dominating the market in ordinary times, but when it came to actual combat...

"Commander Meng!"

"We are willing to be the vanguard, but... supplies..."

That night, smoke curled from the small camp of Ke Qiushan, and the aroma of meat mixed with the smell of sulfur wafted out eighty miles away. Huang Jin stood alone on the general's platform, watching the smoke rising in the west of the city, his fingertips tracing the newly added gunshot wound on his waist.

"We haven't taken Tan Mengjun's head yet."

The henchmen of Pengtuo's tribe, wearing rattan helmets askew and carrying small black flags that read "Supporting the Yellow Heaven," and the small flags of Bocai's tribe, drooping from the night dew, carried serrated spears that read "Slaying the Violent," and the "Yellow Silk Army" of Mengzhang's tribe, holding gilded gourd flags crookedly, were all leaning together, and the smell of alcohol mixed with sulfur wafted out of the surrounding area, making them look like a line of drunkards.

Huo Qubing was wiping his seventeen-foot-long spear with chamois leather when he heard this. He looked up and narrowed his eyes into slits in front of his mask.

"This commander only requires us to do eight things: retreat with a commotion, seize the supplies, set fires as a signal, and the rest..."

"The Azure Dragon Legion shall immediately retreat eastward to the Calabash Valley to prepare to support the commanders. As for the reinforcements from Qiandu..."

Gongsun Ba's Fiery Prison Corpse Fang Dagger cleaved through the dawn, and eight Crimson Phoenix mechanical birds took off from the Xuanhuang Army formation, sulfur bombs and oil canisters clanging on their bronze wings.

"General Ran, do not delay! Let's see how Qu Bing's Xuanlin Cavalry breaks through the formation!"

The red tassel on the tip of the spear in my hand suddenly swelled, like a blood-red cloud sweeping across the sky.

"Use 80,000 rabble to exchange for the Azure Dragon Legion's rest and recuperation, and incidentally eliminate Meng Zhang and his ilk, who are Taiping Cult spies who are under orders..."

A playful smile curved my lips as I gazed at the various Ran Min flags displayed in Qiandu.

"Commander Congke, that's the 'Yongli Powder' that He Man had the Taiping Guard provide for you. He said it would give you the strength to fight tigers and leopards before you even take it..."

Peng Tuo clutched the brass buckle under his breastplate, gazing at the continuous, fluttering banners of Ran Min behind him.

I looked at the Yellow Turban Army's scattered formation and a warm smile crept onto my lips.

"At dawn tomorrow, I want to see the commander's flag of the Qian Army's small camp hanging under the spear tips of all the commanders."

A sudden commotion erupted in the Yellow Turban army ranks. Peng Tuo stared at the giant beast in the sky, and the small knife in his hand clattered to the ground.

A white-robed figure emerged from the darkness; it was Yu Ji, who now serves as one of the commanders of the Taiping Guard with the support of the Taiping Dao. The bronze mirror in my hand reflected a sky full of stars.

The night wind whipped up the commander's flag, and amidst the fluttering sound, the glint in the eyes of the Yellow Turban rebels shone brighter than starlight.

"Damn it! Are the hooligans I brought really going to be cannon fodder?"

Bo Cai reared up on his skinny horse as the Xuanhuang Army's barrage of crossbow bolts tore through the morning mist.

Zhang Niujiao, a general under Bo Cai who was accompanying the army, suddenly stepped forward. Although they didn't want to be the first to stick their necks out, it was clear that...

Dozens of miles away, Meng Zhang, who was rapidly mobilizing his troops, was grabbing his trusted captain by the collar.

"Send the signal!"

I tilted my head back and took a swig of wine. As my Adam's apple bobbed, the gilded signboard of "Taiping Carriage and Horse Shop" under the gourd gleamed warmly in the moonlight.

The captain pulled out a packet of white powder from his pocket; it didn't look like a very good medicine.

Meanwhile, at the foot of the low slope outside our eight-mile-long road, Commander Meng pulled hard on the reins of his Zhulong horse, its black iron armor and wolf head patterns under its double-edged spear gleaming coldly in the morning sun.

"Ding! Ke Qiu's skill Martial Mourning, Heavenly King activated!"

"He Man has a wicked scheme!"

Meng Zhang stared at the dark white powder in his hand, his lips twitching slightly. But then he saw white smoke drifting from the direction of the small camp in the west of Qiandu City, and suddenly poured all the powder into his wine gourd.

Meng Zhang gripped the red tassel under the wine gourd, staring at the blurry outline of the Qian army camp behind him, and clicked his tongue.

Liang Fang finally realized that he was right and was about to speak when Qiao Shefei secretly tugged at his cloak.

On the other side, Si Luoying's clear voice rang out from the other side, and a pearl struck the Xuanhuang Heart-Protecting Mirror, making it clang.

"Qu Bing, that rabble wouldn't even last one round of your charge!"

"Very good. Your grain carts are ready on the main road, and each cart is secretly equipped with sulfur fuses."

Bo Cai, standing beside me, remained silent with a gloomy face. Suddenly, the skinny horse on my horse snorted, startling the flag bearer behind me so much that he almost dropped his command token.

When Empress Meng's base martial prowess is 107, her weapons are a double-edged spear and a hooked halberd (+2), her divine steed Zhu Longma (+1), her skill "Martial Mourning" activates twice (+8 martial prowess), and her skill "Heavenly King" activates once (+4 martial prowess), Empress Meng's martial prowess increases to 122!

"My god, that's not fighting a war, it's like herding ducks off a shelf!"

"When the Qian army collapses, they will surely plunder the supplies, at which point we will launch a barrage of rockets..."

"Since this Duke of Zhenguo wants to rally the remnants of his army, I'll send him a few baskets of rotten peaches to wait for the infighting within the Qian army to subside..."

The Yellow Turbans clapped their hands and laughed again, while I drew an arc under the table with my fingertips.

"Order all units to be careful when looting the grain wagons! After looting, retreat westward immediately!"

Commander Meng roared, and the two thousand young imperial guards in front of him, their black-gold armor clads clashing in disarray, their four hundred lances pointing diagonally at the sky, casting menacing shadows on the rising sun.

Ke Qiu waved his hand, and the pearl under the starry sword tassel shimmered with blue light.

Huang Turban suddenly laughed again, and the Star Sword was drawn eight inches from its sheath with a clang, its blade pointing eastward.

Yellow Turban threw the jade dragon-patterned buckle heavily toward the direction of the capital city on the map.

"Yes, I have no other important matters to entrust to General Qiao."

Several ruffian-looking soldiers in front of me were stuffing "Yongli San" (a type of medicinal powder) into their waistbands, scattering the powder all over the ground, which, mixed with the morning dew, emitted a strange bluish smoke.

"He Man is indeed a brilliant strategist! The Purple Nether Team is willing to guide you generals!"

"Is He Man sending us here to our deaths?"

I rose and strolled behind the map, my black cloak sweeping across the shoulders of the generals.

"Form the Crescent Moon Formation!"

As dawn broke, a thin mist rose over the plains west of Qiandu, and several Yellow Turban armies snaked their way forward like colorful venomous snakes.

A ruthless glint flashed in Qiao Shefei's eyes, and the sound of his armor clanging as he clasped his hands in greeting.

...

"My mother's and fathers' armor is all rusted!"

Now, Meng Zhang, who commands hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers and can be considered a pillar of stability within the entire Taiping Sect, is not someone they can disobey.

As I turned around, a sudden night wind swept through the tent, and the torches went out and then reignited.

"Holy crap! This is a mechanical beast from the Mohist school!"

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