novelSusiti Chapter 451 Seeing Through, Silence
Chapter 451 Seeing Through, Silence
Upon hearing this, everyone inside the tent bowed and accepted the order.
They knew that Meng Zhang's decisions were always well-thought-out, and since Meng Zhang had already given the order, there was no point in having any further opinions.
Therefore, within the Yellow Turban Army, the troops directly under Meng Zhang began to pay closer attention to the changes in the water level of the Hanlan Cang River, ready to retreat at any time.
Meanwhile, in Qianyuan County, the Yellow Turban Rebellion was still sweeping everything away.
However, hidden within this rapid progress lies a subtle crisis.
The mighty Lancang River, about to breach its banks, is like a sleeping behemoth, ready to awaken at any moment and devour everything.
Just as Meng Zhang's Yellow Turban army began to deliberately slow down, and a subtle calm suddenly emerged from the surging offensive, strange fluctuations also appeared in the Taiping Rebellion troops on the flank.
Ouyang Jing, representing the Ouyang family, a clan that has ruled three kingdoms, wore a black robe embroidered with gold. His eyes, deep as the night sky, were gazing at the rolling war clouds in the distance, his heart filled with untold thoughts.
Beside him, Qian Xiuyuan stood tall like a pine tree, the halberd in his hand carved with exquisite dragon patterns. Each pattern seemed to contain endless power, shimmering with a faint light, reflecting his resolute face.
"Young Master Jing, look at the offensive of the Daqian army opposite us. It seems rather unusual."
Qian Xiuyuan said in a low voice, his tone tinged with doubt.
"Xiuyuan, you are no ordinary person either. Can't you see the clues here?"
"That Emperor Si Xiaofei of the Great Qian Dynasty is no soft-hearted man. His move is probably intended to use the power of the water to wipe out the Yellow Turban Army in one fell swoop."
Ouyang Jing smiled slightly, his gaze deep.
"Does Young Master Jing mean that Si Xiaofei plans to breach the Hanlan Cang River and flood Qianyuan County?"
Upon hearing this, Qian Xiuyuan frowned.
"That's exactly right. The Emperor of Daqian is ruthless and merciless; he will stop at nothing to achieve his goals."
"It's just a mere Qianyuan County. If it could replace the Yellow Turban Army and us traitors hiding in the gutter, it would be worth it."
"He was still ruthless enough to do it."
Ouyang Jing nodded, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
Just then, a graceful figure slowly walked over; it was none other than the Taoist Xuantong Master.
He was dressed in a Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand. His face was thin and refined, and his eyes revealed a wisdom that transcended worldly concerns.
Beside him, Chong Heqing followed closely behind, dressed in a plain robe, holding the Bagua Soul-Suppressing Halberd, his whole body exuding a faint aura of purity.
"Young Master Ouyang, General Qian, you're here too."
Master Xuantong greeted him with a smile, his voice gentle and deep, as if it could penetrate the fog in people's hearts.
"I have met Master Xuantong."
Ouyang Jing and Qian Xiuyuan nodded slightly in greeting.
"The army under the command of the young master of this humble Taoist temple has suddenly changed its offensive strategy, and seems to be considering retreating."
"Could it be that Young Master Ouyang has also discovered the Great Qian Emperor's treacherous plot?"
Master Xuantong nodded, his gaze sweeping over the Taiping Sect soldiers before him, and said meaningfully.
Ouyang Jing and Qian Xiuyuan exchanged a glance, their hearts remaining completely unmoved.
It's impossible that they were the only ones in the Taiping Cult who saw through Si Xiaofei's plan.
However, this group of people all chose to remain silent.
And this was exactly what Si Xiaofei wanted!
He had a keen eye on the infighting within the Taiping Sect. Even if someone saw through his wicked scheme, they wouldn't easily expose it or help their own teammates.
"Master Xuantong is indeed insightful."
"However, the methods of this Emperor of the Great Qian are too ruthless. Even if we know this, it is difficult to stop him."
Ouyang Jing smiled faintly, his tone tinged with helplessness.
"It's not that I can't, but that I choose not to."
"Young Master Ouyang, as a member of a family that has produced three dukes in the Great Qian Dynasty, are you truly willing to watch countless innocent people perish in misery?"
Master Xuantong gently shook his head and smiled at Ouyang Jing.
This old fox!
Ouyang Jing cursed under his breath.
"Master Xuandao, how could you not be aware of the internal strife within the Taiping Sect?"
"Even if I expose Si Xiaofei's treacherous scheme, how many people will believe me? How many will be willing to join forces with me against the Great Qian army?"
After a moment of silence, he sighed and said helplessly.
Upon hearing this, Master Xuantong smiled noncommittally and said nothing more.
"Gentlemen, the battle is at a stalemate, but I observe that there seems to be something amiss with the enemy's situation."
"The actions of the Daqian army are likely not a full-scale attack; do not blindly pursue them, lest you fall into a trap."
Ouyang Jing stopped arguing with Xuantong Daoist and turned to speak softly to his troops. Although his voice was not loud, it clearly reached the ears of every soldier.
"What you say is absolutely right, young master. Xiu Yuan is willing to accept the order and temporarily suspend the offensive to await the right opportunity."
Qian Xiuyuan, one of his subordinates, wore a unique suit of armor. The armor plates were inlaid with mysterious runes that shimmered with an eerie light in the breeze, like the brightest star in the night sky.
After Ouyang Jing finished giving his instructions, he was the first to cup his hands in response.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Taiping Sect, the Taoist Xuantong Daoist also sensed the subtle changes on the battlefield.
He held a whisk in his hand, lightly brushing his clothes, his gaze piercing through the chaos of the world, looking directly at the essence of the battlefield.
He held a whisk in his hand, lightly brushing his clothes, his gaze piercing through the chaos of the world, looking directly at the essence of the battlefield.
The Xuan Tian Guard, an elite force personally trained by him, also received orders to slow down.
"Everything in the universe has its own principle."
The Taoist master spoke cryptically to the Dharma protector Chong Heqing beside him.
"Meng Zhang's move is not an attack but a lure; how can we not understand his intentions?"
"Pass down the order to have the Xuantian Guards hold their positions for now and observe the situation."
Chong Heqing, a Taoist protector, wore a flowing Taoist robe and had a calm and serene face. He nodded upon hearing this, then turned around and relayed the order.
Although the soldiers of Xuantian Guard had doubts, they quickly adjusted their formation and slowed their advance.
At this moment, although the various generals of the Taiping Sect did not communicate directly, some of them made similar decisions without prior agreement.
As time went on, some members of both the Yellow Turban Army and the Taiping Rebellion tacitly slowed down their offensive.
On the battlefield, some enemy forces were suddenly plunged into a strange calm.
However, amidst this surging tide, there are many discerning individuals who have glimpsed the lurking dangers beneath the surface.
However, the overall situation is beyond the control of one person; the actions of the main force are like an arrow released from a bow, difficult to reverse.
The Yellow Turban army, like a raging storm, was unstoppable. Under the leadership of its generals, it split into two routes. One route, like an iron wall, besieged Qianyuan County, intending to imprison it.
The other route leads directly to the summit of Qianyuan County—Feihong Peak.
This peak, shrouded in mist and with its precipitous terrain, was where the Great Qian Emperor personally led his expedition. The golden banners fluttering in the wind symbolized the dynasty's final majesty and glory, and were also the key to this battle.
The Yellow Turban Army's move was aimed at striking at the heart of the enemy, capturing the leader first, and intending to overturn the world and rewrite history with overwhelming force.