Wu Jian walked into the room and closed the door.
Long Chen was still angry and cursed: "These bald donkeys have gone too far. The husband farmed the land for them to collect rent, and his wife and daughter were sent over to be slaves and maidservants."
"Does such a person deserve to be called a monk? Does he deserve to be called the Buddha who is compassionate? He deserves to die!"
Long Chen was wondering whether to kill all the surrendered monks, since they were all a bunch of bastards anyway.
In the end, I thought about it and let it go. It would be too cruel to massacre tens of thousands of people at once.
"Major General, please calm down. Western Xia is not as good as Eastern Zhou. The three, six and nine grades are very clear."
"The lives of the people here are actually not as good as those in Dazhou, or even as good as those in Nanliang."
Wu Jian felt a little strange. The young general in front of him was more concerned about the people.
Long Chen was always very angry about the suffering suffered by the people.
The former major general was not like this.
In the past, Long Chen was Long Ye's youngest son. He was pampered since childhood and had little contact with the people. He only knew how to kill enemies on the battlefield and did not care about the lives and deaths of the people.
But the Long Chen in front of him is different now. He knows that he cares about the people and cannot tolerate those who bully the people.
Wu Jian had no doubt that the person in front of him had actually changed and was not the same person at all.
He thought this was because Long Chen had grown up and knew that he cared about the world and the people.
Long Chen sat down, picked up the bowl and took a sip of water. It felt a bit salty.
The water and soil here at Zhenguo Temple are very hard, and the water contains a lot of minerals, so it tastes salty.
"Uncle Wu, please sit down."
Wu Jian sat down and Long Chen asked: "How were the gains today? How were the casualties?"
Wu Jian said: "More than 70,000 people were killed and 80,000 were captured. Adding the casualties from yesterday's siege, Xixia lost more than 170,000 people this time."
"Our losses here are very small. Yesterday, there were more than 6,000 casualties in the defense of the city. More than 400 infantrymen following the major general's night attack were killed. Our total losses were less than 7,000."
"Major General, you fought another extremely beautiful battle."
With a casualty rate of twenty to one, this kind of battle was amazing.
Long Chen said: "It was just a fluke. Deshan knew that Zhenguo Temple was lost and fled in a hurry. We were chasing after him, so the loss was small." "If we had a head-on confrontation with Deshan, it would be impossible without tens of thousands of casualties."
The monk soldiers of Xixia are not weak, especially Tie Yaozi, who is the elite of Xixia.
If the frontal attack was unleashed, the Long family's army would surely suffer heavy casualties.
After destroying Xixia, Long Chen still has to rely on the Long Family Army to destroy Nanliang. He must minimize casualties and is unwilling to fight a war of attrition head-on.
Wu Jian nodded and said: "Yes, in a head-to-head confrontation, you will stab me and I will shoot you, and everyone will die."
"That's why the Major General said that all warriors must use the right combination to win with the miraculous. Therefore, those who are good at making the miraculous are as endless as the heaven and the earth, and as endless as the rivers and seas."
Long Chen smiled and said: "The prerequisite for sending out surprise soldiers is that you are strong enough. If you are not strong enough, the surprise soldiers are useless."
The so-called four ounces to move a thousand catties requires the strength of a thousand catties. Without the strength of a thousand catties, how can there be four liangs?
Wu Jian said: "I just interrogated the monk officials of Xixia. They said that Deshan wanted to return to Bing Zhenguo Temple, surround the young general on the mountain, and then annihilate them all."
Long Chen nodded and said: "What a good strategy. If he is strong enough, I can indeed be killed."
Under the circumstances at the time, there was no problem with Deshan's decision.
Long Chen raided the Zhenguo Temple, and Deshan chose to return his troops to surround him, blocking Long Chen on the mountain, and then crushed him with an absolute superior force.
If this happens, Long Chen will fall into a desperate situation.
But Long Chen was too strong, and Hong Hui and Fu Hui failed to defend Zhenguo Temple.
Fuhui led his troops and fled, but Long Chen pursued him and met Deshan head-on.
If Deshan was strong enough at that time, he would have been able to kill Long Chen with hundreds of thousands of rebel soldiers.
At that time, Long Chen only had more than 300 people.
As long as Deshan can suppress Long Chen, the situation on the battlefield can be reversed.
The problem still lies in strength. The current Long Chen is too strong. He has broken through the Martial Emperor and realized the Emperor Realm.
As soon as the two sides met, Long Chen cut off Deshan's body with a sword energy, and the outcome was already doomed.
"No matter how good the strategy is, it must be strong. Deshan is dead."
Wu Jian said very happily.
In the confrontation between Jade Buddha Pass and Zhenguo Temple, Wu Jian and Deshan had conflicts from time to time, and both sides had grudges.
Long Chen said: "Uncle Wu, if you look like this, Zhenguo Temple has gathered a hundred thousand heavy troops to defend it."
"There are 50,000 troops stationed at Chiyan Temple, and the remaining 50,000 troops are guarding the Jade Buddha Pass."
"Deshan was killed and Zhenguo Temple fell. Shi Le will definitely raise an army in an attempt to recapture Zhenguo Temple."
"We guarded the Zhenguo Temple and occupied the Chiyan Temple to form a corner, supporting each other."
"I'm at Zhenguo Temple and you're at Chiyan Temple."
Wu Jian nodded and said, "Okay, I'll do it right away."
Wu Jian immediately went out and directed Han Ziping and the others to mobilize troops and horses for defense.
Long Chen was in the room and immediately wrote a letter and sent it to the capital about the battle. At the same time, he asked Zhang Qian and five others to rush over immediately to help.
The troops at Linglong Pavilion are temporarily stationary, and the Thunder Fire Legion is reserved for critical moments.
After writing the battle report, Long Chen took out the sealing clay, sealed the battle report, stamped it with his own gold seal, and finally put it into a bamboo tube.
Long Chen left the room and saw the Long family army setting up defenses in full swing.
After walking through several rooms, Long Chen found Feng He.
"Send the battle report back immediately, and send a message to Wanjin Tower to let them prepare."
Feng He took the bamboo tube and immediately arranged for someone to send the battle report back to the capital.
Ma Xing, the commander of Tie Yaozi, and Fu Hui, the head of the Wu Monk Academy, each led the remaining defeated soldiers and ran wildly.
Han Ziping's horse archers locked behind him and chased him for more than 30 miles, killing all the corpses on the road.
Ma Xing and Fu Hui had no intention of fighting, they only knew how to run wildly.
Finally, Han Ziping's horse archers stopped chasing, and their horses were exhausted. They each dismounted and lay down on the ground to rest.
Ma Xing's right arm was still bleeding. He tore off a soldier's clothes and bandaged the wound on his right arm.
"What's going on with you guys? Why did it fall apart?"
Ma Xing looked at Fu Hui resentfully.
Fu Hui sneered: "I still want to ask you, how come you are being chased and killed when you have more than 200,000 soldiers and horses besieging Jade Buddha Pass?"
Ma Xing scolded: "The abbot saw your Zhenguo Temple on fire, so he rushed back to reinforce it, but the Long family army took advantage of it."
"If you weren't incompetent, how could we have suffered such a disastrous defeat today!"
Fuhui sneered and said: "How could I know that Long Chengen suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain? You have seen how powerful that guy is. How can I be his opponent?"
Ma Xing wanted to scold him again, but he didn't know where to start.
Long Chen is indeed too powerful. Fu Hui is no match for him, and neither is he.
Anyway, both of them are useless. It's useless to scold anyone. That's what happened.
"That guy. What kind of magic did that guy use to kill Master Deshan in half?"
Ma Xing looked at Fu Hui and said.
His tone was still trembling, the unknown was the scariest thing.
Ma Xing saw clearly that Long Chen's sword did not hit Deshan at all, but Deshan was killed and cut in half.
Fuhui shook his head and said, "Do you know what he looked like at Zhenguo Temple? As soon as he appeared, Junior Brother Mingchan was split in half. He stood alone on the main road up the mountain and killed thousands of people."
Ma Xing didn't doubt Fu Hui's words that someone like Long Chen could do it.
The two of them lay down, and so did the other monk soldiers and Iron Kites.
Everyone sighed and felt extremely depressed.
Ma Xing asked: "What should we do now? Go back to the royal city or stay here?"
Fuhui said: "You can't go back. If you go back, you will die. Zhenguo Temple will be lost and the abbot will be killed."
"We will go to the nearest city of Yangcheng to rest and recuperate, and then we will report to ask for help. Once the king and his uncle's army arrive, we will counterattack and recapture the Zhenguo Temple."
After suffering such a huge defeat, Fu Hui did not dare to return to Xingqing City.
He was afraid that Shi Le would kill him in anger.
If you stay here, you can still get a chance to make meritorious deeds.
