Chapter nine hundred and thirty fifth tearing the face
"Da da da"
The sound of horse hoofbeats came from far and near, and the 30,000 cavalrymen who received Lin Ze's order to return to camp rushed back from the east of Yangzhai City.
In Lin Ze's view, when the Confucian sage arrives in Yangzhai, the Han army in the city will definitely defend the city and will not withdraw even if they die, because the Confucian sage and Confucianism cannot afford to lose face.
Rather than letting the cavalry be exposed to wind and sun for no reason, it is better to recall them and recharge their batteries, which might be useful in a later battle.
It was not yet noon, and there were at least two hours before Shenshi, when the temperature gradually dropped. Lin Ze did not feel nervous at all about the impending war, and stayed in the camp to understand the Tao and complete his foundation.
Previously, Lin Ze relied on his great luck and destiny to forcefully break through to the third realm of heaven and man, to the point where his foundation was unstable.
The Taoist sage originally wanted to keep Lin Ze in the Taoist palace for meditation, but in the end, because of the constant actions of Buddhism and Confucianism, he could only let it go for the time being.
Regardless of Taoist Sage's attitude, for his own sake, Lin Ze couldn't just sit back and watch his unstable foundation continue.
Therefore, completing the foundation has become one of the two most urgent things for Lin Ze at present, which is as important as protecting his destiny from being broken or taken away.
Lin Ze, who was traveling in the heaven, suddenly sensed five astonishing auras coming from the east. He was instantly awakened, walked out of the tent, and looked towards the direction of Yangzhai City with a solemn expression.
Lin Ze was very familiar with these five auras. Not long ago, he had a fight with the owner of these four auras.
Meng Ke, Xun Kuang, Yan Hui, Ksitigarbha, and Jiang Shang, the five people who were previously defeated by Lin Ze and suffered minor or serious injuries, made a comeback.
Needless to say, Meng Ke and others must have been summoned by the Confucian sage. The Confucian sage's attitude towards Yangzhai City was really firm.
Thinking of this, Lin Ze was full of resentment towards Zhuang Zhou. If he hadn't stopped him, how could the Confucianists have sent the third realm of heaven and humans?
On the other side, Zhuang Zhou, who sensed the arrival of "reinforcements" from the Han army, hurried over and said: "Junior brother, the Confucian sage summoned five heavenly beings from the third realm to help the Han army. Do you still plan to continue this battle?
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Lin Ze coughed lightly and said, "Didn't senior brother see me show off my power before, one against five, and win a complete victory?"
Zhuang Zhou was stunned when he heard this, and said with a wry smile: "Junior brother used the destiny before, right?"
Lin Ze nodded slightly: "That's natural. Without the blessing of the great power of destiny, my junior brother, who is half-assed in the third realm of heaven, will not be able to match the five men of Meng Ke even one on one, let alone one against five."
Zhuang Zhou looked worried and said: "Junior brother, don't you know that excessive use of destiny will damage your luck? Tens of thousands of years ago, during the Battle of the Gods, the great merchants were still at their peak, and the human emperor Xin also had great luck."
"But Emperor Xin was very happy with his achievements. He fought continuously in all directions. Although he won great victories many times and opened up territories for the great merchants, the increase in his luck was far outweighed by the consumption."
"If things go on like this, their luck will inevitably decline, causing the Shang Dynasty to become unstable, and eventually they will be replaced by Zhou Dynasty, and they will lose the battle to confer gods."
"I also hope that my junior brother will take this as a lesson and not use his destiny too frequently, lest it end in difficulty."
Lin Ze waved his hand and said with a nonchalant expression: "Senior brother, don't worry. Junior brother, I have my own sense of discretion and will never make stupid moves like Di Xin."
Zhuang Zhou was silent for a moment and said quietly: "Generally, a foolish king will not admit that he is a foolish king."
Lin Ze...
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At Shenshi, the sun was gradually setting in the west, and the scorching breath of the hot summer had dissipated a little.
The gate of the Western Qin camp opened. Lin Ze rode a divine horse and led the way out of the camp, heading straight for Yangzhai City.
Fifty thousand infantry and 30,000 cavalry were divided into eight formations and followed behind Lin Ze. They stopped at a stone's throw away from the city wall without haste.
When the army stopped and became silent, Lin Ze shouted loudly: "The Lord of the Western Qin Dynasty and a direct disciple of the Dao Palace came to attack the city at the invitation of the Confucian Sage. May I ask the Confucian Sage, are you ready?"
As soon as Lin Ze's words came out, the Han army on the wall of Yangzhai City panicked. Some people looked directly at the Confucian Sage boldly and whispered: "Didn't Western Qin retreat? Why are they attacking the city again?"
"Can't the name of a Confucian sage scare the other party? What should I do now?"
The Confucian sage ignored Lin Ze and sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, letting the vast river of righteousness wash away.
Meng Ke took a step forward and replied: "Just use whatever means the King of Qin has. As long as the King of Qin abides by the fact that heaven and man are not allowed to take action lightly, Confucianism can accept any means."
Lin Ze smiled and ordered behind him: "Come here, pass on my orders and have the Shenji Battalion prepare to attack the city wall."
After a while, hundreds of soldiers in red armor came to the front line pushing thirty chariots carrying artillery.
Before the Han army could react, Meng Ke, who was well aware of the power of artillery, reminded loudly: "Everyone disperse."
Most of the artillery built by the Production Department were transferred by Lin Ze to Han Xin in the southwest region, and a small part was sent to Chen Ping in Yanzhao. Not many of them were actually commanded by Lin Ze.
There are only thirty gates, most of which were recently built in Chang'an by the Ministry of Industry of the Western Qin Dynasty.
Under the control of the Shenji Battalion soldiers, thirty artillery pieces were lined up in a row, loaded with ammunition and fired in one go.
The dark cannonballs landed on the gray city wall and exploded violently, sending bricks and stones flying.
Lin Ze said loudly: "What do the Confucian sages think?"
Faced with Lin Ze's provocation, the Confucian sage still did not respond, but Meng Ke said angrily: "King Qin, as a junior, how can you be so rude to my master?"
Lin Ze pretended to be surprised and said: "Didn't the sage Meng Ke know that the Confucian sage wanted to gain enlightenment by observing the cruelty of war?"
Meng Ke's face darkened: "How can anyone be so enlightened? Don't you dare slander my master?"
After hearing this, Lin Ze was too lazy to argue with Meng Ke and ordered: "Continue."
The soldiers of the Shenji Battalion had already cleaned the cannon bore with water, cooled it down, filled the cannon shells, and fired it again.
This time the roar was louder than last time.
Faced with continuous bombings, the Han troops on the city wall suffered few casualties, but their morale suddenly dropped to freezing point.
No one who is constantly threatened by death cannot settle down until he is already dead.
Meng Ke looked at the commotion on the city wall and Lin Ze, who was planning to keep bombing. He frowned and ordered: "Go to some disciples and destroy the chariot and the mechanisms on it."
Meng Ke gave the order, ww. More than ten Confucian master-level disciples floated up and fell towards the chariot.
Lin Ze narrowed his eyes slightly and said indifferently: "What does the sage Meng Ke mean?"
Meng Ke's expression remained unchanged and he said: "The Three Saints have agreed that heaven and humans are not allowed to take action at will, but they did not say that in the master realm, they are not allowed to take action. Does King Qin have any doubts?"
Lin Ze frowned. He couldn't take action in the Heavenly Realm. The Grandmaster could take action at will, so how could he fight?
As far as Lin Ze knew, the three schools of Taoism, Buddhism and Confucianism each had accumulated thousands of disciples at the master level.
The Buddhist Confucians directly used these disciples to fight for the destiny of the Han Kingdom in South Vietnam. The Taoist Palace remained indifferent, and Zhuang Zhou even bluntly stated that he would not send elite disciples down the mountain.
Without the suppression of heaven and man, which secular dynasty can withstand the attack of thousands of master-level disciples?
Seeing that the Confucian Grand Master disciples were getting closer and closer to the cannon, the majestic power of the Grand Master had already penetrated the body and was about to fall on the chariot, destroying the cannon and the chariot together.
Lin Ze sighed softly, drew out his long sword and swung it. More than ten Confucian Grand Master disciples suddenly froze, and then turned into piles of meat and fell from the air.
When Meng Ke saw this, he was stunned for a moment, then his blood surged up and his eyes were about to crack: "King Qin, you are in the third realm of heaven, how dare you take action against a mortal?"
Lin Ze replied slowly: "Have I ever promised not to attack mortals?"