amaotonovel Chapter 1397 Petty tricks, all low-level tricks.
Chapter 1397 Petty tricks, all low-level tricks.
The more Yue Fei listened, the harder it became for him to maintain his composure and calmness.
When he heard that Lin Zhen had buried rocks and oil on both sides of the canyon in advance, and even buried tens of thousands of iron chains underground, he was shocked.
He was completely stunned.
He felt like his brain wasn't working properly.
He finally understood why the prince was so confident that he could take on 30,000 iron cavalry with only 500 men.
From the very beginning, those 30,000 iron cavalry were not enemies in his eyes.
Instead, they were a flock of lambs already inside the slaughterhouse, waiting to be slaughtered.
"Your Highness... is a divine being."
It took Yue Fei a long time to recover from his extreme shock.
He looked at the man who had stood there quietly from beginning to end, and uttered those four words from the bottom of his heart.
He spent his life on the battlefield and considered himself quite knowledgeable and experienced.
But this was the first time he had ever seen a monstrous talent like the prince, who could manipulate military strategy and human nature with such ease.
"Alright, stop bragging."
Lin Zhen looked at Yue Fei's expression, which was as if he had seen a ghost, and shook his head with amusement.
"It was nothing more than some underhanded tricks, nothing to brag about. It doesn't deserve such praise from General Yue."
His humble words, however, made Yue Fei feel even more ashamed.
Small means?
In the blink of an eye, 30,000 iron cavalry were wiped out; if that were considered a minor feat...
Then all the battles Yue Fei fought in his life were just like children playing house.
"Master Wang, please don't flatter me."
Yue Fei gave a wry smile and saluted Lin Zhen.
"Your Highness's talent far surpasses that of this humble general."
"Alright, General Yue, don't stand on ceremony with him."
Murong Yan, standing to the side, couldn't help but roll her eyes at her husband, who was acting all innocent after getting the benefit.
She walked to Yue Fei's side and helped him up.
"Now is not the time to talk about these things."
She turned her head and looked at the Red Salt Tribe, a sharp glint of imperial brilliance flashing in her clear, cold phoenix eyes.
"Although we have won several battles, the main force of the Northern King is still intact. We must return to Yumen Pass as soon as possible to join up with the garrison inside the pass."
"Otherwise, once we are entangled with the main force of the Northern Desert King, our small force will still be in grave danger."
Murong Yan's words sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.
Yes.
Although they had temporarily shaken off their pursuers, the crisis was far from over.
"Your Majesty said so."
Yue Fei nodded, a solemn expression on his face.
"Shall we set off now?"
"Not urgent."
Murong Yan shook her head.
She turned her gaze to the people of Daqian who had just been rescued from the Red Salt Tribe.
Their faces still bore the bewilderment and fear of surviving a disaster, but even more so, a deep unease about the future.
Although they were rescued.
But they lost their home and their loved ones, and they didn't know what to do next.
"Husband."
Murong Yan turned her head and looked at Lin Zhen, a questioning look flashing in her beautiful phoenix eyes.
Lin Zhen smiled, knowing what Murong Yan wanted to do.
He walked up to the thousands of people who looked terrified.
His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a ray of sunshine shining into everyone's heart.
"Everyone raise their heads."
Upon hearing this, the thousands of people instinctively raised their heads.
They looked at the man before them, so handsome he seemed otherworldly, a hint of confusion in his empty eyes.
"I know you are very scared and confused right now."
Lin Zhen looked at them, her voice calm yet carrying an undeniable confidence.
“Your homes have been burned down, your loved ones have been killed, and you feel like you have nothing left.”
"But I want to tell you."
Lin Zhen's voice suddenly rose a few decibels.
"As long as you are alive, as long as the Great Qian Dynasty still stands on this land, your home will always be here!"
"Now I'm giving you two choices."
Lin Zhen held up two fingers.
"First, you can take the cattle, sheep and grain that have been allocated to you, leave here, and go wherever you want to go to start your lives anew."
"second……"
A burning flame flickered in Lin Zhen's eyes.
"Pick up your knives, follow us, and kill all the beasts who trampled you underfoot and humiliated you at will!"
"Go and use their blood to pay tribute to your dead relatives!"
"Go and use their heads to rebuild your destroyed homeland!"
Which one will you choose?
Lin Zhen's words were like a spark igniting the flames of hatred that had been suppressed for a long time in the hearts of all the people present!
"kill!!"
It's unclear who was the first to let out a roar.
That voice was filled with endless anger and... resentment!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"
More and more people stood up.
The flames of revenge were rekindled in their eyes, which had long been numb!
They refuse; they don't want to live a life of ignominy!
They demand blood for blood!
Looking at the group of people before her, whose fighting spirit had been rekindled, Murong Yan smiled with satisfaction.
She walked to Lin Zhen's side, looked at him, and her beautiful phoenix eyes were filled with pride and...love.
She slowly drew out a phoenix-headed spear, its entire body jet black, the tip gleaming coldly in the morning light.
She raised her spear high and, addressing the thousands of passionate people, uttered the most powerful words befitting an empress.
"From this day forward, you are no longer slaves."
"You are my soldiers."
"The soldiers of the Great Qian!"
These four words resounded loudly in the ears of all the people.
As they gazed upon the woman on the high platform, dressed in a black and gold phoenix-embroidered gown and wielding a phoenix-headed spear, as majestic and beautiful as a celestial maiden, tears welled up once more in their long-dry eyes.
But this time, it wasn't because of fear and despair.
It was because of excitement and something called a sense of belonging.
They are no longer homeless slaves; they are His Majesty's soldiers!
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Prince!"
"I am willing to die for His Majesty! I am willing to die for the Prince!"
A deafening roar echoed across the ruins of the Red Salt Tribe.
Its soaring momentum even drew the attention of Yue Fei and his elite troops.
Looking at the group of soldiers before him, who had been like walking corpses one moment and had transformed into fearless warriors the next, Yue Fei's admiration for Lin Zhen and Murong Yan deepened.
"Okay, everyone get up."
Murong Yan raised her hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.
She looked down at the faces below, flushed with excitement, and spoke in a clear, cold voice that carried an undeniable power.
"I know that you are all burning with anger and want to find those barbarians in the northern deserts to take revenge."
"I am the same."
"However, revenge cannot be accomplished with just passion."
"You now have weapons, but you are not yet true soldiers."
"From today onwards, you will undergo the most rigorous training."
She turned her head and looked at Yue Fei.
"General Yue."
"The general is here!"