The Demon Lords

Under the command of Lord Jingnan, the Yan Army transformed their formation during the charge, resembling a pack of wolves penetrating and tearing apart one’s own army from every direction, directly causing the collapse of their own command structure, followed by the self-destruction of various troops.

The casualties caused by the direct frontal collision between the two sides were indeed minimal. It was purely a matter of tactical and technical superiority that crushed them, producing a term,

A term once heard from the wild people’s king in the blind man’s mouth, cold-hearted yet realistic, called... generation gap.

The Northern Army was established more than a hundred years ago, built among the corpses of fifty thousand Qian State’s Northern Expedition troops, and in the following century, battled and hunted in the desert with the once-unparalleled barbarian tribes.

Each captain in the Jingnan Army was personally appointed by Lord Jingnan, and over more than ten years, Tian Wujing had thoroughly instilled his cavalry concepts into this army.

And as for myself,

For more than ten years, I endured in hiding, traveled the world, and in the last few years rose in the snow plains. Although there was a direct group of troops that initially followed me, the main army was still pieced together in a short time.

This really was a kind of generation gap.

Zheng Fan raised his arm,

He didn’t even choose to draw the barbarian knife from the mouth of his Pixiu under the saddle,

He simply raised his hand,

And casually pointed forward,

Saying:

"Charge the formation."

Calmly and naturally, as if without the slightest sense of smoke, just like when he sat on the steps in front of the Academic Affairs Office’s sign-off room filled with corpses.

Behind Lord Zheng, over two hundred knights immediately stepped out, began to urge their horses, forming a loose echelon formation to gradually increase their pace in batches.

Lord Zheng did not press the entire army forward since the streets, unlike the wild, offered limited space for maneuvering; fewer numbers in the charge would actually result in a better impact.

Those scenes where one raises a sword, loudly calling the men underneath:

"Brothers, charge with me!"

Then everyone swarming forward.

Firstly, it’s very foolish;

Secondly, playing like this loses the precision of war, and it lacks aesthetics.

Liang Cheng liked to fight steadily, maybe because the foundation of Lord Zheng’s family was always thin, which forced Liang Cheng to fight calculative battles.

Tian Wujing preferred rigorous battle; no matter how complicated the war situation, he could handle it with precision, like a master craftsman who, regardless of the war outside, was just orderly repairing his piece. Once the piece was fixed, he opened the door, and the enemy army was defeated.

Lord Zheng was more influenced by Tian Wujing’s tactics,

But it wasn’t because Lord Zheng thought Tian Wujing’s combat style was superior to Liang Cheng’s,

It was just because,

Lord Jingnan’s command in battle,

Really appeared so stylish.

Once, when Lord Zheng was just a commander at Green Willow Fortress, he only had a small group of barbarian soldiers under his command, yet they were trained by Fanli, that simpleton, to shout "Ula" during the charge.

Later, as Lord Jingnan entered the capital, commanding Lord Jingnan’s personal guard within the Prince’s residence,

Then,

Drawing the sword, sheathing it,

The surrounding personal guards cooperated in perfect synchrony,

From that moment,

Lord Zheng realized,

This,

Was the feeling he desired.

Living a life meant living with responsibility;

Two lives living, meant living with flair.

Cavalry charged, joined the battle, pierced the rebel force gathered ahead with a single charge.

While the armored soldiers behind Lord Zheng deliberately dismounted to fight on foot for the aftermath, and the first reinforcement that had formed a line immediately charged upon seeing their lord’s support.

In an instant, the situation near the arsenal was entirely reversed.

The rebels were determined to fight with one explosive momentum, but if this momentum couldn’t be extended, it stagnated, became chaotic, collapsed, and eventually disintegrated.

No matter the size of the battle, it’s the same principle.

In the past, when Zheng Fan and Tian Wujing rode into the Skybreak Mountain range, Tian Wujing once told Zheng Fan, fighting a battle wasn’t about thinking how to kill all the enemies, but about how to crush them.

The rebels tried to escape but were caught by the cavalry who had just charged through them, a blow with the saber, while many knelt down, discarded their weapons, and surrendered.

An officer cast eyes upon his lord.

Zheng Fan merely smiled,

And said:

"Leave no survivors."

It wasn’t that Lord Zheng was cold-blooded or murderous, but given the chaos inside the city, it required thunderous measures to extinguish. There certainly wasn’t time to methodically detain prisoners.

Besides, after a rebellion, not only the rebels died, but once the rebellion was quelled, a massive purge was inevitable. Charges of treason favored implicated executions, and by then, even more would die. Right now, it was just drizzle.

The rebels within the arsenal disbanded immediately after the Yan Army breached in, having nowhere to escape, they were all slaughtered.

As Zheng Fan, while stroking his Pixiu’s mane, continued to order troop deployments,

One route went to the West Gate,

Another route to various major household units to deliver orders, commanding them not to leave, nor to allow their servants or guards to enter the streets, only allowed to guard their own doors. Otherwise, even under the guise of helping quell the rebellion, they would be guilty of treason.

Another route rode with flags, warning civilians not to enter the streets; Ying Capital City was under strict control.

After these tasks were completed, there was really little left to do, especially since Lord Zheng received the latest news that after three thousand troops split to garrison outside the southern and northern camps, several thousand cavalry had already entered the city.

This wave of frustration would soon be extinguished.

Afterwards, it was really about locating and removing the sources of sickness.

This sickness naturally couldn’t be small; though frustration doesn’t burn well, its sparks are truly numerous, and absolutely not managed by rebels hiding in the wilds or civilian alleys.