Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 449 Xie Ling Red Eyed Heavenly King Wuhuan's entire army was annihilated!
Jiangnan Road. Yunyue Lake.

It was already afternoon, under the afterglow of sunset.

In front of the Qi camp, the red military flag fluttered in the north wind, and the corners of the flag rolled up waves of murderous aura.

On the high slope, three riders on red-maned horses stood side by side.

"Father, we have been trapped in the valley for half a month. Why don't we attack now? We should have run out of ammunition and food."

A middle-aged man in armor in the middle said in a cold tone, "What should you be called in the army?"

"There are no fathers and sons in the army, so I am called to serve in the army."

The young general immediately straightened his back and said, "I know I was wrong. Please correct me, General."

An old man dressed as a scholar on the left said, "Xie Shuai, we have been besieging them for many days. Although we should not pursue them when they are desperate, we should wait until their morale is at its lowest and then strike them with all our might."

"As the Art of War says, when besieging a city, there must be a gap."

"Although our army has left the Yulan River, we have already hidden our elite troops on the west bank. Now the rebels are still fighting, we should wait until their morale is exhausted and annihilate them in one fell swoop."

The middle-aged man in the middle has a tall and strong figure, a red nose, vermilion lips, and a handsome face. At first glance, he looks like a scholar who is well-read in poetry and books.

But beneath those sword-like eyebrows, his eyes were as fast as lightning, and there was a stern and murderous aura between his brows, which completely dispersed his weak temperament.

If there were other people here, they would be surprised to find that this person is 70% similar to Xie Yuan - this person is Xie Yuan's father, Xie Ling, the Marquis of Dingyuan, who is feared at the border!

now!
Xie Ling looked out at the valley from his horse, and saw scattered flags in the valley, vaguely visible, which were obviously the remnants of the rebel army.

Since he led an army of 100,000 to the south to quell the rebellion, he has won three battles.

Although the rebels claimed to have 300,000 men, they were ultimately just temporary conscripts. Facing the elite troops under his command, they had no choice but to flee.

However, there were many martial arts masters hidden among this group of Red Eye Army, and even many of his generals suffered casualties.

The old man behind him looked at the valley below and said, "The leader of the Red Eye Army, 'Red Eye Heavenly King', named himself the General of Pingdeng Township and raised the banner of 'Returning the World to Equality'."

"We have been dealing with him for almost half a year. He is definitely not just a village head or a township official. He has a method for deploying troops. He has profound cultivation and has reached the ninth level of martial arts, 'Xuan Dan'."

"I also have the military advisor Wuhuan under my command. He has also learned from the 28 generals of the Yan Wang Pavilion and created the 18 equal generals. They are all extraordinary figures."

The young general on the right nodded slightly and said, "General, you are wise. The eighteen generals under the Red Eye Army all have unique skills. It seems like they appeared out of thin air."

There was a heroic look between his brows, and he was Xie Ling's eldest son Xie Mu.

"Among them, there are more than ten people who have reached the eighth level of martial arts!"

A tiger father has no dog sons.

Although Xie Mu is not yet thirty years old, he has already reached the eighth level of martial arts and is commonly known as "Little Marquis" in the army.

An old man nearby looked up at the sky, only to see dusk falling and the setting sun in the sky as red as blood, dyeing the clouds red.

A few sparse stars have quietly emerged, looming in the sunset glow.

"This thief is extremely courageous and will never sit still and wait for death."

The old man stroked his beard and pondered, "Our army has repeatedly surrounded and suppressed the enemy, and the enemy is tired and we fight and retreat, and finally we are forced into this desperate situation in Yunyue Lake."

He glanced at the endless swamps in the distance: "Although this place is high above the ground, it is easy to defend but difficult to attack. The only way out of the valley is to cross the river or break out from the west."

"But hundreds of thousands of troops are trapped there, and they are already short of food and grass. I'm afraid they have been out of food for many days. This place is supposed to be easy to defend but difficult to attack, but it has become a pocket, trapping them here."

"This Red Eye Army is also strange. Even if it is the Hundred Alliance Tribes of Changshengtian, once they run out of ammunition and food, they will most likely not be able to maintain such a high level of discipline and will collapse long ago."

"The fact that the Red Eye Army has been able to hold out until now is beyond our expectations."

The old man dressed as a scholar was a military adviser, an official of the governor, and his teachers were three masters of the academy.

He came from an orthodox academy and was well versed in military strategies. His military books were widely circulated among the court and the public.

After working with Xie Ling for many years, the two have long been in tune with each other and work together seamlessly.

The old man was particularly impressed by Marquis Dingyuan, who was a model of a Confucian general because of his calmness, clear rewards and punishments, and decisiveness.

At this moment, the three of them are discussing the final strategy for the decisive battle.

Xie Mu also nodded and said, "This Red Eye Army is different from other rebels we have encountered. They come here without burning, killing, looting, or occupying land... However."

"This group of refugees and farmers is just a mob. They can't shake our army."

The old man stroked his beard and pondered, "Although the Red Eye Rebels are trapped in a desperate situation, they still have the strength to fight back. Should our army surround them but not attack, or..."

"The rebels have been dormant for more than half a month now, and many of their troops are civilians, so their morale must be low. But if we leave them alone, the Red-Eyed Heavenly King Ban Sheng, Wuhuan and other rebel leaders will probably take the opportunity to escape."

Xie Ling nodded slightly. If they only surrounded the rebels without attacking, they would certainly collapse on their own, but martial arts masters like Ban Sheng and Wu Wan could escape unscathed. By then, the only people who would die would be the forced laborers digging the river, while the rebel leaders would be able to take the opportunity to become famous.

After the storm has died down, with Ban Sheng's ability, he will be able to gather hundreds of thousands of Red-Eyed Army again, causing endless troubles.

Xie Mu clasped his fists and spoke, his eyes flashing with fighting spirit: "Even when the Red Eye Army was at its peak, it could not stop our army. Now our army has won victory after victory and defeated the rebels three times. As the saying goes, the first blow is strong, the second is weak, and the third is exhausted."

His voice was sonorous and powerful. "The scouts and several Yuanshen monks reported that the rebels have long been demoralized. Many leaders are secretly clamoring to retire, and there are constant mutinies in the army."

Although this young cavalry general was already a high-ranking official and held the important position of Grand Secretary, the flame of achievement in his heart had never been extinguished.

He longed to be awarded a title of nobility and a general for his outstanding military achievements like his father, and earn another title of "Marquis Dingyuan" for the Xie family.

And now the Akame Army bandit leader Ban Sheng and others are the opportunity.

The old staff officer stroked his beard and thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Young Marquis, what you said is absolutely right. The Red Eye Army is now facing internal and external troubles, which is a good opportunity for our army to annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop."

He turned to Xie Ling and said, "The Art of War says 'attack when the enemy is lagging behind'. At this moment we should seize the opportunity to pursue the enemy."

Mu clasped his fists and stepped forward, saying in a deep voice: "Father, our army not only has the advantage in numbers, but also has a military formation specially prepared to restrain the ninth realm of martial arts."

"Yesterday, the academy secretly sent more than ten teachers to help, and the rebels are still unaware of this."

He looked at Xie Ling with burning eyes, "General, please make a quick decision!"

Xie Ling stared towards the direction of Yunyue Lake, but saw the dusk gradually deepening and the sunset glow as red as blood.

Mist rises from the valley swamps and sets in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Tomorrow will be a hot and sunny day.

He thought to himself that although the ninth level of martial arts was powerful and there were several top martial artists in their army, even masters from the academy, but the other camp also had masters, which would hinder each other.

As for where these masters came from, Xie Ling could only guess, either from the other three kingdoms of the Sui Dynasty, Changshengtian, or from one of the nine major surnames.

Instead, it was the army below that played the key role in deciding the war.

"Pass the order!" Xie Ling's eyes suddenly fixed, "Tomorrow, we will prepare dinner at 3 pm and send out troops at 5 pm. Everyone should wear red scarves to confuse their ears and eyes."

"The ambush troops on the west side will make a feint first, and Xie Mu will lead 30,000 elite troops to contain them head-on. I will personally lead the main force to raid the enemy's hinterland from the east!"

"I will obey your orders!"

Xie Mu dismounted and clasped his fists in agreement. The last rays of the setting sun shone on his young face, reflecting his ambition.

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Deep in the Yunyue Lake, dusk is all around.

A shabby tent trembled slightly in the mountain breeze.

There were seven or eight ragged messengers standing outside the tent. They were pale and thin, and their coarse cloth clothes were already in tatters, but they still stood straight and had bright eyes.

"Heavenly King, the military order has been issued, asking the brothers to take off the red scarves."

The leading young man said in a hoarse but firm voice, "Tomorrow, anyone wearing a red scarf will be our enemy."

The curtain was lifted, and a burly middle-aged man in linen clothes walked out slowly.

His face looked weathered, but his brows still revealed an aura of majesty without even being angry.

The calloused hands slapped the messenger's shoulders heavily, and the rough touch made the young man's eyes hot.

"Tell the brothers," the middle-aged man said in a deep and powerful voice, "You are all great."

The messengers' throats were rolling, but no one spoke.

They looked at the middle-aged man deeply, then turned around and left reluctantly.

In the distance, the last ray of setting sun was as red as blood, dyeing the mist above Yunyue Lake red.

A middle-aged scholar dressed in ink-colored brocade slowly walked out of the tent.

This man had a gaunt face, with a faint lotus mark between his eyebrows. Although he was not decorated with any pearls or jade, he had an air of nobility. At first glance, he looked like a noble son of a prince's mansion in Bianjing City, who came here to enjoy the mountains and rivers.

This person is none other than Karasuma, the military advisor of the Akame Army.

And that middle-aged man in linen clothes and with a haggard face was actually the feared Red-eyed Heavenly King Ban Sheng.

In stark contrast to the ferocious image of a three-headed, six-armed monster in the legend, he was probably the most inconspicuous one among the crowd.

Wu Wan asked curiously, "How did you know that Xie Ling would attack the camp tomorrow?"

Ban Sheng took out a military book from his sleeve and stroked the pages with his fingertips: "If you have studied three thousand battles, you will understand that the wars in this world are always a repeat of the past."

He looked up at the dusk that was gradually sinking in the distance, and said in a hoarse voice that revealed his calmness as if he knew everything. "If you read through this military book left by the King of Yan, you will find it difficult not to understand every move made by Xie Ling."

Wu Wan smiled and said, "Then tell me, if the King of Yan were still alive, what would happen if you could fight against him?"

"No one can break anyone else's moves? Or will you be unstoppable and defeat the King of Yan?"

He said this because Ban Sheng had proven himself over the past six months.

Before Xie Ling came, he had almost defeated all the military towns in Jiangnan Road with one blow, and even used clever tactics many times to defeat the enemy without fighting, which amazed him many times.

Although Wuhuan was in name only of military strategist, it was Ban Sheng who was in charge of all the marches and battles.

Ban Sheng shook his head and carefully picked up the book titled "Military Training Notes".

The paper is badly worn, obviously it has been read frequently.

"This military book written by the King of Yan when he was still the Grand Tutor only has 106,324 words, but it almost describes all the military wisdom."

"It's a pity that after the Tang Dynasty conquered Yan, in order to weaken the reputation of the King of Yan, they deliberately ranked him last in the Martial Temple... I didn't expect it."

Ban Sheng smiled: "Back then, the people didn't understand the imperial court's intentions and thought that the ranking of the Martial Temple was counted from the back to the front. The Tang government had no choice but to change Lu Chen to the second place and let the King of Yan take the first place on the right side of the Martial Temple."

He paused for a moment as he stroked the military manual. “The people mistakenly believed that the right was more respected, and from then on they only worshipped the right side of the deity.”

At this point, the wrinkles on Ban Sheng's face smoothed out: "Wu Wan, please don't compare me with the King of Yan. It will only make people laugh."

He looked at the darkening sky in the distance, "If the one leading the troops outside the valley right now is the King of Yan, I, Ban Sheng, will be the first to defect and surrender, and sell out the Red Eye Army to redeem myself for meritorious service."

There was a meaningful look in Wuhuan's eyes: "If you say you will be defeated by King Yan, I believe you. But if you say you will surrender" he shook his head gently, "I don't believe it."

Ban Sheng was already sitting on the bluestone outside the tent, watching the last ray of sunset sink into the mountain ridge.

In the twilight, his voice was filled with a rare sense of regret: "If the King of Yan were still alive, where would there be so many evil spirits in this world? I, Ban Sheng, should have returned to my hometown and become a farmer."

The night wind swept across the swamp, blowing his tattered linen clothes.

Ban Sheng tapped the military book on his knees with his rough fingers and looked at Wu Huan: "I, Ban Sheng, do not have the ambition to swallow up the world. I am not like you, Wu Huan, who must stir up chaos in the world."

In the twilight, his voice was somewhat inquiring, "What exactly are you plotting? Is it this vast country? Or do you want to kill all the nine families to vent your anger?"

Ban Sheng said slowly, "How could a son of a merchant who has failed the imperial examinations many times be capable of such a feat?"

After hearing this, Wu Wan smiled without changing his expression and said, "One thing is certain, my intention to help you is evident to heaven and earth."

Ban Sheng was silent for a long time, and finally nodded slowly.

Wuhuan laughed and said, "Speaking of strange things, you, Ban Sheng, were a ruffian in the county government, but by chance you became a village head. You are also proficient in military tactics and have supervised the Yellow River fortifications. Isn't that even more bizarre?"

Ban Sheng shook his head. "I just couldn't survive. Even if it wasn't me, Ban Sheng, there were others."

"The world has suffered from the nine major surnames for a long time!"

"Even if my class wins, there will always be someone to come after me!"

Karasuma stood still for a moment, and finally he turned and walked into the tent, leaving only one sentence.

"Tomorrow, there will be a rainstorm to cheer you up."

"Heaven and earth will lend you a heavy rain!"

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【Xie Ling led 100,000 soldiers to attack the Chimu army in Yunyue Valley. At that time, the Chimu army was trapped in the valley, and the food supply had been cut off for 15 days. The soldiers cut tree bark for cooking, their armor was covered with moss, and their arrowheads were rotten and blunt.】

[At dawn on the 22nd, Xie Ling ordered his eldest son Xie Mu to lead 30,000 light cavalry to attack the enemy's rear camp.]

【Suddenly, thunder cracked the sky, and heavy rain fell like arrows. The valley was filled with white waves. The Qi army was stuck in the mud and could not move. The remaining soldiers with red eyes climbed up vines and threw stones, just like a god descending from the sky.】

【Xie Ling saw that the front army was defeated, so he retreated to Yunyue Lake.】

[The Red Eyes Army had ambushed elite soldiers here long ago, rolling logs and rocks to block their way back. The 100,000-strong army was trapped in the narrow valley, 30% of them were trampled to death, and 50% drowned. The blood-stained the valley for three days, and vultures circled around it for more than a month, blocking the sun.]

【completely annihilated!】

[You have seen the report sent by the imperial court by Xie Yuan, his eyes are calm.]

[It seems to have arrived earlier than expected!]

(End of this chapter)