The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 213 The mantis stalks the cicada
"Master, after counting, the total amount seized this time is 50 million taels of gold and silver, 3 million dan of grain, and 300,000 dan of iron."

"Two hundred boxes of rare medicinal materials, most of which are ginseng that are hundreds of years old. They were all recently picked and are very fresh..."

Flipping through the account book in her hand, Qiu Ju's obsidian eyes narrowed into a slit as she reported everything in detail, which took her a full half hour.

Every time a war ended, the money-loving Qiu Ju was the most excited, just like a farmer in the field looking at the wheat about to be harvested, she was satisfied and her joy was enough to last for ten days or half a month.

"Well, it's okay."

Pinching his chin, Shen Yuanliang spoke calmly.

Due to the continuous wars, the wealth of the Goguryeo nobles had shrunk significantly. It was beyond Shen Yuanliang's expectation that he could squeeze so much money out of them at this moment.

With these riches, Qingdi City can finally breathe a sigh of relief, and the strategy of fighting to support fighting can continue, thereby maximizing its own power.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

After a cup of tea, a shocking horn sounded, and many imperial guards evacuated Pyongyang City in an orderly manner, heading straight for Yan County on rune warships.

Along the mighty Yalu River, the warships that blocked out the sky and the sun went upstream, filling the river with unstoppable force.

"Jingguan."

On the wide deck, a huge stone as tall as Mount Tai faced the scorching sun and looked at the pyramid-like Jingguans on the river beach with a heavy heart.

Countless empty eyes stared blankly in the direction of hometown. Countless vultures came in search of food and circled in the sky. Waves of unclear whispers sounded in the ears.

He clenched his slightly rough fists, and Shi Tou's bright eyes were filled with anger, like a volcano about to erupt, out of control.

"There is no need to hold back in this battle."

Shen Yuanliang stood with his hands behind his back, squinting his eyes. A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and an invisible murderous intent spread out, startling the birds in the forest.

Jing means a high hill; Guan means the shape of a palace.

In ancient times, when people killed an enemy and won the battle, they would display the corpses and build a Jingguan as a place to hide the corpses.

Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty launched three expeditions to Goguryeo, and millions of soldiers were killed or wounded. Countless Han men lost their lives here, with corpses scattered all over the ground and even heads made into mausoleums.

Brothers fight within the walls, but defend against external insults. We are all descendants of Yan and Huang. Such insults from Goguryeo are intolerable!
"Boom!"

A loud roar was heard and the ground cracked. Countless corpses were buried and laid to rest in the ground, forming small hills with wisps of green smoke rising slowly.

Fresh fruits, incense tables and paper money are a token of comfort and a token of respect for the deceased souls far away.

"twitter!"

Fifty miles north of Wugut City, in a narrow valley, there are endless deep mountains and old forests on both sides. The sound of birds singing one after another adds a sense of liveliness to the deep valley.

"General, do you want to send a scout to check it out?"

Under the black banner of the central army, a young general came hurriedly on a short warhorse, bowed, and asked with a serious expression.

Changbai Mountain is full of mountains and valleys. If you are not careful, you will fall into the trap set by the enemy in advance. This rescue is of great importance and he cannot help but be careful.

"No, the situation is critical. The sooner we can get there, the less danger the king and his men will be in."

Waving his hand, Yeon Gaesomun looked around, curled the corners of his mouth, and said nonchalantly.

Familiar with various military strategies and having experienced the baptism of war, the young Yeon Gaesomun embarked on the path of becoming a famous general and the second-in-command of the Goguryeo military.

He marched all the way from Jian'an City to Wugu City, covering hundreds of miles, in just two days. He was on the road, just to get the first credit. As long as he could defeat the Blue Emperor Shen Yuanliang and save the officials and the king from danger, he, Yeon Gaesomun, would be a great hero and hero of Goguryeo, and it would not be a bad idea to replace him in the future.

"General, this place is high in the mountains and dense in the forests. There might be an ambush. Should we…"

Seeing that Yeon Gaesomun didn't care, the young general gritted his teeth and tried to persuade him again.

As an officer in the vanguard battalion, he built bridges over rivers, cleared roads through mountains, and even detected the enemy situation so that the subsequent army could march quickly. If something really went wrong, he would have more than ten heads left.

"Are you the general, or am I the general?"

"There are a lot of birds flying around here, which means there are no enemies in the forest. The situation is extremely urgent, so there is no need to waste time."

After saying this, Yeon Gaesomun, feeling provoked, took a whip and whipped him hard, one after another. The crisp sound echoed in the mountains and could be heard from far away.

"Boom!"

A moment later, Goguryeo's 100,000 reinforcements marched in groups of four, wearing simple short shirts, on the hard ground. Their armor and weapons were all on the carriages.

If you really have to wear heavy armor and march thousands of miles, even a strong body cannot bear it. You have to rely on your legs the whole way. The hardships of the march and the scorching sun make people feel depressed.

Many people even fell into the turbulent river, rolled down the cliff, or suffered from heatstroke. In just two days of forced march, the army of 100,000 was reduced to only three to four thousand people.

"My lord, reinforcements from Goguryeo have arrived."

In the dense jungle, Shitou strode over and said solemnly.

Thanks to the all-pervasive Tianjiansi, Goguryeo's military deployment was clearly visible, as if opening a God's perspective.

Two days ago, Yeon Gaesomun led an army of 100,000 to rescue Pyongyang City. Shen Yuanliang had already received this crucial news.

He didn't want to pay any attention to it, but whenever he thought of the Jingguan, Shen Yuanliang became angry and wanted to teach these arrogant and conceited Goguryeo people a lesson that would last a long time to let them know that the Han people should not be humiliated.

This canyon is the burial place of one hundred thousand soldiers, and it is an excellent Feng Shui site.

"They would never have thought that the young master could control the birds."

At the side, Qiu Ju, who was wearing bright silver hollow armor and had a single ponytail, smiled, with cunning in her lively eyes.

In order to avoid being exposed, Shen Yuanliang used the "Beast Taming Technique" to temporarily control a number of flying birds, allowing them to rise and fall as usual, in order to confuse Yeon Gaesomun.

In addition, Shen Yuanliang caught the enemy by surprise, so the 100,000 reinforcements of Goguryeo would never have thought that someone would ambush here?

"Do it!"

In a cave five miles away, Fu Cailin, dressed in a green shirt, clenched his pale fists and spoke a little anxiously.

If they did not take action, the 100,000-strong army would fall into an ambush, and the fate of the 100,000 good men of Goguryeo would be obvious, which Fu Cailin could not tolerate.

"Wait a little longer."

Yu Wenshang, who was wearing black armor, spoke slowly.

Although the action taken at this moment saved 100,000 Goguryeo soldiers from disaster, Shen Yuanliang was surrounded by a large army and was difficult to deal with.

Only the "bait" fell into the trap, and the armies of both sides were entangled with each other. Shen Yuanliang was alone, and it was just the right time for him to be like a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

(End of this chapter)