The Great Seminary

Chapter 153: Wave Battle
I don’t know how much time had passed, but looking at the position of the moon in the sky, I was afraid it was already past midnight.

Suddenly, a young man walked straight up to Zhang Gui.
"Yang Longhu, do you still remember me, Guan Zhenyong?"

"of course I remember.

You are Brother Xihui's nephew, and you are the manager of a hundred people at the Baifan Trading Company's 'Jia Sanzhou Bureau', a purchasing agency for His Highness Prince Zhen.

How could I easily forget such a young hero? "

Although he was much younger than Guan Zhenyong, Zhang Gui still acted like an elder and spoke in a "kind" tone.

He also took out a red envelope.
“Guan Guanshi, happy New Year.

I wish you greater success in the coming year."

Although he is young, he is indeed related to senior people and has a high status.

So Guan Zhenyong took the red envelope with both hands without any objection and picked up a glass of wine.
"Thank you for your kind words, Master Yang.

It just so happens that my uncle asked me to pass on a message, wishing you, Longhu, a long and prosperous future on Xianrong Island."

Zhang Gui was stunned, and his eyes suddenly widened as if he thought of something.

Subconsciously, he looked up and carefully observed the height of the moon, and calculated the time.

He smacked his lips and thought silently in his heart:

“It’s true that after a long time of experience, you will realize that there is nothing new in the world.

But when it really happens, you still can't imagine it.

King Zhen's trick is similar to the one I used before, both of which were surprise victories on New Year's Day.

Although I didn't expect it, it seems like everyone thinks the same way."

He took the wine cup from Guan Zhenyong's hand and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he ate the dumplings as if nothing had happened.

Continue to wait for His Royal Highness Prince Zhen who will definitely not show up tonight.

The next morning, the sky was getting light.

After a commotion, Zhang Gui patted Lu Zhenduan, who was drunk and lying on the table beside him.

Seeing that he couldn't wake him up, he carried him on his shoulders and returned to the inn without saying a word.

He left Lu Zhenduan casually on his bed and was planning to go out to the street to find out the news himself.

When I went out, a hoarse voice sounded behind me.
"His Royal Highness Prince Zhen is probably already on Xianrong Island right now, after a fierce battle."

"Old Lu, you really impressed me this time.

He actually saw through King Zhen's plan at once.

But King Zhen’s status is so noble, how could he possibly go to the battlefield and fight at night?

Those who died were probably the 'elite soldiers'."

When Lu Zhenduan heard this, the veins on his forehead bulged.

Everyone knows that most of the students in the Imperial College of Ming and Song were both civil and military, and hundreds of thousands of new soldiers went into battle.

In the absence of a large number of veterans to serve as basic officers such as small star captains and level star captains, the new army serves as the skeleton and fascia of the battle formation, leading the new recruits to fight by setting an example.

You can only form a static formation, fight small battles, and wait for the team to be refined and formed.

This actually means using the large number of casualties among new recruits in exchange for time to quickly form an army.

It is a rather cruel method of "brute force".

And this is what King Zhen had expressed before:
First, transport the 300,000 under-trained new soldiers to the military port of Xianrong Island.

Then, relying on the pass between Cheonje Gukkyung Sangdo and Gyeonggi-do, they took the initiative to launch an attack and train their troops through fierce fighting.

At the same time, he tried to nibble away at Gyeonggi Province bit by bit. More importantly, he was accumulating a large army and gaining domestic prestige within the Ming and Song dynasties.

Finally, when he truly had control of the army, he created the image that among the many princes of Emperor Hezheng, only Prince Zhen had the ability to compete with the Yuanshan people and even defeat them.

At that time, no matter how reluctant Emperor Hezheng was, he had no choice but to choose Prince Zhen to inherit the throne!

So in fact, whether the foreign island country Han Li can restore its country is not important at all.

What’s important is King Zhen’s bright future!
But now, Prince Zhen hid it from everyone on New Year's Eve under the pretext of a "small court meeting".

The war started on Xianrong Island at night.

Such a carefully planned battle would definitely not be small in scale, and it would not be a fierce battle no matter what.

It can only be a "meat grinder"-like attack and defense. This is undoubtedly very different from the future direction in many people's minds!

"What do you think King Zhen wants to do?"

"Perhaps Mr. Yin and his equally enigmatic junior sister have given King Zhen ten times more confidence, making him feel he can pull it off in one go..."

“I won’t be angry just because I lost a naval battle, so I will just treat the Yuanshan people on Xianrong Island as fools.

"Eryang, eryang, I'm asking you sincerely, so stop hiding it and talking nonsense."

"Perhaps he's gone mad, or perhaps this great victory has awakened the nature of King Zhen inherited from his father, the Emperor of Correction.

Wasn't it that at first your Majesty's army was not as strong as the people of Yuanshan?

The country is not strong enough, but the people of Yuanshan are strong;

When the people are united, they will treat the national war as a game of mahjong and slap each other in the face.

How alike the father and son are now."

Lu Zhenduan was stunned when he heard this.

But he had long regarded his future and destiny as a game of mahjong, and placed all his bets on King Zhen.

I instinctively didn't want to believe that I had made a mistake.

In addition, the scholars in Dongshengzhou have had the cognitive habit of "the emperor is innocent, and any mistakes are all due to evil flatterers" since ancient times.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to me, and my eyes widened.
"Do you think His Highness has been bewitched by that 'Exiled Immortal White Porcelain' Shen Shijing?

That’s why he really tried his best to restore Han Li’s country, even at the cost of his life…”

“Stop, stop, stop.

According to what you mean, first the nine-tailed fox Su Daji brought disaster to the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and then the exiled white porcelain immortal Shen Shijing was preparing to bury King Zhen?

Such a 'wonderful' idea of ​​shifting the blame, and believing it yourself, is quite a skill."

Zhang Gui disdainfully interrupted Lu Zhenduan's words, thinking secretly in his heart:
"With Mr. Yin here, who in the world can deceive King Zhen?

But what is King Zhen’s purpose in doing this?

It can't really be the Emperor's 'ambitious, incompetent, and headstrong' genes at work, can it?

Although he didn't understand the meaning of the word "dumping goods", Lu Zhenduan could still hear Zhang Gui's mockery of him.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly changed the subject:

"I have to, no, we have to go to Xianrong Island right away."

"what?"

Zhang Gui was stunned.

"We must go to Xianrong Island immediately to see with our own eyes the outcome of the 'Tongnian War' fought between His Highness and the Yuanshan people.

Then we can make plans, right?"

Lu Zhenduan asked back.

Zhang Gui frowned and said:
“Don’t tell me yet.

But if I really went to Xianrong Island on my own accord, do you think I can still leave whenever I want?"

Lu Zhenduan opened his mouth,
"As the old saying goes, 'Without the skin, where will the hair stay? And without the nest, how can the eggs remain intact?'

If King Zhen were to be badly defeated by Wonsan's men on Xianrong Island, do you think you could still live freely in Zhihai Town?

It’s better to go and find out what’s going on so that we can take appropriate measures.”

Zhang Gui pondered for a moment and nodded slightly.

But in fact, he didn't really think that Lu Zhenduan's words made sense.

Instead, I suddenly thought of a meat grinder-like battle in which both sides would deploy hundreds of thousands of soldiers.

There will inevitably be countless corpses left behind.

Moreover, according to the divine power, the Nine Islands Garrison City built by King Zhen is now continuously filled with new soldiers from complex backgrounds.

And there is an 80% chance that these people will become corpses on Xianrong Island in the future.

It should be recycled by Zhang Gui and turned into consumables for refining stone corpse warriors in the future.

(End of this chapter)