Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 1052 Too Smooth
Clearly, these defeated soldiers had just gone through several fierce battles, suffering heavy losses.

The surviving soldiers were all shrouded in a heavy aura of malevolence and sin.

The karma was so intense that it almost solidified, as if a single spark could ignite it completely.

There's a reason they were sent to hell, and the fact that they've survived in hell until now means they must have some extraordinary qualities.

However, the series of defeats left these thugs with a great deal of anger and resentment, like a volcano that could erupt at any moment.

If this situation is not addressed, a mutiny or rebellion could occur at any moment. This may be one of the reasons why Duke Zhuang of Zheng chose to go alone to help King Quanshi.
Wusheng didn't explain further; some things are better left unsaid.

Subsequently, the "Yellow Alliance" held its first formal meeting in a simple tent.

The main topic of discussion was how the two human sages planned their route to attack the Yayu stronghold.

Once this ancient evil god is resurrected, the first to suffer will be the Nine Springs and Nine Hells, and then he will surely bring calamity to the human world.

“Over the years, I have gradually built up more than a thousand men,” Wusheng said, pointing to the wounded and disabled subordinates outside the camp. “Unfortunately, we suffered heavy losses in the battle with the enemy’s search party, which is why we have ended up in this state.”

The enemy's objective is clear and cruel: to plunder flesh and blood from the human world to complete a resurrection ritual.

Their lair was not concealed at all, since there were only so many safe zones in the underworld, and those demons had no need to hide their whereabouts.

After carefully analyzing the situation, Xu Xuan put forward a bold suggestion:

"We are currently short of troops and our combat strength is stretched thin. We can hardly even hold this gap."

His gaze swept discreetly over the wounded demons and monsters in the camp.

"Rather than being trapped in this isolated city, it's better to abandon this stronghold!"

Surprisingly, Wusheng did not show any surprise or anger at the suggestion. As a seasoned king who had fought many battles, he had already made the worst-case scenario plan: if he couldn't win, he would run away; he knew when to yield and when to stand firm.

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"After giving up, where should we go?" he asked calmly. "Even if we evacuate, what can we change?"

This question precisely addresses the biggest dilemma we face right now.

"It's not an escape, it's a dispersed retreat!"

Xu Xuan emphasized the essence of this tactic.

"Have these soldiers familiar with the terrain break into smaller groups and gather intelligence throughout the underworld. Simultaneously, deliberately expose their movements to lure the enemy into dividing their forces for an encirclement and annihilation—"

"As long as we create enough strategic space, we can find a breakthrough."

Wu Sheng fell silent this time.

Although these subordinates were all heinous villains, they had followed him in battle for many years, and a certain degree of camaraderie had developed between them.

Moreover, after years of training, these thugs are now able to obey orders and can indeed be used for some time.

However, the mindset of a true king played a crucial role at this moment.

As long as the death is worthwhile, these sacrifices are not unacceptable. That ingrained ruthlessness and decisiveness has never changed.

Looking back, he was able to use open and honest tactics to gradually erode the hearts of his own younger brother, Shu Duan, until the final battle decided the outcome. Even when facing the Zhou emperor, who still held immense prestige in the early Spring and Autumn period, he dared to refuse to pay homage and even raise an army in rebellion.

He was ruthless towards others, except for his mother, Wu Jiang, whom he made an exception for. This was the only time he showed mercy in his life, but it also led to him being dragged into this place by the underworld after his death.

Therefore, the silence at this moment is not opposition, but a tacit agreement.

Of course, he had to ask clearly: "How confident are you about Mr. Xu's follow-up plans?"

The voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable weight.

He needed to make sure his men didn't die in vain.

Xu Xuan calmly took out the Nine Springs Map given to him by the white-haired monkey from his bosom, slowly unfolded it on the simple stone platform, and traced the route of advance on the map with his fingertips. "In all wars, one engages with the orthodox and wins with the unorthodox."

“Therefore, if I am formless while others are formless, then I am focused while the enemy is divided. If I am focused as one, while the enemy is divided into ten, then I can attack one of them with ten. Thus, I am numerous while the enemy is few. If I can use the many to attack the few, then my opponents will be few.”

This is a classic tactic for maneuvering strategic space and coordinating decapitation strikes.

The strategies of "The Art of War" and the wisdom of "Military Strategy" shine brightly even in this hellish realm.

The profound military strategies passed down from later generations impressed Duke Zhuang of Zheng, who exclaimed, "If I had such a talent in my time, what could I have accomplished?"

He initially wanted to say, "How many fewer soldiers could die?" But then he thought that in this chaotic world of warring states, such superior military strategy might actually make the war more brutal and cost more lives.

Well, those are things for the living to worry about.

Skipping over sentimentality, he cut straight to the heart of the matter: "If that's the case, where are our elite troops 'dedicated to one task'?"

This question was exactly what Xu Xuan wanted to hear.

But the Father clapped his hands and laughed, his eyes gleaming with confidence: "I was prepared for this."

With a slight thought, he sensed the 60,000 fierce gods and evil spirits within the perilous land.

These days, they have been preparing for action, just waiting for the order to surge out like a tide and turn this hellish place upside down!
Among them, 30,000 were elite Luohan warriors from Guobei County. They followed him through the Three Realms, conquering countless fierce demons, and their achievements are well-documented.

The 30,000 demon souls that were later incorporated mostly came from the Yunmeng Secret Realm, many of whom were water spirits, making it almost like a home ground for them to fight in this hellish underworld.

Add to that a White Lotus Demon Lord himself who repeatedly ventures into the underworld.

In short, rounding.

"This hell is my home turf."

His expression immediately turned serious, and his tone became solemn: "Remember, this battle must be fought quickly!"

After all, he still had to rush back to the human world to participate in the spring imperial examination, and he couldn't afford to be delayed.

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Xu Xuan suddenly remembered something.

"Are there still temples dedicated to Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun in this Yellow Springs Hell?"

"I'm going to offer incense."

For some reason, I felt a vague unease, as if everything was going too smoothly.

As a "professional" player who consistently turns the tide against all odds, the Holy Father is indeed not very good at playing when things are going well.

Instinctively, I wanted to find that most compassionate being in the underworld and have a chat, hoping to gain some insights.

Duke Zhuang of Zheng marked a location on the map: "There is still an abandoned temple here. Although the incense has long since died out, the image of the Heavenly Venerable is still there."

After handing the map to Xu Xuan, the hegemon of the Spring and Autumn Period got up and left.

He was going to "persuade" his fierce subordinates to carry out this risky plan.

Xu Xuan stared at the mark on the map, his fingertips gently tracing the texture of the fur.

The waters of the underworld flowed endlessly in the distance, and the flowers of the other shore swayed gently in the wind; everything seemed too peaceful.

This calm often foreshadows an even bigger storm to come.

　I've had a headache for two days since that phone call yesterday, and today I really can't take it anymore. People from the 60s and 70s have a special kind of background, something that causes pain to their loved ones. I can no longer criticize those brainless TV dramas; they're actually realistic.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)