Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 947 I'm Here to Learn
Taking advantage of the moment when Li Shiqi persuaded Qi to surrender and Qi's defenses were relaxed, he decisively launched a surprise attack. For the only time in his life, he used a strategy similar to the Yin-Yang principle of military strategy: "acting in accordance with the times, applying punishment and virtue, striking according to the battle, taking advantage of the five elements, and using ghosts and gods as aids." He seized the opportunity and conquered Qi in one fell swoop.

As the saying goes, "He who combines situation, encompasses yin and yang, and employs skill," he has mastered almost all the essence of the four schools of military strategy, and the wonder of his application lies in his own mind.

No wonder Liu Bang once sincerely praised him: "With a million troops, he is sure to win every battle and conquer every city. I am not as good as Han Xin."

At this moment, on this final battlefield at Gaixia, the supreme commander in charge of this final encirclement and annihilation of Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, was none other than Han Xin.

The entire Han army and its allied forces of various vassal states advanced and retreated according to his orders.

Even Liu Bang, the King of Han, was within the command structure planned by Han Xin, obeying the orders of this commander who was "invincible in battle and invincible in attack".

This undoubtedly signifies that Han Xin's authority on "military strategy" had reached its peak in the military field.

Using the world as a chessboard and the generals and lords as chess pieces, he laid out this deadly trap called "Ambush from Ten Sides," waiting for the final opponent to fall into his trap.

After Xu Xuan couldn't help but ramble on about the plot that spanned time and space, Yu Ji, who should have been immersed in despair and sorrow in the memory scene, suddenly turned her head.

Those eyes, which were originally filled with the sorrow of history, were now completely occupied by the madness of the demon soul, and they stared fiercely at Xu Xuan, the observer standing "outside the painting"!
The crimson aura belonging to Yu Meiren around her began to surge violently, as if she was about to break free from this recurring memory scene and rush out to fight this arrogant foreign demon to the death!
How can you be so tactless! My man is a very strong fighter!
Upon seeing this, Xu Xuan, who was standing outside the "fourth wall," immediately put his hands together in a gesture of apology.

With an innocent expression that said, "Please continue, I'll shut up," he indicated that he would not say another word.

He's still quite reluctant to end this "immersive historical CG experience" just like that.

Back when he was studying at the academy, he always admired Teacher Bai's extensive experience, which allowed him to live for countless years, have broad knowledge, and talk about historical figures and anecdotes as if they were everyday conversations.

Now, by sheer chance, I've stumbled upon this "Pinduoduo version" Farewell My Concubine memory instance constructed from the obsessions of demonic spirits, so naturally I must give it a try.

More importantly, he could take this opportunity to witness firsthand the details of this ultimate battle that would determine the fate of the world.

What about troop deployment, setting up camp, flags and drums? Han Xin's unpredictable art of command, Xiang Yu's desperate struggle in a corner...

This is all a living, breathing example of the highest level of military strategy instruction!

This provides an opportunity to compare and contrast the many military books and strategies I have read with the current situation, allowing me to identify and fill any gaps in my knowledge.

It should be noted that when he was still the White Lotus Little Demon King, he used his unorthodox military tactics combined with some Buddhist teachings to defeat many demons and monsters, making them cry for their parents, thus laying the foundation for his status as a "great demon king".

At this moment, being able to immerse myself in learning about this ancient battle, I feel that many things that were previously unclear have suddenly become clear, and my understanding of military strategy is improving at an astonishing speed!

Not only was the person watching, but the 60,000 karmic ghosts and demons that had been subdued in that land of calamity were also simultaneously "watching" and learning from this top-level military strategy through their senses.

The reason these demons and ghosts have had such a low presence in the plot recently is because Xu Xuan has progressed too quickly. Their amateurish fighting skills can no longer keep up with the "Holy Father's" pace, and they have been almost always kept hidden.

At this moment, witnessing the operation of this grand military formation and feeling the art of command that made orders as precise as an extension of one's own body, the demons and ghosts in the land of Calamity were also captivated.

If the power of 60,000 demons and ghosts could be integrated through this exquisite military formation and united into one force...

The power it can unleash will far exceed its current state of disarray, and it is bound to achieve great things in the future!
Unfortunately, the subsequent memory scenes did not immediately unfold into an earth-shattering all-out battle as expected.

For the most part, it consisted of small-scale troop skirmishes, fortification battles, scout probing, and counter-probing...

Although equally exciting and full of tactical details, it was ultimately not the kind of overwhelming final scene that decided the outcome.

"It seems I'll have to wait a little longer..." Xu Xuan's divine sense was like that of the most patient audience.

The night was as dark as ink, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

In the Chu army camp, the torchlight flickered in the cold wind, illuminating faces etched with weariness and despair.

In his memory, Xiang Yu suddenly grabbed the wine cup on the table, tilted his head back and drank the turbid wine in one gulp. His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and then he fell into a deathly silence, not uttering a word.

Beside him, Yu Ji's hand, as she poured him another cup of wine, remained remarkably steady.

With jade-like fingertips, the bronze wine pot held the clear, cool liquid, which flowed in a smooth arc before being precisely poured into the wine cup without a ripple.

It was as if all the fear and despair from the outside world had frozen at her fingertips the moment she raised her hand.

Only in the depths of those lowered eyes lay emotions that no one else could see.

Just then, the singing drifted over.

At first, it was just a faint, intermittent melody, like cold gossamer threads, entwined in the sobbing night wind, so faint that one might think it was an illusion.

Gradually, it became clear, converged into a stream, and eventually surged into a vast sea!
Thousands upon thousands of people are singing in their familiar Chu dialect!
The melody was the well-known "Rooster's Crow Song" from the Chu region, a tune that should have awakened the dawn and been full of life. But the lyrics that reached my ears now were like daggers to the heart:
"The warm breeze of Jiangdong carries the fragrance of rice blossoms; when will I return to till the fields..."

"The white-haired mother leans against the gate, gazing into the distance; the newlywed bride, in her red makeup, weeps on the empty bed..."

The deathly silence outside the tent was broken.

As Yu Ji stood up, Xu Xuan's divine sense "moved" along with her, following her perspective as they walked out of the royal tent.

Outside, a scene of utter desolation and moral decay was unfolding. Everywhere, there were suppressed sobs, the dull thud of halberds falling limply to the ground, and soldiers from Jiangdong and Chu, their voices choked with emotion, involuntarily humming along to that incantatory song.

Homesickness, like the deadliest plague, instantly shattered the last fighting spirit of this battle-hardened army.

The sentry watched as the old camp's former followers, who had originally followed Ying Bu but later surrendered to Xiang Yu, silently began to remove the "Jiangdong knots" from their quivers—symbols of their homeland and their oaths.

In the flickering firelight, Xiang Yu's face turned a terrifyingly pale.

He drew his sword abruptly, its chilling gleam slicing through the oppressive night sky, and roared, "How could my Chu army crumble at the mere sound of their Chu songs?!"

His voice was still loud and clear, with its usual authority, but Xu Xuan could clearly detect a subtle tremor deep within that roar.

It was boundless anger at the instant collapse of morale, and even more so, an overwhelming resentment at how fate had so cruelly played such a cruel trick on them, using their native tongue as a weapon!
However, it was all too late to turn back.

In the end, most of the torches in the Chu camp went out, not to hide themselves, but because they had lost the will to light them.

When the captain patrolled the camp, he was horrified to find that squads of soldiers were kneeling and bowing in unison, facing southeast. They had neatly stacked their removed armor beside them, as if they were building silent tombs for themselves.

Xiang Yu personally inspected the vanguard, his double pupils sweeping over the kneeling figures and the dulled weapons.
He tried to rally morale with his prestige, but all he received in response was deathly silence and the increasingly loud Chu songs in the wind.

A decisive battle has not yet begun, but defeat is already imminent.

The ambush from all sides not only surrounded the army, but also the hearts of the people. The song of Chu on all sides not only expressed homesickness, but also marked the final chapter of a empire.

"What a memorable scene! What a brilliant 'surrounded by enemies' tactic! A psychological warfare strategy that is simply unparalleled!"

Xu Xuan's divine sense emitted a silent gasp of amazement. Being there in person, he could more deeply feel the suffocating sense of despair brought about by the pervasive and inescapable local accent.

The fighting spirit accumulated on the battlefield was easily extinguished by this gentle song, truly achieving victory without fighting!
The already crumbling heart of the overlord was completely shattered.

A warrior who loses his fighting spirit loses most of his strength. If a leader loses his fighting spirit, then the army will also face defeat and destruction.

In theory, Xiang Yu in this state could not possibly replicate his peak performance at the Battle of Pengcheng, let alone use his military strength to break through the 300,000-strong army led by Han Xin on the periphery.

The Battle of Gaixia was the end of the game.

"Hiss~~~~"

"Worth learning from, worth learning from! The wisdom of the older generation is truly remarkable!"

While sighing, the White Lotus Demon King subconsciously frantically recorded in his "Divine Soul Notes".

He meticulously noted down the details, timing, and atmosphere of this psychological warfare tactic, his eyes gleaming with the excitement of having "learned something."

He had already begun to devise how to "flexibly apply" this tactic to his opponents in the future.

"Our future enemies will be in luck..." He chuckled, full of anticipation.

While Xu Xuan was busy "studying and making progress," the protagonist in the scene of his memory had already begun that eternal farewell.

Yu Ji stepped forward and gently placed her surprisingly steady hands on the back of the man's hand that was tightly gripping the sword hilt.

Without words, just a subtle gesture, it seemed to contain a thousand words.

At this moment, what she touched was no longer the invincible Hegemon of Western Chu.

He was merely a hero driven to the brink of despair by enemies on all sides, a man of immense strength and unparalleled spirit, yet ultimately unable to reverse the collapse of the heavens.

Yu Ji was ignorant of military strategy, Taoist arts, and the secrets of heaven.

But he harbors a terrible obsession.

He decided to find a way to save the king using his own methods.

"!"

Xu Xuan immediately threw aside the "Soul Notebook" he had been recording, widened his eyes, and focused intently on the scene beside him.

"It's starting! It's starting! Farewell My Concubine!!!"

While studying military strategy is important, this timeless classic drama must be watched in a front-row VIP seat for an immersive experience!
Chinese people spend their entire lives waiting for an opportunity to die for a reason, and they all want their death to have an ultimate ending.

Farewell My Concubine is the end for Consort Yu, and also the prelude to pushing the tragic end of the Hegemon to its extreme.

As a cultivator, Xu Xuan understood that emotions were also a terrifying power, capable of destroying the world at their extreme.

He could clearly feel that the extreme pain and resolute emotions originating from the body within the mad core of [Yu Ji] had reached an unprecedented peak at this moment!
In the scene of memory, there were no musicians playing music; the mournful and desolate songs of Chu from all sides outside the tent were the most heart-wrenching natural accompaniment.

(End of this chapter)