Chapter 1266 – Target Huang Song, Unifying Dongqing (8)
The sound of hooves echoed urgently on the ground.
“Report—enemy forces spotted twenty miles ahead!”
The scout sped in, rein gripping tightly to halt his war horse, hurriedly dismounting to relay the message.
“Twenty miles? They’re really rushing to their doom—” Jiang Pengji scoffed, “I’m already aware. Notify Yang Si to come here.”
Calmly dismissing the scout, Jiang Pengji bent down to finish off the half-eaten roasted leg of lamb in her grip.
War is important, but so is keeping one’s belly full.
【燊枷】: LOL, streamer, at least show some respect for your enemies; they’re coming to fight!
【醉云猫妖】: That’s why people call the streamer infuriating, right? The enemy is charging in, and she’s munching on a roasted lamb leg! This is a serious conquest livestream, not a food stream! Her opponents must carry oxygen tanks at all times, or they just can’t handle it.
Why carry oxygen tanks?
Because Jiang Pengji’s flashy maneuvers are absolutely suffocating!
【寐心】: Baby doesn’t agree with Shen Jia’s comment! If the streamer respects her enemies and puts down the lamb leg, wouldn’t that be disrespecting the lamb that contributed its body? Battles can happen anytime, but eating a hot roasted lamb leg is the most delicious—
Coincidentally, Jiang Pengji thought the same way.
Yang Si rushed over just in time to see Jiang Pengji gnawing down to the bone, tossing the remnants into the nearby fire.
She pulled out a napkin to wipe her mouth and clean the grease off her hands, looking leisurely about it.
Seemingly oblivious to Yang Si’s face of despair, she calmly said, “Is Jing Rong here? Sit!”
Yang Si truly felt crushed; that roasted lamb had been his handiwork, seasoned with various spices, cooked to a golden crisp. He hadn’t even had a taste yet—he had only stepped out to use the restroom for a bit, and by the time he returned, the lamb had been dismembered, devoured entirely by his lord.
Everyone knew of Yang Si’s love for food, and the audience couldn’t help but laugh at his grim expression as he stared at the pile of lamb bones.
【景影】: Don’t cry, Rong Rong, I can get a whole roasted lamb for just 560 soft sister coins! How much do you want?
【布偶猫菇凉】: Sigh, the streamer is getting more and more ridiculous. She’s bullying such a cute little angel like Rong Rong!
Despite being the target of ridicule, Jiang Pengji remained as thick-skinned as a reinforced wall, achieving the ability to withstand spears and swords.
With an unaffected expression, she asked, “The enemy is only twenty miles away. Jing Rong, do you have any strategies?”
Yang Si took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to strangle his lord.
If he could strangle her, that would be the best outcome. But if not, it would probably lead to his own demise, which wouldn’t be worth it.
He stated, “The enemy comes prepared, clearly targeting our forces. Since we can’t avoid it, we might as well strike hard.”
Yang Si was holding in his frustrations; if the enemy came barreling in, it would be a disservice not to give them a good beating.
Jiang Pengji agreed, “That’s what I think too.”
Using the current unit conversion, twenty miles was about 8,100 meters—a distance not too close, yet not very far either.
For a normal army, this distance would be somewhat rushed, often leading to a hurried engagement.
But Jiang Pengji’s forces were different; they could narrow that engagement distance down to ten miles.
When the enemy launched their attack at four thousand meters, the chaotic troops could line up their formations during the enemy’s charge, readying themselves for battle.
Twenty miles was quite ample time for Jiang Pengji.
Since they were on enemy territory, and the weather wasn’t excessively hot, the soldiers wouldn’t easily shed their armor even during rest. At the sound of the signal horn, the entire army tightened their nerves, each grabbed their weapons, and ran to form ranks.
Yang Si immediately ordered a loose outer formation with a tight interior, creating a facade of hurried readiness to confront the enemy.
After a short wait, the ground trembled with the soldiers’ heavy footfalls approaching.
Banners fluttered, the wind howled, yellow sands swirled, and countless shadows danced in the distance.
Chenzhou was Huang Song’s territory; Yuan Xin searched for traces of the enemy while gathering the scattered soldiers, swelling their numbers to fifty thousand. Knowing Jiang Pengji’s whereabouts, he didn’t rush into a deathmatch with her but rather let his forces rest for two days to regain their strength.
Yuan Xin wasn’t foolish enough to directly clash his weary troops with the enemy’s.
“The enemy is lightly equipped and has made a long trek to Chenzhou; they may be many, but they aren’t to be feared.”
Yuan Xin was full of confidence; in war, it’s not just about numbers but also about supply lines and troop configurations.
Jiang Pengji commanded fifty thousand troops to raid Chenzhou while stirring up chaos here; naturally, she couldn’t bring along large and conspicuous weapons of war.
No mention of heavy siege weapons like crossbows, ladders, or catapults—definitely didn’t bring those.
It was widely known that Jiang Pengji’s forces wielded stronger weaponry compared to other feudal lords, the most typical examples being crossbows and catapults.
Before their improvement, regular crossbows could only hold a single heavy bow and had limited range.
Thanks to Jiang Pengji and the craftsmen under her, they could now accommodate six heavy bows, with a range of six hundred paces—one of the prime tools for injuring cavalry.
Catapults were another story altogether, a true siege weapon.
Without these military engines, Jiang Pengji’s troops could only rely on manpower and the weapons in hand.
Can one person truly take on ten?
Even if one could, could the entire army manage the same?
Simply relying on brute force, there wasn’t much difference between Yuan Xin and Jiang Pengji, but with their war weaponry factored in, their odds of winning significantly increased.
Yuan Xin drew his sword and commanded, “All troops, charge!”
To conserve stamina, their pace had been slow, but as the two armies closed in, they surged forward.
Over a thousand cavalry flanked, while the remaining soldiers charged head-on into battle.
The war drums on the battle carts thundered, each beat resounding intensely in their hearts.
Boom boom boom—
Each beat increasing in urgency, each thump heavier.
Their hearts seemed ready to leap out of their throats.
Jiang Pengji smiled knowingly and drew her blood-dripping God-slaying blade.
“Beat the drums, face the enemy!”
Yuan Xin laughed heartily, “Look at that formation—scattered and chaotic, without any coherence! The commander leading them must be a rookie, fresh to the battlefield!”
Jiang Pengji, having traveled light without her heavy crossbows, but Yuan Xin had them.
In ancient times, there was no concept of intellectual property protection, and Jiang Pengji had used crossbows and catapults to battle the Green Garment Army, laying a solid foundation for her future endeavors—this was common knowledge. Other feudal lords would naturally gather intel to know both her strengths and weaknesses.
It wasn’t some high-level or complex technology; even if Jiang Pengji tried to keep it under wraps, others could still figure it out.
Speaking of these crossbows, the dozens Yuan Xin currently possessed were just as powerful as those once wielded by Jiang Pengji.
The arrows, bolstered with wooden shafts and iron-tipped heads, soared with astounding force and extended range.
The arrows flew forth with a buzzing sound, resembling the roar of the Grim Reaper.
When they struck a person, their immense power could launch the body backward, penetrating several others.
Seeing this, Yang Si quickly blocked Jiang Pengji.
“The enemy has crossbows! My lord, you mustn’t put yourself in danger!”
