My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 259 - 149: Shocking the World_4
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"Your Majesty, it wasn’t my strategy. I am ashamed to say that after the war in Ming State broke out, I had no contact with Chen Sansi."
Fang Qingyun said, "All of this, I’m afraid, was his own adaptation to the circumstances."
He looked at the route drawn in vermilion on the map, fearing that even upon his own return, he would have to study it carefully before recording it. In this battle, even if he himself were to take charge, he could not possibly achieve such a feat, at most he would preserve his own life.
Four Crossings of Hongze.
These four words were destined to be recorded in history books, included in Military Books, for disciples of Military Families to study and admire for hundreds, even thousands of years to come!
He was only...
Eighteen years old!
How many famed generals throughout thousands of years of history were eighteen years old?!
"Adaptation to the circumstances?"
When the courtiers heard that it had nothing to do with "Phoenix" and was purely the result of Chen Sansi’s independent command, they showed even more unimaginable surprise.
"Divine General!"
"A Heaven-sent Divine General!"
The many officials bowed deeply.
"Congratulations to Your Majesty, felicitations to Your Majesty!"
"Ah, good."
Emperor Longqing, who rarely showed his emotions, could not hide the joy in his eyes, and with a grand wave of his hand said, "Reward him, I want to reward him thoroughly. How about this, once the unrest in Ming State is completely settled, find a time to summon him to the Capital! I, wish to meet this eighteen-year-old General in person!"
Fang Qingyun hesitantly said, "Your Majesty, this..."
"What? Is there something inappropriate?"
Emperor Longqing joked, "Could it be that Fang Aiqing is afraid that I will take away your Eight Camps’ man?"
"Your Majesty’s words make your servant tremble with fear."
Fang Qingyun explained, "Whether it’s the Eight Camps or all under Heaven, they are all Your Majesty’s subjects to begin with. There is no question of taking anyone away."
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"Look how scared you’ve become; I was just teasing you."
Emperor Longqing leaned back in the Dragon Chair: "Let’s settle on this, then. After the war is over, the rest will be rewarded as appropriate, but as for the General of Martial Virtue, Chen Sansi, let’s wait until he comes to the Capital. In the meantime, I shall contemplate what rewards to bestow upon him!"
"Your Majesty is wise."
Fang Qingyun bowed and saluted.
He turned his head to look outside the grand hall, towards the Northern Heavenly Dome.
The unrest in Ming State was over.
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In the seventy-third year of Longqing’s reign.
On July 25th, the Southern part of Ming State was pacified.
On the sixth day of August, Zhong Wuxin, who was in the vicinity of Sword Gate Canyon, withdrew his troops, temporarily stabilizing the situation in Dingxi Prefecture. He dealt with forces from Yan State on one hand and orderly retreated on the other.
On August 22nd, Vermilion Bird Camp and White Tiger Camp invaded the western part of Ming State, catching up with Zhong Wuxin’s troops. The West Qi Kingdom’s forces suffered an eighty percent loss, with two Mysterious Phenomenons killed, twenty Meridian Passages, and countless others. They retreated beyond the Great Wall, and after being supported by the troops within West Qi Country’s borders and losing another two engagements, they finally stabilized their position by leveraging the terrain.
On September 12th, the main army cleared Ming State of the remaining rebels.
On September 21st, Ming State was at peace.
On September 28th, the Imperial Army returned to the Capital in triumph, other troops went back to their original posts, and the Reserve Camp returned in victory.
"Old Zhao, did we come here in January or February?"
"I don’t remember."
"This war’s been going on for nearly a year."
"Yes."
"It seems our lord has become famous this time."
"And how, that Martial Saint from the Capital, what’s-his-name Jiang something, he’ll have to give way to our lord by three points!"
"Strange, why do they all look so shocked when they hear about the battle results?"
"Exactly."
"Isn’t winning battles with our lord very normal, very fitting?"
On the road back to Liangzhou.
While the rest were still discussing the Four Crossings of Hongze, the brothers from Po Yang remained unusually calm, simply feeling a bit ashamed.
"Brothers, we need to push harder with our training once we’re back."
"Yes, we were of too little use."
"By the way, have you seen our lord?"
"Seems like he went to Bai Gou County."
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Bai Gou County.
Under the remains of broken walls, what was left of the city’s gate swung precariously in the autumn breeze.
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Chen Sansi rode slowly into the city on Qian Xun.
Not long ago, the Vermilion Bird Camp and the White Tiger Camp had been here.
The corpses on the streets had all disappeared, presumably dealt with by the army, either burned or thrown into some desolate burial ground in the mountains. The county had become desolate, with only one or two numb-eyed survivors wandering about, apart from the occasional overpassing rat, turning the once-thriving city into a ghost town.
After this war, West Qi Country had suffered greatly and would probably dare not have any designs for many years.
But likewise, Ming State had also suffered a tremendous loss and would need five to ten years of recuperation.
Chen Sansi rode the White Swan Horse in and around the city, but in the end, he couldn’t find the figure he wished to see, feeling a tinge of regret that perhaps it was not meant to be, he turned his horse, ready to leave.
"Daddy..."
It was at this moment that a timid yet courageous childish voice rose.
Chen Sansi turned back.
A thin, frail figure emerged from a narrow, cramped alley, her clothes full of patches were now tattered, holding a dead rat she had found somewhere, her big eyes clear and bright against her dirt-stained face.
Heaven knows how she had managed to survive until now.
"You just now..."
Chen Sansi bent down, "Called me what?"
"Daddy."
The little girl didn’t dare come too close, standing seven or eight steps away, she earnestly said, "Dad told me, when he can no longer speak, I should go out, call men daddy and women mommy..."
"Alright."
Chen Sansi dismounted and reached out his hands, striving to make his voice as gentle as possible, "Daddy will take you home."
Through all the fighting.
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