Chapter 1506
The Decisive Battle: The Enemy's Utilization of Waste
Chapter 1506 The Decisive Battle: The Enemy's Utilization of Waste
If he were a native of the Great Wei, with his talent, he would have already passed the imperial examinations, entered officialdom, and been ennobled as a marquis and prime minister!
Get lost! Our Great Wei doesn't accept such wicked creatures.
"Retreat, Second Prince, Southern King, our camp must retreat another six miles to the main camp fifteen miles away from the main army." The enemy commander, fearing the poison of the Flaming Flame, made this suggestion.
Without waiting for their reply, he immediately gathered his supervising soldiers and spurred his horse to gallop back.
The Southern King wasn't stupid; he ignored the Second Prince's mockery and gathered the Southern soldiers in the camp: "Retreat six miles!"
The thunderous footsteps of the army, pounding and crashing, stunned even the Second Prince: "Have they gone mad?"
First Protector Kui De grabbed him: "Second Prince, you can't stay here. I must escort you away. All responsibility lies with the War God Envoy, the Southern King, and me!"
It's not that you're afraid of the fight, just follow along.
After saying this, he dragged the second prince out of the tent, pushed him onto the chariot, and personally drove the chariot against the cold wind to catch up with the Southern King and his men.
The camp was soon empty.
Upon hearing this, the people in the nearby enemy camp were filled with panic.
And the enemy's prediction was very accurate...
The following day, October 20th, in the afternoon, the temperature plummeted and the north wind howled, causing many enemy soldiers to catch a chill.
"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough!" The sound of coughing rose and fell, echoing in various enemy camps.
Bang, bang, bang, bang—the sounds of people falling to the ground were incessant.
"It's so hot! Oh no! The heroes of Sanli Camp have contracted the plague! Quickly beat the drum to inform the next camp!"
Thump thump thump!
The drums and shouts from the next camp arrived even earlier: "At the camp four miles away, the heroes have begun to fall ill with the disease!"
Thump thump thump!
"The camp is five miles away, heroes..."
On this day, eight enemy camps located three, four, five, or six miles away were all breached by the plague.
Seeing the eight camps raising white flags, beating drums, and firing command arrows to announce the outbreak of the plague, the Southern King could only feel fortunate.
Fortunately, he retreated with the Rong royal family to a large camp fifteen miles away yesterday.
If they did not retreat and remained in their small camp eight miles away, even if they were not infected, they would be burned alive to prevent the spread of the plague.
"How could so many camps be infected? Impossible, absolutely impossible, it must be a false report!" The second prince was so terrified that he couldn't believe it and shouted that it was a fake report.
The enemy soldiers charged straight at him like wild horses, grabbed his arm, and pulled hard. With a snap, the Second Prince's arm was dislocated.
The second prince screamed, "Ah, kill him!"
I'll kill your ancestors.
His guards and royal soldiers simply rushed over to protect him; not one of them attacked the enemy.
The enemy commander looked down at the Second Prince, who was kneeling on one knee clutching his arm after being struck by him, and said in an icy tone: "The facts are right in front of you. If you still doubt that this is a false military intelligence, you are only jeopardizing your own life!"
"Southern King and Second Prince, immediately mobilize your dead soldiers to establish a defensive line at the outposts of the Fifteen Mile Camp. If any infected Eastern Desert soldiers break through the checkpoints, shoot them immediately."
"Once the defense line is set up, the three of us will go to the Red Feather Royal Court camp together and have the Divine Prince issue a divine decree to summon all the uninfected members of the Eastern Desert royal family, royal clans, nobles, and generals to the Grand Imperial Tent to discuss how to resolve this crisis or how to use it to benefit the Eastern Desert!"
"Action!" The enemy's melting was extremely intimidating at this moment, and the Second Prince dared not shout anymore. After resetting his dislocated arm, he immediately mustered his troops to establish a defensive line, lest the infected soldiers turn their spears and perish together with them.
Thump thump thump thump!
The enemy's war drums thundered, echoing for thirty miles outside the city. The commotion alarmed the Wei army inside the city, and even the charlatan grandfather and grandson in the imperial tent were startled by the thunderous drumbeats and rushed out of the tent.
"What's going on? Why are the war drums beating so loudly!" the prince asked the guard officer on duty. Soon, a military report arrived: "Reporting to the Divine Prince and the Divine Physician, our Divine Protector of the Eastern Desert, located six miles in a straight line from Dongfu Town, has eight encampments, all of which are experiencing a plague outbreak!"
The charlatan prince was shocked: "You mean, it's not just the heroic soldiers who participated in poisoning Liangwei West City who are falling ill, but also the military camps along the clean road in Dongfu Town that have been contaminated by the fire poison?!"
"Yes—" the enemy soldier replied in a deep voice, his whole body shivering with cold.
"Grandfather!" The charlatan prince panicked completely and hurriedly tried to pull the old poisoner away. When he tried to speak, he met the old poisoner's murky yet gloomy eyes and shut up in fear.
The old poisoner said, "The military situation is still unclear. Let's continue to investigate."
After saying this, he turned around and led the eldest prince into the imperial tent.
None of the princes who were just there to make up the numbers dared to go in... fearing that the grandmother and grandson might act erratically and choose them as sacrifices to show their respect to the gods.
There has been a precedent for this, which is that the more noble the bloodline, the more the gods will like it. But the Emperor of the Eastern Desert can't possibly sacrifice himself, can he?
It was impossible to offer sacrifices to princes from powerful maternal clans, let alone tribal kings, so they could only offer sacrifices to princes to make up the numbers.
They have noble bloodlines, but no powerful backers, so they can be sacrificed to at will.
"Report! The Second Prince, the King of the South, and the War-Supervising Envoy of the Melting God have arrived!"
Inside the royal tent, the grandfather and grandson's faces grew even darker... They had gone straight to the Red Feather Royal Court camp without prior notice; they were trying to overthrow them and take their place!
The enemy commander Rong didn't intend to kick them out of their positions, but he needed to come up with the most advantageous idea for Dongmo to destroy Wei today.
Don't bother with any of that divine stuff; what he wants is real progress in destroying Wei!
"Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, Seventh Prince... Litaile General, Western King..." Outside the imperial tent, a continuous stream of announcements rang out.
The enemy commander was very pleased to hear this. "Very good, everyone has come."
The charlatan prince and the poisonous old man had no choice but to order the princes, tribal kings, and royal nobles and generals who came to see them to be invited into the imperial tent.
The enemy commander, not wanting to watch the charlatan grandfather and grandson perform their rituals, directly offered his suggestion: "Your Highness, the Divinely Powerful Crown Prince and the Divinely Gifted Physician, I, the Supervising God, believe that it is a good thing for the gods to infect the heroes with the plague. This way, we can use the infected heroes to attack the city and quickly seize the capital of Liangwei!"
???
This is what you call vicious. No wonder they are the enemy; they can not only distort the truth but also 'make use of waste' to this extent.
Kill him! Plague, hurry up and kill the enemy soldier Rong! This beast cannot live too long; it is against the natural order!
Upon hearing this, the enemy soldiers inside the imperial tent were all stunned, and their gazes toward Rong changed... This guy was even better at using the name of a god than the powerful Crown Prince.
However, it's somewhat far-fetched, and...
"There are too many people. I estimate that the total number of these heroes who have fallen ill will be more than double the 30,000 from last time." The Southern King felt that this estimate was conservative.
The enemy commander Rong said, "The more heroes who fall ill, the better, and this is exactly what the gods want! If the number of ill heroes reaches 300,000, we can use 300,000 troops to launch a strong attack on the city and demolish the capital of Liangwei within half a day!"
No?
Are you talking humanly?
We're all from the Eastern Desert, so why do you want our heroes to get infected more often?
The enemy commander regretted it: "We should have attacked the city without regard for casualties when we were at its gates. If we had done so, we would be enjoying ourselves in the capital city right now!"
The old man's face darkened... What do you mean by that? Are you implying that my Flame Poison is hindering the great cause of destroying Wei?!
That's what "enemy army melts" means.
Once the capital city is captured, he will definitely find an opportunity to kill the divine physician. The poisonous fungus he cultivated not only failed to help Dongmo destroy Wei, but also harmed the soldiers of Dongmo.
This uncontrollable plague should not have been used so extensively; now it is killing the Eastern Desert!