Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 652: General Mobilization of the Army

Lin Feng knew who the "they" he was referring to was.

Lin Feng shook his head and said in a deep voice: "I can't guarantee that they will carry out the plan, but I can guarantee that if anyone doesn't follow the plan, the consequences will be very serious."

Ju Chaoyue heard the murderous intent in his words and sighed inwardly.

The weight of these words is heavier than the emperor's edict.

Ju Chaoyue had served in the Imperial Guard for a long time and knew the temperament of these emperor's personal soldiers.

Maybe they won't disobey your orders, but they will definitely shirk and delay, find various excuses to shirk and procrastinate, etc.

He has seen a lot of this kind of thing, and even the emperor turns a blind eye to this phenomenon.

But the young deputy commander of the Royal Guards in front of him was obviously not someone who could be easily dealt with.

If those people really have the above problems, I'm afraid they will die.

Six envelopes were quickly delivered to six people.

General Zhao Wenqi also received an envelope.

He took the envelope in his hand and looked at the words on it with an expressionless face.

These days, he heard about what Lin Feng did in the Imperial Guards, and often went to the Grand Tutor's Mansion to discuss this matter with Grand Tutor Wan.

Together with Jiao Sanqiang, the three of them finally decided to let Lin Feng do whatever he wanted until the rebels were defeated.

Grand Tutor Wan continued to recuperate at home, while Zhao Wenqi and Jiao Sanqiang still led the troops and obeyed all of Lin Feng's orders.

Try to keep your team intact, and once there is a chance, you have to give Lin Feng some advice.

There was no way. The three of them had been running the Imperial Guard for many years, so how could they allow their military power to be taken away easily?

How could these senior generals who have been in the court for many years be easily influenced by a young man from a remote place in the west of the town?

Just as Zhao Wenqi was lost in thought, Jiao Sanqiang hurried over.

He also held a letter in his hand, which was of course Lin Feng's battle plan.

"General, have you received the letter?"

Zhao Wenqi didn't say anything, but just shook the envelope in his hand.

Jiao Sanqiang sneered, "This is my first time seeing a broken letter with a time limit for opening?"

"The letter is already in your hands. It's up to you to decide when to read it."

"I think so too. How can I let him control me like this?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and tried to tear open the envelope.

But the next moment, he stopped and looked at Zhao Wenqi.

"General, why don't we open it together and take a look?"

Zhao Wenqi chuckled: "It seems that the three strong men are still worried about you, brother."

"How could that be? You are the leader of Jiao Sanqiang."

"You're welcome, Brother Jiao is the Grand Tutor's right-hand man."

Although Zhao Wenqi's rank is higher than Jiao Sanqiang, they are both under the command of the Grand Tutor, so he cannot follow him as closely.

Jiao Sanqiang smiled awkwardly: "General, should we watch it or not?"

Although he said he was dismissive of Lin Feng's letter, he was terrified in his heart.

That day, Lin Feng swung his sword, but even as a veteran soldier who had been through many battles, he didn't see clearly how he swung it.

Then he saw his capable general slowly fall to the ground and die.

That bright red color still stimulates my nerves and wakes me up several times in the middle of the night.

"Of course I have to watch it, don't let it screw you or me."

"Yes, let's open them at the same time."

The two looked at each other and nodded, then exerted force with their hands to tear the envelope open.

Zhao Wenqi's letter read: Order General Zhao Wenqi to lead the three battalions of the Imperial Guard to rush to the area between Zhencheng and Kuncheng at one o'clock tomorrow morning to ambush the rebels. The fifth battalion will cooperate with the seventh battalion to launch an attack on the west gate of Zhencheng and must entangle the rebels in the city.

Jiao Sanqiang's letter read: Order General Jiao Sanqiang to lead the Seventh Battalion of the Imperial Guard to cooperate with the Third Battalion to attack Zhencheng at the end of the hour of Hai tomorrow, at the south gate of Zhencheng.

After they finished reading the letter, they exchanged it and looked at it again.

"What's going on here?"

"Yeah, why are you asking me to attack the city so late at night?"

"He even asked me to ambush a ghost in the middle of the night?"

Both of them frowned and complained, unable to understand.

After a while, Jiao Sanqiang asked, "General, shall we go?"

Zhao Wenqi looked conflicted: "I have to go, even if it's just for show, but I have to follow the deputy commander's orders."

Jiao Sanqiang clapped his hands and said, "Okay, I'll play hide-and-seek with him until midnight."

He was thinking in his heart that it was the middle of the night and there was no one in the wilderness.

I'll send someone to find a place to camp. Can you, Lin Feng, send someone to supervise?

Even if someone comes over, they know where I chose as the ambush point.

The two of them pondered over it, then smiled at each other.

"That's right. The deputy commander's order cannot be delayed."

After saying that, Jiao Sanqiang bowed and said goodbye.

Lin Feng's other four letters were sent to Li Donglai, Xie Zhong, Wang Qian, Chu Jiao, and Hu Jincai who was far away in Shanglin Mansion.

He asked Li Donglai and Xie Zhong to lead 10,000 imperial guards to guard the west gate of Kuncheng to prevent the Black Turban Army from breaking out from the west gate.

The king led 5,000 imperial guards and set up camp thirty miles away from the north gate of Kuncheng, waiting for the Black Turban Army to flee.

Chu Jiao reorganized the heavy armored battalion, consisting of 5,000 cavalrymen, and went deep into the area between Kuncheng and Lindu Prefecture City, looking for a place to ambush the fleeing Black Turban Army.

Hu Jincai was waiting for an opportunity to launch a feint attack on the rebel camp stationed between Shanglin Prefecture and Lindu Prefecture.

Lin Feng himself brought Lin Qiaomei's long-range attack battalion and Xi Niang's catapult battalion, a total of 10,000 troops.

He went directly to the south gate of Kuncheng, ready to cooperate with Zhao Shuo's air strike to launch a ground assault on Kuncheng.

Facing the gate of Kuncheng, Lin Feng prepared dozens of sky thunders for the Black Scarf Army to see if they could blast open the gate.

Xi Niang was quite confident. Facing such a close distance, if thirty bombs could not blow open the city gate, she could step down as the leader of the catapult camp.

Lin Feng immediately stood more than a mile in front of the south gate of Kuncheng, looking at the dark city wall in the distance.

This time, I mobilized almost all my troops, and pushed forward all the troops that could be deployed.

If this still fails to defeat the Black Turban Army, Lin Feng decides to resign from his position as deputy commander of the Imperial Guards and return to Zhenxi.

Ten thousand troops were hidden in the darkness, but they could not be as silent as the Zhenxi Army.

This group of royal guards were still a bit undisciplined, with horses' hooves clattering, breathing heavily, and some even talking in whispers.

Lin Feng did not set strict requirements, the training time was too short, and many standards could not be met at all.

So, what was originally considered a surprise raid has now become a blatant attack.

Countless torches have been lit on the top of the city wall, and dark shadows are swaying on the wall.

The Black Scarf Army had been awakened, and tens of thousands of soldiers climbed up the city walls to prepare for defense.

It was pitch black outside the city, and it was impossible to see how many enemies there were.

It doesn't matter how much, as long as we defend with all our strength, we will be fine.

Qiu Jie was very nervous because he knew that his opponent was Lin Feng.

He has never defeated Lin Feng, and he is afraid that he will suffer a loss again this time.

Qiu Jie held the battlement with his hands, looking at the endless darkness, feeling uneasy.

Fortunately, the thick and solid city wall in his hand gave him some comfort.

Relying on such high and thick city walls, as long as we try our best to keep the city, it doesn't matter if we send more soldiers in. As long as the city is in our hands, it won't be considered a loss.