Deng Changyu is not Zhang Xiaoyao, it is impossible to not fire one shot or one bullet. As the enemy approaches, we must definitely resist.
But even if we strike, we must also know ourselves and our opponents.
A merchant who spoke Yin language was quickly brought before her.
"Jinsha City is the largest city in Shu, I heard that their grain piles are like mountains, their streets are paved with gold and silver, and the nobles in the city bathe in milk." The merchant's description was vague and nonsensical.
Deng Changyu furrowed her brow, Deng Ai silently drew out his long knife. The merchant immediately knelt down: "Although I heard that the Great Priest of Jinsha City can communicate with their ancestors. Their ancestors bestowed a Golden Sacred Tree that directly leads to the realm of heaven."
Deng Ai held the knife to the merchant's neck, the chubby merchant was sweating profusely but dared not wipe it, trembling as he said, "Perhaps it's not made of gold. I heard it was, I heard it was a bronze tree. I saw it with my own eyes, and the tree was indeed miraculous."
The merchant knew limited information, and Deng Changyu had a general understanding of the Shu Jinsha City. Her top priority was still to rescue their own Nongcheng.
Nangun is more than a thousand li from Nongcheng, and we must march quickly.
Deng Jiugong is still fighting against E Chongyu, and this matter can only be handled by her.
"Taiuan General, how many soldiers from Nangun have been restored to combat strength?"
The General Tai, who was left by Deng Jiugong to defend the city, responded without hesitation: "Approximately eight thousand."
"How many of them are the elite who can be deployed in a forced march?"
This time, Tai ran General thought for a moment: "More than 3,000."
Deng Changyu was still satisfied: "That's enough. Prepare provisions for ten days. I will lead the troops to rescue Nongcheng personally."
To let her go alone and kill thousands or even tens of thousands, that would be too heavy a burden of killing. As the Deng family is still a senior general of the Yin Dynasty, the sin of killing in war should naturally be offset by the fortune of the Yin Dynasty. There is no need for her to bear it alone.
It is necessary to lead the troops to rescue Nongcheng.
Tai did not try to dissuade her, knowing that she had many ways from the celestial realm, and even if the three thousand men died completely, she could run back herself.
"Yes, General, that's what I will do now."
Not long after Tai ran away, the Zhao Empress was eagerly running into the room.
"A Yu, my father and my brother have all come!"
Not only Su Hu, Su Quanzhong, and Su Quanxiao came, but even the "hmm" general Zheng Lun came to join Deng Jiugong.
Originally, they were worried that Deng Jiugong would bind them and send them to the capital city of Zhou. After hearing that the Zhao Empress was treating people here and had a good relationship with Deng Jiugong's daughter, there was nothing to say, so they quickly came over.
"Deng Changyu greeted Su father, Su brother, Su brother, and General Zheng." Deng Changyu was very courteous and pretended it was her first time meeting the Su family.
Su Hu, with his straightforward personality, still knew how to make polite remarks: "Deng Miss, you are too humble. As a defeated general, surviving in the world is a state of confusion and helplessness. Now that we have been kindly received by your Lordship, the Su family is willing to serve as loyal dogs and horses."
Deng Changyu was in a hurry to go rescue Nongcheng and didn't have much time to chat with them. She let Tai help arrange for his family's accommodation.
Su Hu was very capable, and when he heard that her side was short-handed, he immediately let Su Quanxiao take thirty house servants to follow her to rescue Nongcheng. At the same time, he let his eldest son Su Quanzhong take fifty house servants to support Deng Jiugong.
To be honest, the Deng family does indeed lack a solid foundation. It is not comparable to the hundred sons of Ji Changwang. The addition of Su's father and son has remedied the shortage of high-level generals in the Deng family.
The south has always lacked horses for battle, and some have been traded with the western Qi, but the total number is still small.
The cavalry in Nangun were basically taken away by Deng Jiugong. After searching for half a day, Deng Changyu added the cavalry of Deng's household, Su's household, and the total number reached 800 people.
She left Nangun with Deng Yi, Xia Qiao, Su Quanxiao, and three thousand troops.
In eight days, after a forced march of over 1,200 li, Deng Changyu led her troops to arrive just as the Great Priest of Jinsha City was commanding his forces to fiercely attack Nongcheng.
"Great Priest, the army of the merchants has arrived!" On the rough and difficult path, it is impossible to conceal their movements. They just arrived, and the enemy scouts immediately delivered their information to the Great Priest.
The Great Priest of Jinsha City was an extremely tall old man, with a frame that seemed to be over two meters high.
His muscles were somewhat atrophied, and he held a golden staff intricately carved with flying birds, fish, and insects. By the look of it, he could easily crush the skull of an adult with it.
The Great Priest wore a rectangular, large-eyed, triangular nose, long-eared gold mask that made him look very majestic and imposing.
His voice was a bit hoarse: "I know."
The scout dared not lift his head and quickly retreated.
The Great Priest looked in her direction with a flickering gaze, and she felt as if she had been targeted by some poisonous snake.
"Wow, there's even an immortal?" Deng Changyu identified that the person's wu li was mottled and not pure, not a true Daoist. She even thought that it wasn't the power of one person but rather a unique secret technique that forcibly combined the power of several people into one, stacking up an "Immortal" with equal level to her through sheer quantity. This was a "Human Immortal".
In terms of sheer quantity, the Great Priest's power was profound, but the internal structure of his power was too chaotic.
A piercing laugh rang in Deng Changyu's ears. The next instant, the Great Priest, separated by tens of li, waved his golden staff, and a patch of black ink fire appeared out of thin air, blocking their path to aid.
Su Quanxiao was eager to win glory and led his household guards to charge into the sea of fire. However, after two charges, he had no choice but to retreat.
He was a little embarrassed: "General, it's not that we are cowardly, but the horses are afraid of fire and won't move forward!"
Deng Changyu dismounted and tore off her cloak. Then, facing the puzzled look in Bi Shou's eyes, she covered Bi Shou's eyes with her cloak. Afraid it would fall off, she also tied a bow.
"What the horses see is decided by humans!"
Bi Shou was a little unhappy, hmmmed twice, and even a small fire like that couldn't intimidate him. He was the Chibie horse, and he wasn't afraid of fire at all.
Deng Changyu stealthily kicked it and told it to be obedient, not to undermine her.
Su Quanxiao was taken aback at first, but then he was overjoyed. One by one, the eight hundred cavalrymen followed suit, using cloaks, sleeves, and other strips of cloth to cover their horses' eyes.
Whether it works or not, Deng Changyu doesn't know. What's important is that the enemy's flames have a significant impact on the morale of soldiers.
When people encounter something they cannot understand, their first reaction is usually to respect and avoid it. If she relies on her magic to defeat the enemy, the momentum gained from their forced march of eight days might be lost.
Now, not only should they not lose morale, but the morale must be boosted.
She raised her long spear and shouted: "Nanjia heroes! Follow me to fight!"
She rode at the head of her troops and charged into the sea of fire.
Su Quanxiao held his long spear, closely following her. Behind her were Deng Yi, Xiao Qiao, and other officers. The eight hundred cavalrymen charged straight into the fire sea. The remaining two thousand plus infantry, driven by the adrenaline rush, forgot their fatigue from running a thousand li in eight days, and charges headlong into the flames.
