Chapter 904 Left-behind Children - Gong Xiaochuan

At this time, in the south of Yanzhou, the sky was clear and the clouds were light, but it could not cover up the heavy atmosphere of the upcoming departure. In the camp of the Daqian army, the military flags fluttered, and 100,000 troops were ready to embark on the journey south to deal with the more dangerous Yellow Turban Rebellion. In the center of the camp, the commander Tan Mengjun and his famous general Gong Xiaochuan, the "Flying Fairy Spear God", were sitting opposite each other in a simple military tent. On the table was a letter for help from Yanwang City. The letter paper was slightly wrinkled due to hasty writing, and the words revealed anxiety and helplessness.

At this time, in the south of Yanzhou, the skyline was dyed crimson by the sunset. The camp of the 100,000 Daqian rebel army was like a steel city, with tents standing in rows, flags flying, and strict military discipline, revealing a murderous atmosphere that should not be underestimated.

In the center of the camp, the head coach Tan Mengjun and his subordinate Gong Xiaochuan, who was known as the "Flying Fairy Gun God", were sitting around a simple sand table. On the table was a letter for help from Yanwang City. The letter paper was slightly wrinkled from being written in a hurry, and the words revealed anxiety and helplessness.

The moment they received the letter for help from Yanwang City, the eyes of the two men became solemn at the same time, as if water could drip out of them.

Tan Mengjun, the battle-hardened veteran, frowned and gently stroked his gray beard on his chin. After thinking for a moment, he looked up at Gong Xiaochuan opposite him.

Opposite him, Gong Xiaochuan held the spear casually horizontally at his side. His silver armor sparkled in the sun, and he had an extraordinary aura. He was the "Flying Fairy Spear God" who frightened the enemy.

The two looked at each other, their eyes full of helplessness. Behind this letter for help was the overwhelming offensive of the Qin army in the west of Yanzhou, and the precarious situation of Yanwang City.

But now they know better that the Daqian Dynasty is facing an unprecedented crisis - in the south of Qianzhou, hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops are like a guillotine hanging over their heads, which may fall at any time and cut the entire dynasty in two.

"Xiaochuan, what do you think?"

Tan Mengjun's voice was low. After a moment of silence, he looked up at Gong Xiaochuan opposite him.

"General, the Qin army to the west of Yanzhou is known for its bravery and good fighting skills. We have just mobilized more than half of Yanzhou's Chiyu Army. I'm afraid the situation in the west of Yanzhou is not optimistic now."

"However, the hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turbans in Qianyuan County south of Qianzhou cannot be ignored. If we turn to support Yanzhou, the south of Qianzhou may be lost, and the overall situation will be even more difficult to save."

Gong Xiaochuan lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"What you said is exactly what I am worried about. As the western gateway of Qianzhou, Yanzhou cannot be lost, but the Yellow Turban Rebellion in Qianyuan County cannot be ignored."

"We now have a hundred thousand troops to suppress the rebellion and must march south to deal with the Yellow Turbans. Otherwise, once Qianyuan County is lost, hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops will wreak havoc throughout Qianzhou, and then everything will be over!"

Tan Mengjun nodded, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

As he spoke, he stood up and paced to a corner of the military tent, staring at the map hanging on the wall. On it, Yanzhou, Qianzhou, and the southern region where the Yellow Turban Army was entrenched were all outlined with marks of different colors, and the situation was clear at a glance.

"However, we cannot just let Daqin take Yanzhou away like this."

"I suggest that you stay here and take 10,000 elite soldiers to support the Chiyu Army. What do you think?"

Tan Mengjun changed the subject and asked Gong Xiaochuan who was a little dazed.

In the current Qianyuan County, there is already Nangong Tianxia, ​​who is ranked second on the World's Most Powerful List, and his Lei Ze Dragon Riders. In addition, Lu Fa, the "War Lord" who is at the same level as Gong Xiaochuan, has also gone south. So it doesn't matter much whether Gong Xiaochuan goes or not.

If the situation in the south has become so critical that even Nangong Tianxia and Lu Fa of the Lei Ze Dragon Rider cannot maintain stability, then having one more Gong Xiaochuan will make no difference.

Therefore, it is better to keep Gong Xiaochuan, the top god of war, in Yanzhou at this moment. At least it can delay Yanzhou, or the west of Qianzhou, for a while.

"The commander-in-chief has given orders, and Xiaochuan must obey them."

"However, with 10,000 elite troops facing the fierce and powerful Qin army in the west, I'm afraid..."

Gong Xiaochuan was moved when he heard this, but he quickly reacted and nodded. "I know you are worried, but you don't have to do this. Your mission is not to defeat the Qin, but to delay it."

"As long as you can hold back the Qin army and buy some time for Yanzhou or even Qianzhou, it will be a great achievement."

Tan Mengjun interrupted, and before he finished speaking, he looked at Gong Xiaochuan meaningfully.

Gong Xiaochuan frowned slightly, as if he realized something.

"In Yanzhou, although the Chiyu Army lost all its elite troops, it still has some troops. You can use them to delay the enemy."

"Remember, the overall situation is the most important!"

After looking at Gong Xiaochuan who seemed to have understood something, Tan Mengjun nodded with satisfaction and continued.

"If you really can't hold on, and you have no other choice... you can let the Chiyu Army serve as cannon fodder and use their lives to buy time."

"Xiaochuan, this is not what I want, but I have to do it for the sake of the overall situation."

At this point, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Tan Mengjun's eyes, which was extremely rare on his usually gentle face, and he whispered a hint to Gong Xiaochuan.

When Gong Xiaochuan heard this, he was shocked and his eyes became complicated, but he quickly realized that although this was not the best strategy, it might be the most helpless choice under the current situation.

Although Tan Mengjun's words were cruel, in the face of war, sacrifice is sometimes inevitable. For the overall interests of the Daqian Dynasty, he must make a choice.

"Don't worry, Marshal. Xiaochuan understands. For Daqian and the dynasty, I will do my best."

As a veteran who had been through many battles, Gong Xiaochuan was naturally not a soft-hearted person. He was silent for a moment, and finally nodded with a firm voice.

Tan Mengjun looked at the general in front of him, who looked a little younger than himself and others, and a hint of relief flashed in his eyes.

"Xiaochuan, be careful on this trip. I have my own arrangements for Yanzhou. You just need to remember that no matter what the result is, delay is the key to everything!"

Although Gong Xiaochuan is young, the responsibilities and obligations on his shoulders are far beyond those of ordinary people. Tan Mengjun patted Gong Xiaochuan's shoulder gently and said in a deep voice.

As night falls, the camp is brightly lit, and many Daqian soldiers are busy preparing supplies and equipment for the expedition.

Gong Xiaochuan stood on a high point in the camp, gazing at the distant skyline, feeling an inexplicable emotion welling up in his heart.

"Xiaochuan, are you ready?"

Tan Mengjun's voice rang in Gong Xiaochuan's ears. He turned around and saw Tan Mengjun standing behind him.

"Marshal, I am ready to set off at any time."

Gong Xiaochuan smiled slightly, and as his words fell, in the camp below, 10,000 elite troops were ready to go.

(End of this chapter)