Chapter 1330 - 325: Filling the Pit (Part 3)

Chapter 1330: Chapter 325: Filling the Pit (Part 3)

Yan people,

Is this a decoy attack?

But on our side, we’re fully prepared, and you’re still exhausting your horses. What’s the point of such a decoy attack?

Soon,

Chi Mingyi understood what the Yan people were doing.

When those Yan cavalry turned around, they tilted the mouth of the sacks they carried, pouring the soil inside directly into the hollows beneath them.

After dumping the soil, they immediately turned around.

The Yan Army behind them continued to dump soil, continued to fill the pits, and then used their horses’ hooves to trample it down before turning back.

The distance between the two sides was still far beyond the range of a bow and crossbow, unless the Chu army in Yangshan Village took the initiative to come out of the village and close the distance, it was impossible to harm those Yan cavalry.

Therefore,

when those Yan cavalry were dumping soil, they were extremely serious, not careless at all. They tried to pour all the soil from one sack, and they had to spread it evenly, ensuring it wasn’t too much on one side and too little on the other.

Hmm,

everyone was very responsible, and no one was just trying to get by;

after all, everyone understood that if these muddy depressions weren’t properly filled, during the real charge later, there was a risk of spraining their horses’ legs.

Goodness,

how fast do they charge? As riders, they couldn’t possibly not know.

If a horse’s leg sprained, they would either crash down with their horses or get thrown off by their horses. If they were thrown, it would be fortunate if they only broke a few bones—unless they were especially unlucky. But during a charge like this, crashing down would likely mean getting trampled by the hooves of their fellow soldiers, leaving absolutely no chance of survival.

This was why Liang Cheng chose to launch the attack early in the morning. First, although they arrived yesterday, they had to dig soil;

second, they needed to spend effort filling the soil.

The cavalry who had turned around came back again, picked up fresh sacks filled with soil, and continued with the filling operation.

Everyone was working energetically.

This scene nearly made Chi Mingyi’s eyes blaze with anger as he watched from the tower!

He wasn’t angry that the Yan Army dared to fill the soil in front of him,

he was angry because,

such a large amount of soil couldn’t possibly have been brought from the faraway army camp by the Yan Army. They must have dug it after arriving yesterday.

Hence,

this Yan Army ventured deep alone, at least from current observation, they appeared to have gone deep here alone,

and they actually had the calm to dig soil for a long time?

You damn thief,

who’s inside the camp and who’s outside!

You got here and didn’t set up camp, not even bothering with tents, just dug soil to prepare to fill pits the next day?

How much do you look down on your opponent,

disrespecting me and my cane-armored soldiers inside Yangshan Village!

Ahhhh!!!

Even though Chi Mingyi was the Bai Family’s son-in-law, if he weren’t excellent enough, he wouldn’t have been able to enter the Bai Family, and the Bai Family wouldn’t have let Bai Family members serve under him and let him lead this cane-armored force.

Originally a proud and ambitious person,

he couldn’t stomach seeing those riders ahead, who didn’t look like Yan people yet were Yan Army, carefully and thoroughly... filling pits.

In fact,

they just look down on you.

Lord Zheng himself, his career is remarkably outstanding, and this Snow Sea Cavalry under him are truly proud and fierce warriors.

Cavalry to infantry inherently carries a natural form of suppression and... disdain.

By no means, Chu people aren’t Qian people. If this were not an invasion of Chu but an attack on the Qian, facing the Qian Army, the Yan Army would be even more wanton and unrestrained.

Overly arrogant troops tend to suffer losses, but the spiritual attribute boost brought about by this arrogance is actually very obvious.

The Eldest Prince in Yinlang County, though his subordinates are local county soldiers, can still have back-and-forth battles with the Qian people on the border, especially when the opponent is Qian State’s top three elite forces; the boost in spirit and momentum plays a large part.

It’s all about looking down on you, beating you, and having confidence!

Seeing you, it’s like seeing military achievements within easy reach. How can they not be pleased?

In contrast, facing the Yan Army’s banners, their own morale drops by thirty percent. With one advancing while the other retreating, the scales of war have long tilted already.

The blind man once joked with Lord Zheng, it’s like, in another timeline, facing curry, rationally telling yourself that you must pay attention to your opponent, but emotionally, you find it really hard.

The Sword Saint is actually not versed in military affairs, so even seeing this temporary pre-battle pit-filling scene was somewhat surprising.

Such a war,

could really be fought so down-to-earth.

A Ming once again took out his water pouch,

"My lord, it’s hot. Wash your face again."

"Alright."

A Ming poured water, and Lord Zheng reached out to catch it and wiped his face.

After the water was gone,

A Ming nodded with satisfaction, ready to fill it with "wine".

After washing his face, Lord Zheng felt refreshed and, pointing at the distant tower in Yangshan Village,

said:

"I’ve heard that a true Sword Immortal can ascend to the skies with a single sword and then call down heavenly thunder. Can they first take care of the person on that tower?

If the one above is gone, this battle would be much simpler."

This was really making it difficult for people.

But,

watching the still unfinished soil-filling work ahead was indeed quite boring, so finding a topic for amusement seemed fitting.

Facing Lord Zheng’s quip, the Sword Saint merely smiled and said,

"No need for a Sword Immortal, Lord Pingye, if only you had the strength of Tian Wujing and charged directly upward, unless the person on that tower has enough experts around to protect him, he’d be scared into jumping down and hiding among the army."

Lord Zheng shrugged.

A Ming chuckled,

stretched lazily,

and said lazily:

"If my lord had the strength of a Third Rank pinnacle, why would we need such trouble?"

The Sword Saint corrected: "A Third Rank pinnacle is indeed strong, but not a god."

A Ming smiled slightly, saying, one Third Rank pinnacle isn’t a god,

what about seven?

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I actually wanted to write it all in one go, but I had something to do in the morning today. I didn’t sleep all night yesterday, and this Chapter was written overnight. I planned to add more when I came back, but I’m really too sleepy now, so let me take a nap and finish this plot tomorrow.

Goodnight, hugs to everyone!