Chapter 242: Monarch's Talent
"Godfather, please open your talent quickly. Our army is in danger." Luo Shan turned around and shouted.
Li Zicheng felt that the front line was not as bad as Luo Shan said, but out of trust in Luo Shan, he still activated his monarchical talent - uprising.
The effect of his monarch talent is actually quite simple, which is to arouse the fanaticism in the hearts of the soldiers and keep their morale high at all times.
This is also the reason why Luoshan has never turned against the emperor. He himself does not have the talent to be a monarch. If he wants to turn things around, he has to get Li Zicheng, who has the talent to be a monarch.
He himself was not a serious person. He was originally a Hu people who was sold to Yanzhou as a slave. If he had not clung to Li Zicheng's wife, won her favor, and recognized her as his adoptive father and mother, he would still be a slave in Yanzhou.
"Everyone follow me and kill!" The Dashun soldiers, boosted by morale, immediately sounded the horn for counterattack. A centurion picked up a big knife and shouted loudly, and the Dashun soldiers behind him who were beaten dizzy also shouted and launched a counterattack.
"The monarch's talent!" Zhu Jun sighed. This thing is really rampant.
In the past, the royal family would be suspicious of me, but later, even the emperor was gone, so who would still be suspicious of me?
Liu Bei and his men used to use the monarch's talent as the legion's talent, for fear that someone would use it to mess with them. Later, after the princess came to power and Guo Hao made the matter of the monarch's talent clear, everyone stopped mythologizing this thing.
The idea that someone with the talent to be a monarch will definitely become a monarch has also disappeared with the wind. After all, weren't the few people with the talent to be a monarch suppressed?
Zhu Jun didn't know whether others knew about it or not, anyway, he heard some news from Xu Zijiang that there were no less than ten people in the whole Luoyang who had the fate of potential dragons. If they were in troubled times, they would definitely be local heroes, but now they are in a situation where the dragon is coiled and the tiger is in its den.
The fortune of the entire Han Empire was suppressed by the sun and the moon. Not to mention that the hidden dragon itself was no longer a dragon, even the fortunes of the two women with the phoenix fate discovered by Xu Zijiang had been forced to be suppressed into blue phoenixes. On the contrary, the eldest princess' fortune was increasing day by day, and she was only one step away from turning into a phoenix.
Zhu Jun, like Huangfu Song, was a fence-sitter who was loyal to the country. He was much more accepting of the eldest princess' regency and Guo Hao's assistance in government than Huangfu Song, and early on he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the important task of adding fuel to the empire.
Zhu Jun spent more time in the Imperial Academy than Lu Zhi and Huangfu Song combined.
Therefore, when Zhu Jun saw Li Zicheng use his monarch talent, he was only slightly surprised and did not take it seriously at all. Cao Cao and his men also had monarch talent, but they were still pinned to the ground and beaten by him. The monarch talent without a good operator is just a talent for a larger legion.
The Dashun soldiers charged into the infantry battalion with great momentum. As the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, which is exactly the current state of the Dashun soldiers. The soldiers with high morale and strong murderous intent and anger charged into the defense line arranged by Zhu Jun.
The strong momentum made the new recruits in the Han army camp a little panicked, but the veterans in the infantry battalion completely ignored the momentum of the Dashun soldiers.
He calmly raised his big shield to stop the Dashun soldiers. Strictly speaking, they should now be called shield guards. After all, shield guards can perfectly realize all the functions of their original positioning, and even better.
With a large shield in his left hand and a hard bone sword in his right hand, he swung it down. The fragile leather armor of the Dashun soldiers could not protect them at all. Just one blow caused the chests of all the soldiers who were hit to collapse.
The large shield in the left hand can completely ignore the opponent's sharp attacks and can even withstand arrows from a crossbow. In this state where there is no need to consider defense at all, these veteran infantrymen, who are already the top ones , have demonstrated their terrifying strength.
There was no unnecessary movement. He stepped forward, and the bone balls danced in a circle. Basically, if he was hit by it, he would be crippled if not killed. After all, with the blessing of power, the bone balls were undoubtedly large and heavy weapons. If they touched them, they would be injured, and if they were touched, they would die.
"Hahahaha, die, die!" The soldiers of the infantry battalion have been working hard for many years and have long become war maniacs. The blood and killing of battlefield wounds can truly awaken their bodies.
Relying on their strong qualities and unreasonably thick armor, the veterans from the infantry battalion, relying on their intensive experience, quickly mastered the tactics that best suited them.
The bone flower had been thrown away by them. After all, this thing was not very convenient to use. It was okay for breaking armor, but it was too inefficient to use it to fight these miscellaneous soldiers.
The shield guards threw away their cumbersome weapons such as large shields and bone swords. The opponents were too numerous to mention, and these blunt weapons completely limited their killing speed.
The shield guards took out the large sabers, which were terrifying killing weapons, from their backs, held the sabers with both hands, and rushed forward with roars.
The sweep of the saber coupled with the terrifying force, in just an instant the shield guards turned into meat grinders and rushed into the Dashun team.
Relying on armor that was almost completely incomprehensible to the Dashun soldiers, the shield guards were like spinning sickles, quickly reaping the lives of the Dashun soldiers.
The new recruits were inspired by the veterans' bravery, and they charged behind them, roaring and continuously killing the fish that escaped the net.
Zhu Jun looked at the situation on the battlefield with satisfaction. The rhythm of war had been gradually accepted by these new recruits. After one or two more trainings, they would probably be able to become soldiers with single or even double talents.
After all, under a complete training system, it is easy for soldiers to grow as long as they fight on the battlefield a few times.
Zhu Jun could feel the strength of his opponent. He vaguely felt that his opponent's command level was a little higher than his. Although it was more dependent on the effect of the monarch's talent, it was done. Didn't he also have the Royal Guards on his side?
Luo Shan gritted his teeth and gave up his own defense line. Then he led his troops to bypass the center line and press in from both sides. He knew that success or failure depended on this move.
The soldiers of Dashun were all infantry, which was really a pity. He felt that he was more suitable to lead some cavalry corps to fight, or some more mobile troops. But unfortunately, Dashun lost the support of the aristocratic families, and it was simply a pipe dream to want to form a cavalry corps.
Even when the noble families strongly supported them before, they still somewhat restricted their idea of forming a cavalry corps.
Luo Shan felt deeply the pressure from Zhu Jun on the opposite side. It was the first time for him to face such an opponent.
If it weren't for Li Zicheng's talent as a monarch, he would have been defeated by the opponent long ago, which made him desire Li Zicheng's talent even more.
But he had not made the breakthrough to the point where his internal energy could leave his body, and he had no talent for legionary affairs at all. These were the things he lacked most.
