Chapter 53: The Mohists Withdraw
"Drinking in the army, beating and scolding soldiers?" Lian Po frowned as he listened to the reports from his subordinates on Jin Yao's recent situation. This didn't seem like something a disciple of the Mohist school would do.
Lian Po didn't believe it at first, but since Diao Xun said so and Lian Po went to see it in person, he had to believe it.
"Even a dog of mine can fight better than you!" Seeing Lian Po coming with a group of staff and officers, Jin Yao turned a blind eye and continued to scold, leaving these 800 warriors exposed to the scorching sun and rolling in the mud.
When the eight hundred warriors saw Lian Po and his men coming, they seemed to see hope and put down the logs they were carrying.
"Who told you to put it down!" Jin Yao turned around and whipped the nearest warrior .
"How dare you!" Lian Po couldn't help it and grabbed the flying whip with one hand.
"General, are you going to stop me from teaching my subordinates a lesson?" Jin Yao looked at Lian Po coldly and asked.
"These are my general's subordinates!" Lian Po said angrily.
"You will kill them!" Jin Yao said lightly while looking at Lian Po.
"It's better to die on the battlefield than to die in your hands!" Lian Po was very angry.
He could not have imagined that in just a few months, a young man who was regarded as a God-given talent by the State of Zhao would actually become an aristocratic playboy.
"The general loves his people like his own children, so let them go to die!" Jin Yao turned around and left the military camp.
Lian Po frowned, looked at the eight hundred wounded warriors, and looked at Jin Yao who was leaving with regret.
"What exactly do you want to do?" King Xiaocheng of Zhao had also heard about it, but he knew very well that Jin Yao was not that kind of playboy.
"Wei Wuzu!" Facing the questioning of King Xiaocheng of Zhao, Jin Yao simply said three words.
He came back to ask for an order from King Xiaocheng of Zhao, forbidding Lian Po to interfere with his training.
King Xiaocheng of Zhao looked at Jin Yao and was suddenly stunned. After Jin Bi's death, the Wei Wuzu of Wei State lost their training method, and the remaining Wei Wuzu were just a remnant of the past.
"Do you have the training method for Wei Wuzu ?" King Xiaocheng of Zhao asked expectantly.
Defeating a larger force with a smaller one is the glory of the Wei Wuzu. In the Battle of Yinjin between Qin and Wei, Wu Qi defeated 500,000 Qin troops with only 50,000 Wei Wuzu, and defeated the Qin State in one battle, thus establishing the dominant position of the Wei State.
From then on, Wei Wuzu was always known as the strongest army in the world, until the appearance of Bai Qi and the Battle of Yique, when 240,000 Wei troops were killed and all Wei Wuzu were killed or wounded. The glory of Wei Wuzu was shattered and Qin Ruishi stepped onto the stage of history.
Jin Yao did not answer, but King Xiaocheng of Zhao understood.
Jin Yao is the descendant of Jin Bi, so it is not surprising that he mastered the training methods of Wei Wuzu.
"Take the tiger talisman back with you!" King Xiaocheng of Zhao handed the tiger talisman to Jin Bi, which meant that from now on even Lian Po would not be qualified to interfere with Jin Yao's training.
Jin Yao returned to the military camp with the tiger talisman, threw it in front of Lian Po, and turned away.
"You!" Lian Po was furious and wanted to chop the boy to death.
However, a black and white embroidered robe appeared beside Jin Yao and blocked the angry sword shot by Lian Po.
"God-killing Swordsman!" Lian Po became even angrier when he saw the Mohist disciples who came back with Jin Yao.
He didn't understand how Jin Yao got the tiger talisman from King Zhao, and he didn't understand why the Mohist School sent the God-killing Swordsman to protect Jin Yao.
He only knew that he couldn't touch Jin Yao now.
"It is not a good thing for the general to have the entire army under his command. If the general does not want to see the defeat at Changping happen again, just keep quiet!" Jin Yao said this without even turning his head, and brought the 800 warriors who were taken away by Lian Po back to the barracks.
"Are you very happy? Are you very fortunate? Do you think Lian Po can protect you?" Jin Yao looked coldly at the eight hundred warriors who were like eggplants hit by frost and sneered.
"From today on, the training will be doubled!" Jin Yao looked at the ten divine swordsmen invited by the Mo family and said, "Anyone who disobeys will be killed directly!"
The ten divine swordsmen nodded without saying a word, their eyes beneath their masks looking coldly at the eight hundred warriors.
The eight hundred brave warriors were angry but dared not speak out . Even the general was helpless against this young man. What else could they do?
"Do you really have the training method of Wei Wuzu?" Just a moment ago, Jin Yao went to see the scene when the Six-Fingered Black Knight borrowed ten divine swordsmen.
"No!" Jin Yao admitted decisively.
"So you lied to King Zhao?" The six-fingered black knight was frightened. It was a crime of deceiving the king.
"But I have the Pijia Sect's method of practicing the golden body!" Jin Yao said calmly.
"Okay!" The Six-Fingered Black Knight understood that the training method of Wei Wuzu was a secret. Apart from Wu Qi, only the successive generals of Wei Wuzu knew it. However, Jin Bi was suddenly killed, and the training method of Wei Wuzu was not passed down.
However, the Pijiamen's Horizontal Golden Body is indeed a killing weapon on the battlefield, and it is better to have it than not.
Jin Yao is the leader of Mobian, so it is understandable that he sends ten divine swordsmen to protect him.
The news that Jin Yao had invited Wang Ling spread throughout the army. All the soldiers were angry but dared not speak out, but they could only sympathize with the eight hundred warriors who had been trained inhumanely.
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However, war is cruel. The Zhao border army was outnumbered and Yangcheng fell. The main force of the Yan army entered the Zhao territory and headed straight for Handan.
"Yangcheng fell, more than half of the five thousand Mohist disciples were killed or injured, two of the four great commanders were killed in battle, and one was seriously injured." The Six-Fingered Black Knight said to Jin Yao.
Yangcheng is the border between Zhao and Yan. Once Yangcheng falls, the Yan army can march straight into the heart of Zhao and there will be no strategic location to defend!
However, the defenders of Yangcheng were too few, with less than 50,000 soldiers holding off the 400,000 Yan troops for nearly three months.
"Is it really worth it for us to do this?" Jin Yao looked at the Six-Fingered Black Knight.
More than half of the five thousand disciples were killed or wounded, and two of the four great commanders were killed and one was seriously injured.
"The world has changed dramatically, but the oath and faith of the Mohist school will never change!" said the Six-Fingered Black Knight heavily.
Non-aggression is the belief of Mohism. Once the belief is lost, Mohism will no longer exist!
"Let the disciples withdraw!" Jin Yao sighed. The Mohist School had done what it could. The rest was up to the State of Zhao itself.
"Are you really sure?" The Six-Fingered Black Knight looked at Jin Yao, but he was talking about Jin Yao and Lian Po.
"If nothing unexpected happens, the Yan army will be defeated!" Jin Yao nodded seriously.
The strategic depth of Zhao State was too long, and the bloodiness of Zhao State was unparalleled. From Yangcheng to Handan, the Yan army had traveled a long distance and was arrogant, so it was inevitable that they would slack off.
The defeated army retreated to Handan, and the entire Zhao State fell into negativity again. Everyone was looking at Jin Yao. What happened to the incompetent Yan generals? Now that Yangcheng fell, the Yan army marched straight in, and the entire east of Zhao State fell into the hands of Yan State.
"Please cook Shang Qingyao!" The ministers were furious. They needed someone to divert their anger and fear of defeat.
The voice of "Please cook Shang Qingyao" spread from the court to all parts of Zhao State.
"See? This is our persistence!" Jin Yao whispered to the Six-Fingered Black Knight in the court.
The Six-Fingered Black Knight also looked at the Zhao officials with disappointment. Yangcheng had just fallen, more than half of the Mohist disciples were killed, and two leaders were also killed. As a result, this group of people wanted to kill the leader of the Mohist lineage above their leader.
"Pass the order, all Mohist disciples, withdraw to the Mohist headquarters!" The six-fingered black hero finally issued the order and left the Zhao royal palace.
