Chapter 89 I kowtow to you
Mo Zang Epang, the prime minister of Western Xia State, is the elder brother of the current Queen Mother Mo Zang.
This was a ruthless man. It was he who instigated Crown Prince Ning Ge Ling to murder his father, but later Crown Prince Ning Ge Ling was executed by the prime minister for treason. Finally, the new emperor Li Liangzuo, who was less than three years old, was placed on the throne by him.
It can be said that at this time, Prime Minister Mo Zang Epang was already the uncrowned emperor of the Western Xia Kingdom.
In a room filled with a rustic and luxurious atmosphere, filled with gold and silver utensils, and full of the flavor of nouveau riche, Prime Minister Mo Zang looked at the little emperor in his sister's arms and said with a smile: "Zhao Song has been mobilizing troops frequently recently. Even their Master Lu has arrived in Qingzhou. I think they are planning to fight with our Great Xia."
Queen Mother Mei Zang chuckled: "Zhao Song actually dared to leave the city, it's really rare."
Prime Minister Mo Zang burst into laughter.
In the eyes of the world, Zhao Song did not dare to leave the city, so this attack on Western Xia was indeed a bit beyond the expectations of Western Xia and Liao, but the problem was that neither of them took Zhao Song seriously at all.
"The Zhao and Song dynasties are nothing to be feared, but Master Lu must be brought back to Xingqing Prefecture." Mo Zang Epang said with fascination, "According to reports from spies in Bianjing City, Master Lu does have magical powers. His shadow play can show the customs of foreign lands in every detail. Even the magical fruit he grows can prolong a person's life. The spy was lucky enough to get a magical fruit and eat it. The scar that had been with him for more than ten years disappeared right before his eyes."
Mei Zang asked in surprise: "Is it really so magical? Then the wrinkles on our women's faces are not..."
Prime Minister Mo Zang sat down and said with certainty: "It is said that Lady She of Tianbo Yang Mansion was seriously ill, and the imperial doctors sent by Zhao Zhen were unable to cure her. But half a year after Master Lu appeared, Lady She had recovered and was in good shape, as if she was ten years younger."
"If this is true, Master Lu must be invited to our Xingqing Prefecture." Mei Zang touched her face.
The northwest is windy and sandy, and no matter how beautiful a woman is, she can't survive for many years.
"I have sent people to sow discord, and also sent the army to advance in two directions." Prime Minister Mo Zang said calmly, "It doesn't matter whether the Yongxing Army's route is broken or not. It would be good if it is broken, but Master Lu must be brought back."
Everyone wants to live forever... Lu Sen is very young but he has already mastered the art of magic. If he continues to practice for another ten years, he will probably be able to ascend to heaven. By then, everyone will be able to enjoy the experience. Who wouldn't want to take a chance?
At this time in Qingzhou City, in a large tent outside the city, Lu Sen and Zhe Jimin were standing on a high platform, and around the tent was a dense crowd of people and a large number of flags fluttering.
Yongxing Army Route has about 270,000 troops.
It is definitely impossible for so many people to gather in Gyeongju City, so now in the big tent, only the generals from various places brought some troops to report and prove that the troops they led have arrived at the designated assembly point.
This is what is called the marshal appointing generals.
It is also a general mobilization before the war.
Inside the big tent, there stood about a hundred generals, all wearing armor, and all of them looked intimidating without even showing anger.
"Everyone is here, good." Zhe Jimin put his hands behind his back and said with satisfaction: " The enemy . I estimate that they will also send a large army to fight, so we may encounter the enemy on the way..."
Lu Sen stood by and watched Zhe Jimin talk.
He didn't know much about military affairs, nor did he know much about the terrain around Gyeongju, so he simply focused on his numerous recipes.
Let's see if there is anything that can be made now that can be of some use on the battlefield.
It was unknown how long Zhe Jimin had been talking, but he suddenly said, "I have said everything I wanted to say, and now it will be up to Lu Jianjun to give the speech."
Lu Sen was stunned for a moment, and had no choice but to step forward a few steps, looking at the hundreds of generals below with a gentle smile.
"I am not familiar with war, so I don't have too many requirements for you generals. If I have to say something, it is... we must win, and it would be best if we can directly enter Xingqing Prefecture."
Xingqing Prefecture is the capital of Western Xia, so Lu Sen's words sounded gentle and even weak, but the meaning contained in them was very exciting.
All the generals looked at Lu Sen in surprise.
In the past, when the military supervisors came, they were always more conservative in their words, and all they talked about was how many enemy heads we had to be beheaded.
Going a step further, they would be satisfied if they could kill one or two enemy vanguard generals.
But when Lu Sen opened his mouth, he asked them to destroy the country.
It’s really arrogant… but it’s also really inspiring.
Seeing his subordinates standing there in shock, Zhe Jimin laughed loudly: "Do you understand what Lu Jianjun means? If you understand, then go all out! Don't worry about someone punishing you for being reckless like before, do you understand?"
All the generals smiled suddenly.
"Alright, now all the generals go back to their respective camps. The army will march out in one hour!"
“Yes!”
After the generals saluted with their hands clasped together, they left the camp and rode back to the military camp with their personal soldiers.
Zhe Jimin turned to Lu Sen and said, "Brother-in-law, you and the people from the Imperial City Bureau are staying with me. A few days ago, the thief Li Yi sent someone to tell us that if you stay in the baggage train, I'm afraid they will secretly send someone to rob you."
"Okay." Lu Sen clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for troubling Guangxiao."
Generally speaking, the baggage army is the safest. After all, it is located at the rear of the battlefield and is protected by a large number of soldiers. Food and fodder are of paramount importance. Once the food and fodder are robbed, the morale of the entire army will collapse instantly and there will be no need to fight.
But... don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be prepared for the worst.
The Xixia Feilong Division bribed many martial arts experts from the Song and Liao dynasties, many of whom were proficient in infiltration and assassination.
It would be troublesome if these people were to sneak into the baggage train.
Even if Lu Sen does have the ability to protect himself, wouldn't it be better not to encounter any danger?
In this way, Lu Sen followed Zhe Jimin. He was in the marshal's guard of honor, protected by thirty-three good men from the Imperial City Department, and watched by the little guy Zhe Kexing. No matter how you looked at it, he was extremely safe.
By the way, this kid Zhe Kexing is really amazing. Within two days of the army’s departure, he had convinced thirty-three imperial city officials.
Beat him into submission!
Neither side used weapons. Thirty-three skilled fighters took turns fighting against a half-grown boy, and as a result, they all ended up with swollen faces and noses.
At the beginning, Lu Sen had no idea about the march of more than 200,000 people.
Because when they set out from Gyeongju City, there was only the Marshal's Central Army Guard of Honor.
Moreover, there are many hilly areas around Gyeongju City, and the view is blocked by the surrounding mountains, so you can't see far away.
It was not until they left the hilly area and entered the territory of Western Xia, where the terrain became flat and the armies merged and the view broadened, that Lu Sen realized how spectacular the march of more than 200,000 people was.
Every hundred meters or so, there is a square formation moving forward. This square formation can extend to the four directions of front, back, left, and right, to the end of the field of vision.
Looking from a high place, it looks like countless small cubes combined into one big cube.
If it encounters a narrow terrain, it will spontaneously become a rectangular shape. When the terrain becomes wider, it will become almost a square shape again.
And further ahead of the vanguard, there was smoke and dust all over the sky; that was the reconnaissance cavalry clearing the way ahead.
In this way, the army cleared the way during the day and set up camp at night. Finally, at noon on the third day, when they entered a Gobi Desert somewhere in the territory of Western Xia, they encountered the enemy army.
About one kilometer apart, the armies of both sides were stationed on the spot for alert.
It is already spring planting time, and even the temperature in the Hetao area has risen a lot.
But there is still sand and wind everywhere here, it is too dry.
The reconnaissance cavalry had all withdrawn, and the outer army closed in to form a huge U-shape, holding up shields to temporarily keep the enemy out.
The cavalry did not dare to attack the densely packed square formations. When the Song soldiers encountered the Western Xia cavalry outside the city, they would usually use this method to turn themselves into turtles, leaving the enemy with nothing to attack, and then leave on their own.
Two teams of cavalry were separated from the Western Xia army, and they swept past the left and right wings of the Song army, while shooting a large number of arrows into the square formation.
The Song army's archers naturally retaliated.
Both sides suffered damage.
But overall, the Song army suffered greater losses.
After the two sides were in a stalemate for a while, Zhe Jimin began to give orders after listening to the reports of several reconnaissance cavalrymen.
Lu Sen didn’t understand… but with the flag soldiers’ orders and the beating of more than a dozen big drums, the Song soldiers began to advance, and their formation changed at the same time.
Arrows were shot out in waves, and at the same time, the airtight formation had several gaps due to the change in formation.
Shouts and screams continued to ring out.
Lu Sen was in the center and rear of the army. He did not have a God's perspective, so with his own eyes, he could only see the formation of the Song army constantly changing.
A large number of arrows flew in, and occasionally enemy cavalry would approach the center line, and then be stabbed off their horses by the well-prepared spearmen, surrounded, divided and eaten.
Zhe Jimin had no time to pay attention to Lu Sen. He kept listening to the flag bearer's report and issuing his own orders at the same time.
Lu Sen just followed beside them blankly, doing nothing as most of the group slowly advanced.
The battle lasted for a long time, from noon to dusk.
In the last hour, the frontal infantry of both sides even engaged in combat, and the roars and cries coming from the front almost drowned out the drumbeats of the messenger.
The setting sun is blood-red and the night is getting darker.
The baggage train set up the tents and placed a simple array of wooden stakes around them.
With such a wooden stake formation, the Western Xia cavalry would not charge recklessly at night, but they still had to be careful of the enemy's infantry night attacks, so a guard force was necessary.
The army began to cook. In terms of logistics, the Song army was several times stronger than the Western Xia.
In the Marshal's tent, in front of Zhe Jimin was a piece of hot dough and a small plate of freshly roasted bacon.
He looked around and asked Zhe Jizu next to him: "Hey, where is my brother-in-law?"
"He's gone to the wounded camp."
Zhe Jimin's eyes lit up, and then he said with some regret: "Brother-in-law has divine means, it is not difficult for him to heal people, but he is only a human being after all, with two hands and two feet, how many people can he save!"
Just as Zhe Jimin said, Lu Lin really can't save many people now.
The wounded camp had ten large tents, each of which housed at least three hundred wounded.
Lu Sen did not come here on a whim, but the wounded soldiers' camp was located next to the marshal's tent. The howling and painful groans coming from here had been ringing near the marshal's tent.
The air here is filled with a strong smell of rust.
Lu Sen looked at the rows of wounded soldiers, who were laid out here like slaughtered animals.
At a glance, most of the people had broken hands and feet. Some had their stomachs cut open, with their intestines spilling out. The injured people pressed their intestines with their own hands. From time to time, some intestines would come out due to breathing, and they would push them back with their bloody hands.
No one helped him with his medical treatment because there were not enough husbands accompanying the soldiers.
Lu Sen saw a husband in a robe walk up to him, feel the pulse of an unconscious young soldier, and say, "There's no hope. Carry him out."
Then four soldiers came over, carried up the unconscious soldier who was obviously not dead yet, and were about to walk out.
Lu Sen finally couldn't help it, and stopped them, asking, "This man is obviously not dead, why don't you try to save him?"
“This noble man!” The husband who followed the army did not know Lu Sen, but he knew that anyone who dared to wear white clothes at this time was either a fool or an important person: “This man is indeed not dead, but he will be dead soon. He has lost too much blood. Even if the bleeding is stopped, there is not enough blood and energy to wake himself up. If there is a hundred-year-old ginseng to keep him alive, and if he is fed with millet porridge for a few days, there may be a possibility that he will wake up. But…”
The military doctor didn't finish his next words, but everyone understood what he meant.
A century-old ginseng can save your life?
Even if there is, if they can hang one person, can they hang hundreds or thousands of people?
Even if all the supplies in the inner palace were taken out, it would not be enough to save one tenth of the people here.
Lu Sen took a deep breath and said, "Put him down, I'll find a way."
"My lord, this is not necessary." The husband who was accompanying the army said very frankly: "It is not a good thing to favor one over the other. It will affect morale."
At this time, Zhe Kexing, who had been protecting Lu Sen, suddenly shouted, "This is Master Lu, who was given the title by the emperor himself. If he said there is a way, there must be a way."
The husband who followed the army had never seen Lu Sen, but he had heard of his name. He looked over in surprise when he heard his name.
And with Zhe Kexing's shout, many wounded soldiers who were not yet unconscious and were suffering all looked sideways.
His eyes were full of anticipation.
Although the Song army had a wounded camp, unlike the Western Xia, the seriously injured soldiers were simply abandoned on the battlefield to fend for themselves.
However, the medical conditions in the wounded camp were not very good, and many people could still talk and chat when they were sent in, but after two or three days, their wounds became infected and festered, and they soon developed fever and fell into a coma, and finally died.
Less than one in ten people can walk out of the wounded camp alive.
You can't be that tough.
They were all veterans, so they naturally knew about this, but now that they heard that Master Lu had arrived, they naturally became excited.
This guy is a real god. What if he really has some means to save lowly people like us?
Lu Sen looked at the formula, then said to Zhe Kexing, "Zun Dao, go ask your father for a piece of thick cloth that is ten feet long and three feet wide."
Zhe Kexing was extremely convinced of Lu Sen and immediately ran towards the big tent upon hearing his words.
Lu Sen took out wooden blocks, iron ingots, and the meteorite.
In fact, Lu Sen wanted to synthesize the meteorite from outer space into an alchemy furnace or a meditation platform. After all, such things are extremely rare and it is difficult to come across one. What if they are gone in the future?
But looking at these seriously injured soldiers, Lu Sen felt that synthesizing the Rejuvenation Banner was the top priority.
Soon, Zhe Kexing and several soldiers came over carrying thick pieces of cloth, followed by Zhe Jimin and Zhe Jizu.
Because there was no such large piece of cloth in the baggage train, when Zhe Jimin's son said that Lu Sen needed it, he immediately had his marshal's tent dismantled without saying a word.
All the ingredients are ready!
Lu Sen directly used the formula to synthesize it. In the sight of everyone, Lu Sen's hands were shining with golden light. Then the objects on the ground merged together and soon turned into a green transparent square iron rod. The iron rod was very long, at least three meters.
Above the iron rod, there is a small white cloth banner hanging.
Rejuvenation Banner (LV1): Converts energy within a certain range into restorative aura, healing all living beings within the radius. The higher the level, the greater the effect and range.
Owner: Lu Sen (cannot be transferred).
Under everyone's expectant gaze, Lu Sen picked up the Rejuvenation Banner, which looked heavy but was actually as heavy as chopsticks, and walked out of the wounded soldier's tent.
After finding a piece of open space, Lu Sen thrust the Rejuvenation Banner heavily into the ground.
In an instant, the wind and clouds changed. The white cloth banner turned green, and emitted green light spots that floated around.
In this era, people all believe that only divine objects can shine, but this Rejuvenation Banner not only shines by itself, but also scatters light spots outward. Anyone who sees it will know that this is a truly good thing.
Moreover, at night, this rejuvenation banner is too conspicuous.
At this time, the entire Song army could see the three-meter-high green banner in the center of their formation.
Many people stopped eating and stood up to chatter and point fingers from afar.
They didn't understand what this thing was, and many people were afraid, but more people thought that it must be a good thing and that God must be blessing the Song people by sending this magical object to the army.
This is a good sign.
Zhe Jimin came up and asked, suppressing his shock, "Brother-in-law, what is this for?"
"It is used to treat the wounded." Lu Sen explained: "As long as the wounded are placed near the big banner and exposed to the green light, it will work, but I can't guarantee the effect."
"Things from the immortals must be good. If they don't work, it means that the person is not qualified to enjoy the blessings of the immortals." Zhe Jimin breathed a sigh of relief, then shouted loudly, "Tear down the wounded camp so that the immortal energy can float over. If there are wounded outside the immortal energy, move them in immediately."
As soon as the order was given, the husbands who followed the army were the first to take action and immediately dismantled the big tents of the wounded camp.
Then, those soldiers who were seriously injured and about to die were moved under the Rejuvenation Banner.
Everyone nearby was watching nervously.
They watched the green spots of light search for the wounded, fall on them, and sink into their bodies.
The effect was obvious. In less than a moment, the expressions of the wounded who were groaning in pain immediately relaxed and they soon fell into a deep sleep.
At the same time, the blood on their bodies stopped seeping out... After an hour, the husbands who followed the army discovered that the wounds of these people had actually shown signs of healing and shrinking.
Four hours later, at daybreak, the wounds of most of the injured had healed.
The effect is far inferior to that of honey, and it takes about eight hours to heal minor and moderate injuries.
But the advantage is... the treatment range is extremely wide, with a radius of about thirty feet (100 meters).
The husbands who followed the army frantically checked the wounded one by one and found that most of them had recovered, and even the seriously injured were getting better.
Their eyes were filled with red bloodshot, and they were extremely fanatical: "Incredible, incredible... With such a magical skill, what else do we doctors need to do?"
Zhe Jimin stayed in the wounded soldiers' camp for a night. After confirming the efficacy of the treatment with his own eyes, he rushed into Lu Sen's private tent and saw that Lu Sen was still sleeping soundly.
"Brother-in-law! I kowtow to you and thank you on behalf of all the wounded soldiers."
As he spoke, the Grand Marshal of the Zhe Family, with tears in his eyes, murmured softly and knelt down.
