Chapter 91: The Magical Effect of Madam Diplomacy
Countless huge golden stone wheels rolled down from great heights.
After the potential energy was converted into kinetic energy, this thing weighing thirty or forty tons, with a whistling sound and shaking the earth, rolled rapidly to the foot of the mountain.
One of these huge stone wheels is terrifying enough, and there are at least thousands of them rolling down the mountain.
Every time a huge wheel rolls down, it raises a huge dust belt behind it.
Huge ships were rolling down from all directions of Gushan Mountain. Thousands of them were rolling down almost at the same time. The smoke and dust they raised looked like giant columns of smoke rising into the sky, which was extremely spectacular.
But for the Western Xia army at the foot of the mountain, this scene was like the collapse of heaven and earth.
After a brief moment of shock, all the Xixia soldiers collapsed. They cried and shouted in fear, turned around and ran wildly, throwing away their weapons, and trying to take off their armor while running.
At this moment, those well-equipped and fully armed heavy infantrymen felt for the first time that the things on their bodies were a burden.
In the past, these thick and solid armors could protect them from enemy arrows and machetes, but now, they are the culprit that slows down their escape speed.
"Someone help me take off my armor, someone, someone come quickly!"
"Pull me up, someone pull me up, my legs are weak and I can't run."
"Cavalry, cavalry, come here and give me a ride, please."
Hundreds of thousands of people turned around and fled at the same time. The scene was like a swarm of ants running around.
Except for those cavalrymen with quick reactions, most of them escaped by relying on the speed of their horses.
The small number of cavalry and all the infantry were soon caught up by the huge stone wheels.
A terrible vibration came from behind, and the Xixia infantrymen who fell behind turned their heads to see the huge stone wheel that was much taller than themselves getting closer and closer to them, casting a shadow.
Then there was the sound of puddles of mud and water being rolled over by the wheels, making a "pizz" sound.
If you stand on the top of the mountain, you can see a large number of stone wheels rolling down, chasing into the dark "ant colony", and grinding out red silk threads.
After that, more and more boulders fell, and more and more red silk threads appeared in the black ant colony. Soon, the giant wheels, which were almost arranged in a linear array, rolled over the entire black ant colony at the same time.
At the foot of the mountain, there is a huge area of blood red.
The entire body of the ship turned into a huge red wheel, and after rolling for more than four hundred feet, it lost power and stopped.
Further away, those cavalrymen of the Western Xia army who had escaped stopped their horses and looked back at their own people. Hundreds of thousands of people had disappeared in an instant, turning into a vast ocean of red. All of them had pale faces and were terrified.
The Western Xia Grand Marshal Li Yi also stared at the blood lake in front of him with blindness.
He had fought in battles all his life, but had never seen such a horrific sight.
Indeed, there were all kinds of corpses on the battlefield, headless, bodyless, fleshless, and so on!
But he had never seen anything that could grind hundreds of thousands of people into meat paste and turn this place into a sea of blood and flesh in less than an incense stick of time.
"This, this... How is this possible?" Li Yi no longer had the high spirits he had before. He was even terrified like the others: "Why did a huge ship fall from the sky? Is it really a punishment from heaven for me, Li Yi?"
Although he did not regret becoming a surrendered general of the Xixia, as a former Song citizen, he could not help feeling a little ashamed in his heart. However, he was unaware of this feeling as he enjoyed high official positions and generous salaries in the Xixia.
But when such an incredible thing happened, he was terrified, and the shame in his heart was infinitely magnified, and he could feel it himself.
"It's impossible. If a general surrenders, he will be killed by the heaven. Then why can Li Yuanhao be the king? This is unfair... Wait, Li Yuanhao died because his son killed his father!" Li Yi suddenly thought of something at this time, and his body suddenly trembled: "And that Master Lu, I heard that he is a real land immortal, does he have the ability to judge people's sins and punishments?"
The more Li Yi thought about it, the more frightened he became. His originally straight body gradually became hunched.
Then he shouted in a sharp voice: "Everyone return to the city and defend it!"
Li Yi didn't notice it at this time, his voice was filled with fear and trembling.
On the top of the mountain, Lu Sen put his hands in his sleeves, looking at the sea of blood below with an expressionless face.
The surrounding Song army soldiers and generals all kept their mouths shut and dared not speak.
There was no other reason, the scene before him was too bloody.
When the giant ship caught up with the Western Xia soldiers, the Song army on the entire hill were cheering.
But after more than ten breaths, everyone fell silent.
The Song people are different from the Xixia people. If they were Xixia people, they would yell and scream wildly at this time, unable to control their joy.
But the vast majority of people in the Song Dynasty had a bottom line and moral integrity.
This is a question of whether the nation is civilized or not.
It's like a nation that initiated wars, committed numerous bloody crimes, and was thrown two mushrooms at them. Decades later, they actually want to overturn their mistakes and want the whole world to mourn with them for the dead souls killed by the mushrooms on the sports field, dressing themselves up as victims.
After failing, he even became furious and cursed the whole world for being conscienceless.
So shameless.
Therefore, such a great victory was so bloody the Song soldiers lost the mentality of a winner.
The people of Song were contradictory. On the one hand, they looked down on outsiders and thought that anyone who was not from Song was a barbarian.
But once such a terrible thing happens before their eyes, they will feel sad from the bottom of their hearts.
The way they looked at Lu Sen also changed from admiration and longing to awe.
They used to happily look at Lu Sen’s back, looking for an opportunity to get close to him.
But now, they felt that Lu Sen, dressed in white and full of fairy spirit, seemed to lack a little humanity.
The first person to come back to his senses was Zhe Jimin. He walked over to Lu Sen and asked, "Brother-in-law, what should we do next?"
To be honest, Zhe Jimin also felt his scalp tingling now. Lu Sen’s strategy was too effective, and he was still in a daze.
"Go dig a hole down the mountain and bury the flesh and blood." Lu Sen said calmly: "Although the wind and sand here are strong, the flesh and blood will dry up if we don't take care of it. But now it is the spring equinox, if it rains a little, it will be a disaster with rampant diseases."
"Okay, I'll listen to you, brother-in-law." Zhe Jimin nodded, then he glanced at Lu Sen and quickly looked away: "And brother-in-law, I didn't think it through this time and shouldn't have let you take action."
Lu Sen stared at Zhe Jimin strangely, and the latter smiled awkwardly.
After a moment of confusion, Lu Sen understood... he was scaring these people. Sometimes, overly exaggerated means of killing would indeed make one's own people fearful.
Afterwards, the Song army went down the mountain to bury the dead.
They were not afraid of the Xixia army coming to attack... Having seen this scene of thousands of rounds of artillery fire, all the infantry were wiped out. It would be strange if the Xixia cavalry still dared to attack.
It is not an easy task to bury such a large piece of meat paste that has almost turned into meat paste. The strong smell of blood can make people faint just by getting close to it.
Many soldiers dug and vomited at the same time, and it took them five days to fill up this huge bloody field.
Not all Xixia infantrymen died. A small number of them were lucky enough to survive through the gaps between the giant ships.
But the vast majority of these people have lost their fighting spirit and even suffered serious psychological trauma.
They were standing in a pool of blood, their bodies covered in blood, even with their comrades' intestines and brains hanging on their shoulders, crying loudly.
Like a child.
No one in the Song army laughed at them. Instead, they carefully pulled these people out of the pool of blood, washed them, and changed them into clean clothes.
Lu Sen was standing nearby, watching this scene with a calm expression.
In fact, Lu Sen's expression has always been very calm, and he doesn't even have much emotional fluctuation.
He didn't understand what was wrong with him. It was such a terrifying scene, but he didn't care much about it.
Because Lu Sen was not far away, the Song soldiers who were helping the Xixia surrendered soldiers clean up their bodies were all stiff, as if they felt that there was a ferocious beast watching them.
Then Zhe Jimin came over and asked, "Brother-in-law, I plan to stay here for two days to let the soldiers rest. Do you think it's okay?"
Lu Sen shifted his gaze, and the soldiers whose bodies were stiff felt the terrible pressure disappear.
"Guangxiao, you are the marshal, so this matter should naturally be decided by you. Why do you need to ask for my opinion?" Lu Sen was a little puzzled.
"You are the military supervisor, so you should be familiar with the military strategy." After saying that, Zhe Jimin took Lu Sen's hand, walked to the side, and then whispered, "The army is now tired of war and needs to rest for a while. I wrote a letter to Bian Jing three days ago to explain the war situation. Brother-in-law, you'd better be mentally prepared."
The Hetao area is not far from the city of Bianjing, so if the Yongxing army loses its way, the Western Xia army can march straight in and capture the city of Bianjing.
At this distance, if the infantry were to march, it would take more than ten days, but if it were cavalry, the speed would be much faster.
The troops can arrive at the city in three or four days.
Similarly, it only took two or three days for the messenger from the post station to travel from Gyeongju to Bianjing City on horseback.
Just when Lu Sen and others finished filling the lake of flesh and blood, letters about the war had already arrived in Bianjing City.
This morning, Zhao Zhen had a serious expression on his face. He looked at his ministers and said, "At the Yongxing Army Road, Marshal Zhe has fought against Li Yi of Western Xia and won a great victory."
All the civil and military officials below were delighted.
However, Grand Tutor Pang, the Eight Wise Kings, Bao Zheng, Yan Shu and others calmed down because they found that Zhao Zhen's expression was not very happy.
Master Pang took the initiative to step forward, cupped his hands and asked, "Sir, if this is a big deal, why are you frowning?"
Zhao Zhen's round face was full of melancholy: "Supervisor Liu, you should remember Marshal Zhe's letter."
"Your command."
Eunuch Liu Chuanzi took two steps forward, took out a piece of letter paper from his sleeve, coughed lightly, and read:
'Presenting to Your Majesty: I, Zhe Jimin, led a large army to fight against Li Yi of Xixia in the Gobi Desert. We suffered heavy casualties. The military supervisor, Master Lu, used his immortal tools to heal the wounded. I was concerned that the heavy casualties would affect the future of the war, so I asked the military supervisor to fight the enemy. Two days later, Master Lu made thousands of giant wheels and drove them to drive the enemy soldiers. In a blink of an eye, more than 100,000 enemy soldiers were killed or wounded, and all turned into meat paste, leaving a thousand miles of barren land.'
When Eunuch Liu read the letter, his voice was trembling.
He couldn't imagine how much magical power was needed to crush a hundred thousand enemy soldiers into a pulp with the giant wheel.
After hearing this, all the ministers were shocked and started talking among themselves.
Even the good-natured Eighth Sage King couldn't help but whisper to Bao Zheng: "Xiren, do you think this is credible? Killing 100,000 enemy soldiers in the blink of an eye, this can't be that Zhe Guangxiao is claiming military merit for Master Lu."
In fact, this is also the view of the vast majority of court officials.
After all, they couldn't imagine how one could kill 100,000 people in an instant, even if there were more wheels.
Bao Zheng shook his head and said, "If it was said by other Taoists, I would not believe it. But if it was said by Master Lu, then this matter should be true."
The Eighth Sage King also nodded: "Indeed, as an immortal master who truly understands magic, there is no need for him to snatch these military merits. I am just curious, isn't he afraid of killing too many people and incurring heavenly punishment?"
"He himself said that he was the one who slipped through the net of fate, so why would he be afraid of these things?" Bao Zheng sighed: "But no matter what, this excessive murderous nature is never a good thing."
Zhao Zhen and others discussed for a long time. When the voices of the court officials had almost died down, he said, "No matter what happens, Master Lu is a citizen of our Song Dynasty. Even if he becomes an immortal in the future, he is still an immortal of our Song Dynasty. I know that some of you are kind and righteous, and you usually can't bear to hurt ants. So Master Lu's behavior may be cruel in your eyes. Today, at this moment, I hope you will not find fault with Master Lu. I am willing to bear the responsibility of these killings with my body as an emperor. If you want to make suggestions, come and scold me."
This time, the court officials were even more shocked.
After a while, an old censor stood up and said angrily: "Your Majesty, what you said is wrong. Master Lu is kind and benevolent, and everyone in the world has seen it. The Xixia people are all beasts. How can this man be considered vicious for killing a few beasts? Then, if we eat the meat of animals to fill our stomachs, wouldn't that make us evil?"
The Prince of Runan hid in the crowd, laughing happily.
This censor was from their faction... Moreover, this old censor had been bedridden and dying several months ago, but later Yang Jinhua sent some fruits to the old censor's daughter-in-law, and the old censor became full of energy again.
At that moment, several censors stood up and accused the government of looking down on them, the ministers. Why would they think that Master Lu was vicious and cruel because of this?
Bao Zheng looked at this scene and shook his head helplessly.
He felt that the difference was really huge... Two years ago, Di Qing suppressed a rebellion in the southwest and beheaded 30,000 people. As a result, he was criticized by the censors to the point that he was almost reincarnated as a peerless evil star.
The censors also said that Di Qing was too murderous and would definitely have an impact on the fortune of the court.
As a result, Lu Sen killed 100,000 people by himself, but no one blamed him.
"This is what they call "a man who has done good to you is grateful for what he has done to him, and a man who has eaten your food is soft-hearted!" The Eighth Wise King laughed, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
Bao Zheng looked at the Eighth Sage King and said, "Oh, Your Majesty, are you ready to make a suggestion?"
"How can that be possible?" The Eighth Sage King chuckled, "I've eaten a lot of fruit, and so has Grand Tutor Pang. He won't give any advice. How about you, Xiren?"
Bao Zheng sighed, "My son's life was saved by Master Lu. Besides, he only killed the Xixia people and never attacked the people of Song Dynasty. I can't curse him."
The Eighth Sage King sighed, "Master Lu married a good wife, and the Yang family gave birth to a good daughter. Before Master Lu got married, he had never had any contact with so many ministers."
At this time, Yang Jinhua was riding a snow dog puppet through the city. She was sitting sideways with a basket of fruit on her knees, and half a bottle of honey in it.
She had made an appointment with the ladies of the Pang family, the Qianwang family, and the Yan family to go for an outing outside the city.
