Chapter 342: Calling the Formation

"Ding, Ding, Ding..." A crisp sound of gong came. Gong Zhi, a subordinate of Jin Xuan, saw that the Wuling soldiers were killed and injured in the blink of an eye. He could not bear to watch it anymore, so he quickly ordered people to ring the gong for retreating.

Jin Xuan and Zu Mao were snoring in battle. Guiling in February should still be a little chill, but both of them were covered in white air and sweat were flowing on their faces. Hearing the sound of gongs, Jin Xuan waved his move, and the two horses were staggering, and gasping for a while. Only then did he realize that on the battlefield, his three thousand infantrymen in Wuling had more than half of their casualties and were retreating step by step.

"Bad!" Jin Xuan's face turned red, his eyes were filled with anger, and he cursed. He was defeated by the Zhenxi Army in just a while. The difference between the three thousand people was too big, which made Jin Xuan a little unacceptable.

The Wuling soldiers retreated, and the Zhenxi Army clenched tightly and chased to the bottom of Linyuan City.

In the first battle, the Wuling soldiers lost more than a thousand bodies and the Zhenxi Army suffered hundreds of casualties.

When he returned to the city, Jin Xuan was still angry. He looked at the defeated soldiers behind him and shouted loudly: "Each of you goes to practice one thousand assassination for me!"

Jin Xuan was very angry, both for the failure of the soldiers and for his own future. Did the 400-year-old man really die like this? Jin Xuan couldn't help but ask himself, where should he go? He is also very confused now.

"promise!"

The dusty Wuling soldiers knew that the lord was in a bad mood, so they agreed and walked obediently towards the military camp.

"My lord, please calm down. You must take care of yourself, otherwise Wuling will be dead!" Gong Zhi looked at the scarred soldiers on the side, looked at Jin Xuan again, and sighed.

"Gong Zhi! You said there were three thousand people, why is the difference so big?" More than a thousand people were killed in one battle, and Jin Xuan was very heartbroken. There were only more than 20,000 soldiers in the entire Wuling City, which was equivalent to cutting a large piece of meat on him!

"If our army fails, we can't blame the soldiers all for failing." Gong Zhi thought for a while and replied.

"Oh! What's the solution to Gong's work?" Jin Xuan couldn't understand when he heard this.

When the two armies were fighting, Jin Xuan and Zu Mao were fighting in a dark and did not have the time to watch the war between the two armies. So he really didn't know how the Wuling soldiers were defeated, and they were defeated so miserably.

"Compared with courage, the two armies are equal! But the Zhenxi Army is obviously stronger than our army in terms of combat formations and military armor, which is also the fundamental reason for our army's failure. The Zhenxi Army is skillful in combat formations, with an integrated attack and defense, and an orderly advance and retreat, and is not a little bit stronger than our army. The military armor is even better than our army. When our bows and arrows shoot on them, they can only cause some minor injuries to them at most. However, the Zhenxi Army's bows and arrows can easily penetrate the leather armor on our army, causing huge casualties to our army." Gong Zhi said lightly, his face also frowned.

"The Zhenxi Army is so powerful that it is invincible and has a reputation!" Jin Xuan also sighed.

Now, Jin Xuan knew it in his heart. If he faced each other, the two armies were facing each other, the 20,000 defenders in Linyuan City would not be enough for the Zhenxi Army to cut off. It is not a big surprise that the Zhenxi Army brought only 10,000 troops to capture his Wuling County.

"You can pay more attention to Gong's defense in the city." After a while of emotion, Jin Xuan ordered Gong Zhi.

"Don't worry, lord, my subordinates will not let the Zhenxi Army attack Linyuan City!" Gong Zhi looked at Jin Xuan's somewhat haggard face and a pair of trustworthy eyes. He felt sad and owed his body, and said firmly.

"Okay! With you here, I will feel relieved." Jin Xuan nodded with relief and said.

After giving a lecture, Jin Xuan returned to the city lord's mansion with all his heart. Seeing that their master had returned, his face was cold, he knelt on his feet respectfully, fearing that he would annoy their master.

The men and men in Linyuan City knew about the heavy troops of Zhenxi Army. Of course, the servants in the city lord's mansion knew about it even earlier, and they also knew that their master went out of the city to meet the enemy today. Now seeing Jin Xuan's expression lacking, he could guess the general situation of the battle. These servants knelt on the ground carefully, and didn't even dare to say a word.

"All get up!" Jin Xuan waved his hand and said lightly. After saying that, he kept walking towards the backyard.

After Jin Xuan left, the servants breathed a sigh of relief and slowly got up from the ground.

Jin Xuan and Zu Mao fought. The two were the opponents of Qi and were about to meet a good talent. After more than an hour of fighting, they still did not decide the outcome. But the more such a battle, the more tiring it is, because as long as anyone is negligent, they may lose or even lose their lives.

After returning to the backyard, Jin Xuan was exhausted and sore all over, as if he was falling apart. Some maids brought the washing tools and served Jin Xuan for some time. Some maids brought tea and food, and served them with all their heart.

"Husband is back." Jin Xuan was drinking fragrant tea when a plump woman walked in from outside.

"Well, where is Jun'er?" Jin Xuan agreed when he saw that it was his wife.

"Jun'er is practicing martial arts in the field, and he also wants to help his husband as soon as possible." The Fengrun woman replied.

Of course, Jun'er in Jin Xuan's mouth is his son Jin Jun, who is only fifteen years old.

I don’t know if it was because Jin Xuanxin turned to the Han Dynasty, so he gave his son such a name. Jin Jun is fifteen years old and has a little bad mind. He can’t recognize a few big words now, but he is extremely powerful and has a very high talent for martial arts. This morning, Jin Jun saw his father going to the battlefield with his father, but Jin Xuan only had such a precious son, who is spoiled and dared to let him go out of the city to meet the enemy, so he refused without thinking.

After his father left, Jin Jun stayed in the martial arts field and kept practicing martial arts. When he thought that the reason why his father refused to let him go to the battlefield was because he had not practiced martial arts well, he was practicing martial arts desperately. He hoped to go to the battle and kill the enemy like his father.

"I'll go and have a look." Jin Xuan's face showed a hint of gentleness after hearing the wife's words.

"Husband has just come back and must be tired. I'd better go and call Jun'er." Jin Xuan's wife said hurriedly.

"Okay, call Jun'er back and don't let him get tired." Jin Xuan was in a good mood when he mentioned his baby son, and even his eyes became brighter.

It didn't take long, and a teenager who was about fifteen years old walked in with a mature copper stick in his hand.

This young man is Jin Xuan's son Jin Jun. Jin Jun is thin and is seven feet and five inches tall at the age of fifteen. He is just black and thin, and looks like he is seriously malnourished. The young man's appearance is also quite strange, and it can be said that he is not good-looking. But don't underestimate this fifteen-year-old child. Now Jin Xuan is no longer his opponent.

"Meet my father!" Jin Jun came to his father and bowed a little restrainedly.

"I heard that you have been practicing martial arts since the morning until now, but is there any such thing?" Jin Xuan asked with concern.

"Yes, the child wants to practice good skills and go to the battlefield with his father to kill the enemy!" Jin Jun said with a sarcasm.

"You are still young, it's time to grow up, don't be too tired!" Jin Xuan said with some heartache.

"Father, when will I go to fight to kill the enemy?" Jin Jun did not mention the matter of him going to fight to kill the enemy at all, and couldn't help but ask again.

"War is an adult's business. You are just a child, and you will talk about it when you grow up." Jin Xuan was most afraid of this sentence. He was not willing to face danger in his only child. Although this child is not weak in martial arts, he will always be a child in his heart.

"Father, now my child can break a tree with a stick, so let me go!" Jin Jun was just a stubborn person and couldn't stop what he wanted to do.

"Okay! Next time my father takes you to the battlefield." Jin Xuan looked at Jin Jun for a while, sighed softly, and finally agreed.

"Okay! I can go to the battlefield!" Jin Jun was overjoyed and screamed. His voice was like thunderbolt, causing the hall to tremble.

At night in the mountain city, the moon is bright and the climate is a bit cold. The torches at the head of Linyuan City are bright, and people are surging from time to time on the walls. Gong Zhi was afraid that the western army in the town would attack at night, so he sent a large number of people to strengthen defense.

The next morning, Zu Mao personally led 3,000 people to set foot under Linyuan City.

"Beat the drum! Challenge!" Zu Mao waved his hand and ordered loudly.

"Dongdongdongdong..." The drum sounded loudly and resounded throughout Linyuan City.

Zu Mao waited for a long time, but he didn't see any movement in the city.

"Take three hundred people and come forward to curse!" Zu Mao saw that no one in the city came out to respond, so he could not help but point at a young general and ordered.

"No!" The young general received the order and led more than 300 people to 500 steps away from the city, and began to shout loudly.

"Jin Xuan is a turtle with a head-rettened head. He will only stay in the city and dare not respond!"

"Jin Xuan heard that your ancestors were Huns, why did you not even have any blood?..."

More than 300 people stood under the city and shouted in unison. At first, they were quite gentle, but after seeing that the city never responded, they cursed more and more unpleasantly. Later, they simply cursed whatever they thought of and cursed all the messy words.

As early as when Jin Xuan was beating the war drums in the western army, he brought the generals to the top of the city, and even his son Jin Jun was with him. Listening to the scolding from the city, Jin Xuan could bear it, but the young Jin Jun could no longer bear it.

"Father, let the child pick their heads!" Jin Jun's black face turned red, and he roared loudly like a head and angered lion.

"Hmph, curse! Let them scold me, my son ignore them." Jin Xuan suppressed his anger and comforted Jin Jun.

"Why?" Jin Jun was well-developed and simple-minded. He wanted so much that he wanted to jump off the top of the city and cut off all the people below.

"They are provoking their generals, and they want to force their father to go out of the city to fight! If they have high city to stand firm, why should they face them head-on?" Jin Xuan said lightly.

"Gong Zhi, is there any news from Wuxi Man?" Jin Xuan's face remained unchanged and asked Gong Zhi next to him.

"If nothing unexpected happens, Wuxi Man will arrive in only a few days." Gong Zhi replied.

"I will let them clamor for a few days. When the barbarians arrive and fight together, they will definitely kill them without leaving any armor." Jin Xuan said hatefully.

Zu Mao called the formation below, and Jin Xuan just kept his door and refused to fight. This happened for several days.
Chapter completed!