Section 123

"The Imperial Son's lesson is correct."

Chen Boyu fell silent, then lowered his head and responded.

But rather than reflecting, it was more like going through the motions.

The Heavenly Martial Great General had breached the giant city, Ling City. His thirty thousand troops were slaughtered until only a thousand remained, and he himself was severely wounded by the Heavenly Martial Great General.

Chen Boyu had never suffered such a heavy loss on the battlefield.

But the Heavenly Martial Great General had done it.

At that time, he stepped on Ling City, viciously trampling Chen Boyu's military flag under his feet.

Chen Boyu clutched his chest, blood spilling from his mouth, not daring to look back, only caring about fleeing forward.

The wails of those soldiers constantly echoed in his ears, and the heads of his confidants and brothers fell one by one.

But he was still fleeing, not daring to remain on the battlefield.

It wasn't that he didn't value loyalty, but Chen Boyu understood what it meant for the Lingxiao Pavilion Martial Emperor to be captured by Teng Jiulou's Martial Emperor.

After finally escaping and retreating to this Hong City, in just these seven days, he had been killed by the Heavenly Martial Great General until only a thousand men remained.

If Xia Feng hadn't come this time, he would have already sent an urgent letter to the Imperial Capital, voluntarily resigning from the position of Lingxiao Pavilion Flying General.

The Lingxiao Pavilion Martial Emperor, the leader of the Tenth Flying Army, Chen Boyu, would never be a person who clings to life ignominiously!

Fifty thousand brothers were almost completely dead, and he, a General, was still alive. It was truly a disgrace.

So, Xia Feng's words, which were similar to provocation, he had long seen through and was immune to.

"Incurable trash."

Xia Feng was silent for a few seconds, then he got up and left the military camp with the Ten Great Saintesses, leaving Chen Boyu alone.

The moment he reached outside the tent, Xia Feng stopped.

He turned his head and left a sentence behind.

"There are many Generals who lose battles, but for their country and people, they are still heroes."

"But a General who is completely dejected after a battle and only seeks death will forever be the shame of the Empire. Don't think you can be spared just because you are the Lingxiao Pavilion Martial Emperor."

After speaking, Xia Feng turned and left, not staying for another second.

The shame of the Empire... Heh heh.

Chen Boyu looked at Xia Feng's retreating figure and couldn't help but let out a tragic laugh.

How could this young master of the Imperial Family, who had not experienced war, understand the cruelty of war?

He knew Xia Feng's talent was strong and his Realm was high, but this was war.

War is a place where two armies clash and fight to the death.

By tomorrow, when General Gu Sha's thirty thousand strong army is routed under Xia Feng's command, this Imperial Son who asks 'Why don't they eat meat?' will no longer be able to say such words.

Chen Boyu slowly got up, his expression indifferent, and walked out, beginning to arrange for the remaining armored soldiers to strengthen Hong City's defensive fortifications.

After General General Gu Sha returned to the military camp, he arranged Xia Feng's orders for the Generals under him.

Many in the Gu Sha Army didn't understand why everyone had to go to sleep at midnight, but military orders were like a mountain, and they could only obey.

Night fell.

Deep night arrived, and all thirty thousand of the Gu Sha Army went to sleep at the same time.

Meanwhile, Xia Feng sat atop the City Lord's Mansion, one leg dangling as he gazed at the bright moon in the sky.

"Time is up."

Xia Feng nodded slightly, and under the protection of the Ten Girls, he sat cross-legged and gradually fell asleep.

At this moment, the Dream Pearl within Xia Feng's body faintly emitted a golden light.

The entire pearl spun frantically, as if overdrawing something.

Xia Feng silently recited in his heart, dragging the thirty thousand Generals and soldiers into this dream world together.

Gradually, countless sleeping soldiers all dreamt of a scene.

The Imperial Son from the daytime suddenly wore a suit of golden armor, standing before them at this moment, his eyes slowly sweeping across, examining everyone.

The Dream Pearl could bring ten people into sleep and gain cultivation feedback.

But without performing cultivation feedback, Xia Feng found that he could simultaneously pull tens of thousands of people into sleep together.

Although this kind of dream was blurry and they couldn't gain cultivation feedback after waking up, the training and military strategies learned in the dream were real.

This was similar to how Xia Naiwu and Huang Xiaoqian had followed Xia Feng into the dream for cultivation before; they also couldn't gain cultivation feedback, but they could still erupt with the Aura of a Martial Emperor at the Martial Venerable Realm.

So during the day, Xia Feng had been thinking about a way to defeat the Heavenly Martial Great General.

Finally, he found a method in the dream.

"War is a matter of great importance to the state, a place of life and death, a path to survival or ruin, and must not be overlooked!"

Suddenly, Xia Feng, standing before the thirty thousand men, spoke abruptly.

His voice resounded through the clouds, like thunder exploding in the sky.

The thirty thousand soldiers felt their attention instantly drawn, and then they all sat on the ground, listening to Xia Feng lecture on military strategy.

Over three hundred years, Xia Feng thoroughly dissected Sun Tzu's Art of War from his previous life, injecting it bit by bit into the minds of these soldiers.

After everyone had absorbed and comprehended it, Xia Feng began to arrange the thirty thousand men into groups for practical combat drills.

In this dream world, although pain was the same as in reality, people wouldn't truly die.

Every armored soldier who was defeated in combat against an opponent would revive moments later.

Stratagems, feigned maneuvers, surprise attacks, leading troops in two routes to set up ambushes...

For thousands of years, Xia Feng had been training everyone.

Slowly, the Aura of these armored soldiers also underwent a qualitative change.

They had fought and cooperated with their comrades for thousands of years, reaching the peak of tacit understanding.

It was almost to the point where if you looked at me, I would know what you planned to do next.

Coupled with Xia Feng's drills, these armored soldiers slowly became experienced veterans of hundreds of battles.

Death was not terrifying, because they could strengthen themselves through death, gain richer experience, and understand under what circumstances they could reverse the outcome of a battle and defeat the enemy.

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Chapter 152: The Imperial Son's Military Talent Is Actually So Extraordinary?

The sun rose in the Oriental.

The soldiers of the Gu Sha Army who woke up on the second day felt a little dazed.

A full ten thousand years of drills, those memories swept through their minds like a tide.

Military strategy, combat techniques, Formations, alliances and sweeps...

The thirty thousand soldiers looked at their comrades beside them, never feeling that the person before them was so familiar one day.

That feeling was like the telepathy between twins...

Xia Feng descended from the sky, slowly landing before everyone.

When the soldiers of the Gu Sha Army saw the arrival, their bodies trembled, and then they knelt down and roared at him.

"Greetings, Imperial Son!"

The roar of thirty thousand people shot straight into the clouds, startling even Chen Boyu.

This unparalleled Aura...

He, who had spent the entire day leading people to reinforce the fortifications, looked at the direction of the thirty thousand men in shock.

He was also a person who led troops, and he clearly knew what that Aura meant.

Only an army of victors who had survived countless battles andFight with their own troops... would have such an unstoppable, invincible morale!

But Xia Feng had not been in contact with them for more than a day. Why was this?

Chen Boyu was completely baffled, while General General Gu Sha was also filled with shock.

He had not been pulled into the dream by Xia Feng last night, so naturally, he didn't know about the changes in his army.

Thirty thousand men had just slept together, and then they woke up immediately obedient to Xia Feng, with surging Battle Intent.

This kind of thing was a bit beyond his understanding.

Actually, Xia Feng had considered pulling General Gu Sha into the sleep with him.

But thinking of the other party's Martial Emperor Realm, Xia Feng ultimately abandoned this idea.

The energy of the Dream Pearl was limited. Although there was no cultivation feedback, the energy consumed by pulling in one more Martial Emperor would likely cause the thirty thousand people to overload.

Moreover, the matter of the Dream Pearl...