We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Chapter 834: Conquering Rencheng (Part 2)

Chen Pingzhi frowned slightly when he saw the crazy look of this group of bandits.

He could sense the peculiarity of this enemy cavalry.

Different from the small fry we encountered before, this group of people had a desperate bravery and it was obvious that they had seen big scenes.

If they engage in a fight, although the White Robe Army will surely win, it will inevitably waste time and increase unnecessary casualties.

However, Hu Xian beside him was already rubbing his hands in anticipation, his blood boiling: "General Chen, please wait a moment. I will kill this official for you!"

After saying this, without waiting for Chen Ping's response, Hu Xian kicked his horse's belly and rushed forward with his sword in hand, ready to kill.

However, he had only taken a few steps when he was blocked by dozens of silent white-robed cavalrymen who advanced side by side in tacit understanding.

Hu Xian was stunned, reined in his horse, frowned and said unhappily: "Why are you stopping me?"

Chen Pingzhi's calm voice came from behind: "My Lord, don't forget the military order. All actions must be under my command!"

Hu Xian suddenly felt like he was poured with a basin of cold water. Just as he was about to get angry, he remembered the promise he had made.

He could only mutter indignantly: "I didn't forget... I saw that these cavalrymen were very strong, and I was worried that you couldn't handle them and would lose morale..."

Chen Pingzhi shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the cavalry charging ahead. He said calmly, "A battlefield is a life-and-death struggle, not a martial arts brawl. There's no need to compete with them with your bravery."

Then he waved his hand gently.

A deputy commander beside him immediately understood and shouted to the cavalry behind him: "First squad, assemble!"

Suddenly, about fifty riders separated from the white-robed army and walked to the center of the road to face the enemy cavalry that was getting closer and closer.

They did not draw their sabers and charge the enemy like traditional cavalry.

Instead, he quickly took out black, fist-sized iron lumps from the bag next to the saddle.

He lit the fuse with a lighter, calculated the lead time, and threw it towards the accelerating cavalry group of Zhang Lin.

Zhang Lin and his bandits were charging forward with shouts, totally unaware of the enemy's move. Most of them looked bewildered as they watched dozens of black balls emitting green smoke and flying in arcs towards them.

next second.

Boom boom boom boom——

A series of deafening explosions erupted in the narrow streets.

The streets were narrow and not suitable for deploying muskets, but grenades were completely different.

Flames burst out and fragments flew everywhere. The narrow terrain greatly enhanced the killing effect of the explosion.

The shouts of people and the neighing of horses were instantly drowned out by the sound of the explosion.

Zhang Lin and his confidants, who were at the front, were the first to be hit. Both they and their horses were blown to pieces, and no one knew where the huge axe flew to.

Broken limbs and weapons flew everywhere, and the walls and the ground were instantly covered with shocking blood-red and charred black colors.

With just one round of throwing, the fierce bandit cavalry, who were so aggressive just now, were smashed to pieces as if by an invisible giant palm, and were completely engulfed in a sea of ​​fire and thick smoke.

The surviving war horses were frightened and ran around wildly, making the already chaotic scene even worse.

Hu Xian, who was standing behind, was stunned, his mouth opened so wide that an egg could fit in.

After a long while, he murmured, "Oh my goodness...oh my goodness! Are grenades this powerful?!"

"With such a powerful weapon, wouldn't all our hard-trained martial arts be useless?"

He finally understood what Chen Pingzhi meant by "not showing off one's courage as a common man".

It's not about bravery, it's all about the power of the explosion, right?

Chen Pingzhi's face showed no smugness. He didn't even glance at the endgame in front of him, and pointed his sword forward again:

"Clear the path and keep moving!"

The remaining scattered enemies had already been frightened by the terrifying power of the grenade. As soon as someone shouted, they all scattered like birds and beasts.

As for Zhang Lin and his bandit brothers, they had long since vanished without a trace...

It can't be said that they have completely disappeared. At this moment, the streets are full of Zhang Lin, on the walls and on the ground...

By the time the White Robe Army surrounded the Marshal's Mansion, Zheng Mao had already received news that Zhang Lin's entire army had been wiped out.

"General! Captain Zhang and his men encountered the Fengtian Army and were killed in a single encounter! They died a horrible death!"

"The White Robe Army... The White Robe Army is coming soon! Hurry up and leave! It will be too late if you don't leave now!"

The personal guard's face was pale, and he was almost begging.

Zheng Mao seemed not to hear. He just sat in the chair, his face pale, his eyes empty, and he kept muttering:

"It's over... It's all over... I knew long ago that I shouldn't have learned the art of war..."

"I can't even make any name for myself in Confucianism, so how can I become a genius when it comes to military strategy? And how can I possibly defeat those real generals of the Fengtian Army..."

"Scholars shouldn't go to the battlefield. Every profession has its own specialization. The ancients were right..."

He seemed to be completely crazy, immersed in his own world, and numb to the dangers of the outside world.

When the personal guard saw him like this, he knew he could no longer be relied upon.

He stamped his feet, didn't care about him anymore, and ran for his life.

In the empty study, Zheng Mao was the only one left. He sat there in a daze, repeating those useless military rules over and over again.

Until the door of the Marshal's Mansion was knocked open with a loud bang!

There are still many personal soldiers in the Marshal's Mansion who have not escaped. They are loyal servants of the Zheng family and have already been completely brainwashed.

Faced with this group of stubborn people who could not be scared away, Chen Pingzhi showed no mercy and ordered the white-robed soldiers to charge in.

In order to capture the enemy generals alive and obtain intelligence, Chen Ping ordered that no firearms should be used.

Now Hu Xian and others were excited. They finally had a place to use their skills, otherwise they would have just been sightseeing.

Hu Xian held the long sword in his hand and shouted, "Take my blow!"

Then he chopped the oncoming Zheng family soldier with a knife. The soldier was like a sandbag played by a child, making a muffled sound and then flew up.

It crashed into the door of the Marshal's mansion, breaking the wooden door into pieces.

Zheng Mao raised his head blankly, wanting to see what the enemy who ended his career and even his life looked like.

What came into his sight was a group of Fengtian Army soldiers with blood-stained armor and murderous aura.

Surrounded by them was a young general dressed in a spotless white robe, even with a somewhat frail and bookish air.

The man was also looking at him, with no emotion in his eyes, but with a bit of curiosity.

Chen Pingzhi was indeed curious about who this incompetent rebel commander was and who had ruined such a good hand of cards.

Zheng Maoze looked at Chen Pingzhi. This face was completely different from the image of a brave general he had imagined.

His lips trembled, but in the end he said nothing. However, the despair in his eyes deepened.

It turns out it's not that scholars can't fight, it's simply me who can't...