Published: March 7, 2025
Chapter 412: Even Calling Father Won't Work!
The generals were all shocked!
This Lord Imperial Seat is truly direct! He gets straight to the point without any preamble. Has there ever been a leader like this throughout history?
The Lord Imperial Seat was flipping through a small booklet in his hands, while a royal guard beside him stole a glance and nearly burst into laughter. The handwriting on this booklet was as ugly as a tortoise crawling, and it was indeed the handwriting of Martial Great General Wu Kuangyun.
This was precisely what Chu Yang had forced Wu Kuangyun to write in an hour, detailing the understanding of the generals and their respective characteristics. These men were all old subordinates of Wu Kuangyun, so he certainly knew their strengths inside and out.
And Chu Yang planned to use this information to arrange for the generals.
Facing the weary soldiers outside the city, this battle would not be difficult to fight. Moreover, Tie Butian's intention was to have Chu Yang use this battle to drill the troops.
"Wu Yi!?" Chu Yang furrowed his brows and read aloud.
"End... End... End that end... End general!" Wu Yi shot up straight, embodying the valor of a soldier, but his severe stutter greatly diminished his image.
A wave of low laughter spread among the generals.
Chu Yang was momentarily stunned. He raised his head and asked, "You are the vice commander?"
"End... End... End that end..." Wu Yi was stammering, with foam flying from his mouth.
Wu Kuangyun quickly interjected from the side, translating, "Reporting to the great commander, he wants to say: I am indeed the one!"
"Oh..." Chu Yang looked at the laughter below and suddenly changed his expression, slamming the table: "What are you laughing at?!"
The generals were taken aback.
"What are you laughing about? Is it funny?" Chu Yang glared at them fiercely: "Do you think it's hilarious that he stutters while you don’t? Laughing at your own brother? Hmm? You all are really united! Is stuttering that funny? Speak up!"
He slammed the table heavily.
Silence fell!
"Wu Yi!"
"Here!"
"I command you to immediately lead fifty thousand elite soldiers out of the city to challenge the enemy! Pay attention! After engaging the enemy, you don’t need to inflict heavy casualties, just draw the enemy's troops out, and then return immediately with your men!"
"Understood!" Wu Yi puffed out his chest.
"Go."
"Yes!"
Wu Yi accepted the order and marched out.
Chu Yang then called out a few more generals' names. Essentially, every hour, fifty thousand troops would engage in a harassment mission.
Yes, harassment.
Long Ao was in a tragic situation.
He was secretly having his troops clear the collapsed mountain, needing to turn this side into a slope where horses could gallop up, allowing them to leave this place.
Of course, this work was extremely covert, hidden under deliberate concealment, and it was nearing completion.
At this moment, the city gate suddenly creaked open, and a wave of troops surged out. The leader, a general, shouted in the moonlight, "Long... Long... Long... Ao! Do you dare to fight me... I... I... I..."
Long Ao was instantly furious. What a jerk, coming to challenge him at such a critical moment, and what's more, he was a stutterer...
But not responding was not an option, as the opponent had already charged over! If they broke into the camp... he wasn’t afraid of disturbing the army, but he was afraid they would discover what he was doing behind the scenes. Even if one person escaped back to Wu Kuangyun, giving him a heads-up, it would lead to his own annihilation.
Thus, Long Ao had to hastily send troops to resist.
Little did he know that just as things were getting chaotic, the stuttering general shouted, "Tomorrow... tomorrow... tomorrow again..."
Before he could finish, he vanished from sight.
Long Ao was so enraged that he smashed his cup in the command tent.
An hour later, another wave came. This wave crashed through the Great Zhao Army's front camp, killing and burning before retreating.
Another hour passed... another wave...