Published: March 7, 2025
Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty: Are You Tired?
The Sword Spirit sighed in thought, saying, "However, once you reach a certain level, you must go to the Middle Heaven or the Upper Heaven. It’s just that in this Lower Heaven, it’s hard to improve."
Chu Yang frowned, glancing at Wu Qianqian, who wore a face of surprise, and silently said, "I will consult her opinion when the time comes."
The current battlefield situation was stalemated, and Diwu Qingrou seemed to be venting her energy like a frenzy. Iron Cloud could only passively defend. For this incredibly abnormal phenomenon, Iron Dragon City found it hard to believe!
The winds do not blow all morning, nor do sudden rains last all day! Diwu Qingrou knew this principle well; such a bombardment would eventually lead to fatigue and the need for rest. However, if Iron Cloud counterattacked then, Diwu Qingrou would be in a very difficult position.
Why would this sage of a generation make such an obvious mistake?
Chu Yang felt indifferent; he simply maintained a steady watch over his three hundred thousand troops. No matter how fiercely Diwu Qingrou bombarded, Chu Yang remained as unmovable as a mountain!
He was certain that Diwu Qingrou had ulterior motives!
When the plot reaches its climax, that will be Diwu Qingrou's moment of decisive battle!
Moreover, this was a tactic. Both sides would be weary! The soldiers of Great Zhao were physically tired but mentally invigorated! Seeing their nemesis forced to retreat while they could attack freely, this kind of upliftment as a soldier was unparalleled.
On the other hand, Iron Cloud felt repressed and stifled; facing the enemy's bombardment, they could only shrink back in defense, using all their strength to hold the line and prevent it from being destroyed.
How could that not be frustrating!
But they could not act rashly; once a gap appeared in the defense line, Diwu Qingrou's army would quickly concentrate and exploit that gap, sweeping through the entire army!
This was clear to everyone. Because for each attack, three brigades were deployed in different directions, with two brigades skirmishing and one brigade charging forward; it was evident that if there was even a slight mistake here, those two brigades would immediately participate and tear the hole wider!
If reinforcements were called from other camps, then the attacking forces would have an opportunity.
Diwu Qingrou's tactics were insane yet effective!
Chu Yang had an inkling: it seemed that Diwu Qingrou was deliberately forcing all the armies of both nations to a breaking point, a situation of extreme desperation, and then fight to the death!
Chu Yang realized this but could not believe it: why? Diwu Qingrou had no reason to do this!
Thus, he could only slowly continue his speculations, steadily dealing with the fierce onslaught and attacks of the Great Zhao Army!
The Great Zhao Army swept in like a storm, only to recede shortly after, coming wave after wave, seemingly tireless.
However, the anticipated attack from the Golden Horse Knights Hall did not come.
“Your Majesty, the morale of our troops is a bit unstable.” One day, while Chu Yang was in his tent, Wu Kuangyun strode in with a worried expression, “Everyone feels very oppressed. If this continues, when will it end?”
“Is it the brothers’ morale that is unstable, or your morale that is unstable?” Chu Yang looked up and shot him a sideways glance.
“Uh… actually, I just came to ask if the Grand Marshal and Your Majesty had any instructions…” Wu Kuangyun’s face turned red.
“Wait.” Chu Yang suddenly felt that if it continued like this, the morale within the army might plummet. Although Wu Kuangyun had a hot temper, he was a renowned general, and if he felt this way, how could the ordinary troops remain calm?
Measures needed to be taken.
Chu Yang’s eyes darted around, and he beckoned Wu Kuangyun to come closer, saying, “After you go back, do this… When the Great Zhao Army attacks again, do it like this…”
Wu Kuangyun’s eyes lit up, nodding repeatedly, and then he gave Chu Yang a thumbs up in admiration before rushing out like a gust of wind.