King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 386 - 155: Journey Along the Taihe River: Shi Feiyang’s Strategy and Ripples of Love

However, the Ming Army suffered a devastating defeat at the Battle of Weishan, the battlefield littered with corpses, the earth soaked in blood, countless brave soldiers perished, the army suffered heavy losses and was severely weakened.

This heavy blow plunged the already difficult battlefield situation into a quagmire of stalemate, hard to escape. The news spread, the air thick with the scent of blood and despair, the world shrouded in gloom, with no glimpse of victory in sight.

Weishan, located in the southeastern part of the Korean Peninsula, is tightly surrounded by mountains. Its terrain is uneven, resembling a giant dragon lying dormant in the earth, its body winding, hiding endless mysteries.

The winding outlines seem like the mysterious carvings of time, each twist telling ancient tales.

To the north and east of Weishan, mountain ranges stretch endlessly, like a majestic Great Wall sculpted by nature’s hand.

These mountains rise one after another, with winding paths and complex terrain like an intricate maze.

The mountain bodies are dotted with rugged rocks and steep cliffs, the valleys cloaked in dark, deep shadows.

For the army, such terrain is undoubtedly a huge obstacle, greatly restricting rapid movement and precise tactical deployments.

Every valley might harbor enemy ambushes; every mountain pass is like an insurmountable natural barrier.

In this complex terrain, unpredictable variables lurk, ruthlessly testing the wisdom and decisive command of the generals.

Only those commanders with outstanding military skills and steadfast will can find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.

Shi Feiyang was filled with worry, his brows tightly knitted, his eyes heavy with gravity.

He moved silently, with steady steps, slowly advancing towards the mountains towering into the clouds, seeming to connect with the heavens.

His posture was agile, his steps firm and strong, each step solid as if to absorb the strength of the earth into his body.

The deerskin pouch at his waist, imperceptible to ordinary people, swayed gently with his steps, as if whispering about the crucial role it was about to play.

When he reached the edge of the mountains, Shi Feiyang skillfully extracted money, provisions, bows, and horses from the deerskin pouch. In this perilous and seemingly desperate battle, these supplies were like sparks of hope dancing in the darkness, crucial aids in turning the tide and altering destiny.

They carried the hope of survival, bore the dawn of victory, each bag of grain, each bow, and each warhorse seemingly radiating a brilliant glow. After retrieving the supplies, Shi Feiyang suddenly lifted his head, calling out loudly for Xie Wen to come over.

His voice was firm and powerful, akin to the ringing of a great bell, echoing continuously over the vast and deathly silent battlefield.

The sound startled a few crows resting on the battered walls.

They cawed, flapping their wings, flying into the distance, their shrill cries seemingly mourning the cruel war.

Xie Wen hurried over, and Shi Feiyang, with a serious and solemn expression, spoke with sincerity and urgency: "Xie Wen, go immediately and inform General Li Song that I, Shi Feiyang, have prepared these funds, provisions, bows, and horses specifically to assist the Ming Army. The lives of the frontline soldiers hang in the balance, the success or failure of the battle hinges on this moment, these supplies are of utmost importance. Ensure General Li Song brings his troops to collect them immediately, without delay!"

After a brief pause, Shi Feiyang’s gaze grew even more resolute as he continued: "And then, together with General Li Song, lead the Ming Army and our Heroic Sakura Association warriors, immediately rushing to Weishan. Now that the Weishan battle is in a critical state, we must spare no effort to support the struggling Ming Army. With the country in peril, I, Shi Feiyang, am willing to give everything, only hoping to drive back the invaders soon, return peace to the nation, and protect the citizens for eternal peace!"

Xie Wen, upon hearing this, was filled with shock and admiration, nodded heavily, and quickly obeyed.

Then, Shi Feiyang volunteered actively, speaking generously to those present: "I request to lead the Heroic Sakura Association disciples as the vanguard to make the initial assault. Although our Heroic Sakura Association is not a regular army, our determination to protect the country is no less than anyone else’s. I am willing to be the first, to open a path of blood for the Ming Army, to fulfill the mission with my blood, to practice loyalty with actions!" After speaking, Shi Feiyang led the team, first heading towards the direction of the Taihe River.

His determined silhouette stood like a majestic, unshakable mountain, showcasing fearless courage and the great spirit of selfless dedication, stirring boundless respect in the hearts of everyone.

Upon learning of Shi Feiyang’s actions, Li Song was deeply moved and couldn’t help but exclaim: "Hero Shi’s deed is truly an act of great righteousness! He gives everything selflessly, leading his followers into battle without reservation; such broad-mindedness and selfless dedication is a model for us all. We must fight bravely, not letting Hero Shi’s expectations down! Hero Shi, with his own efforts, shoulders the nation’s heavy responsibilities, bringing hope to our Ming Army, his kindness will never be forgotten, we will repay it with our lives!" The disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association watched as Shi Feiyang’s figure grew distant, their love and admiration for him deepening evermore in their hearts.

They silently vowed in their hearts to follow Shi Feiyang, to fight bloodily for the country’s peace, whatever the cost.

The Taihe River is like a silver ribbon dance, flowing gracefully across the vast land, sparkling with enchanting light.

The sunlight cascaded down, making the river’s surface shimmer with fine glimmers, like countless tiny diamonds joyfully bouncing.

The river wind howled, stirring the water, causing ripples upon ripples, lapping against the riverbank, making a "splashing" sound, as if telling the story of the trials and heroism experienced by this land, along with those unknown heroic deeds.