Generally speaking, splitting up your forces during a field encounter is actually a major taboo, because while it's easy to separate, reassembling them is extremely difficult and could cause everything to fall apart.
But one must dare to act, dare to bet, dare to fight, to hope for the most satisfying result.
After the Naman Tribe's army collapsed, it was basically a hunt.
Zheng Fan had seen many similar scenes; the Yan people are particularly adept at this type of warfare, breaking you down, changing you from an army into a flock of sheep.
"My lord doesn't seem very happy?" A Ming spoke up.
"The opponent was too weak, there's no sense of accomplishment."
Then,
Zheng Fan waved to the people around him protecting him, saying:
"Go ahead, don't let the big fish get away."
Chase and escape is destined not to be something that can be resolved quickly. After all, most on both sides have four legs. At this time, if we can seize the opportunity to catch more of their big fish, we can minimize the chances of them regrouping and posing a threat to you again.
Once this is settled, we can advance further, coordinating with Liang Cheng's forces to crash the Naman Tribe's main camp. This expedition should then draw to a close.
In fact,
Zheng Fan thought, even if he didn't go to help Liang Cheng, with Liang Cheng's capability, although leading not many troops, they were genuine elite Snow Sea cavalry, Liang Cheng alone could probably handle that crown prince.
Very nonchalantly tossed the cigarette butt aside,
Zheng Fan stretched out languidly,
A long sigh escaped his throat,
and he said to A Ming:
"I want to take a bath."
"My lord, there's a deep pond right beside here."
"I want a hot bath."
"Subordinate will heat the water for you."
"I want a massage."
"Subordinate also…"
Zheng Fan glanced at A Ming.
A Ming nodded,
Got it,
You mean Siniang.
...
"I must say, you're recovering well now."
In the dungeon,
The Wild King's hand reached through the bars to grab a handful of peanuts from the plate in front of him.
Sitting outside the bars was the Sword Saint.
"Thanks to you, not bad."
The Sword Saint poured two cups of wine, placing one on the Wild King's side of the bars, holding the other himself.
"Hey, it must be boring to stay in the city?" The Wild King asked.
The Sword Saint, after all, was a man of the streets, used to freedom. Although Snow Sea Pass was big, to him, it felt like living in a small space.
"Not too bad, sending the kids to school every day, waiting for the wife to come home and cook in the evening."
"And after that?"
The Wild King asked while popping peanuts into his mouth.
"Oh, I forgot, your body hasn't completely healed yet, haha."
The Sword Saint sipped his wine.
"By this time, Lord Zheng should already have reached the Naman Tribe."
"I heard you were the one giving advice?"
"Seems like they really see you as one of them. The people at that Earl's Mansion are peculiar indeed. He's not an emperor, and his background is quite ordinary, yet in just a few years, he managed to recruit so much talent?
Take that blind man,
Not exaggerating, not boasting,
If I hadn't fallen,
I wouldn't even bat an eye to offer him the position of Grand Tutor."
The Sword Saint nodded, having lived in Shengle City for a long time, and also having spent considerable time with Zheng Fan and his demon lords.
"Maybe some people just have good luck."
"Well, I actually don't have bad luck, if it weren't for being crippled by you and getting cut down with a single sword, I'd be free on the snowfields right now."
There's plenty of time in the dungeon, not many matters, lots of replaying of past events.
In the Wild King's view, his downfall was directly caused by the Sword Saint cutting down Geremu outside Snow Sea Pass with a single sword.
If Geremu were still alive, the Yan Army might not have been able to hold Snow Sea Pass. Had I not been trapped there, the decisive battle at Wang River would not have occurred, and I would have returned triumphantly and easily unified the entire snowfield.
But the two great foes,
were now able to sit together, drink wine, and snack.
However, there was no mutual admiration between the two.
For the Sword Saint,
A peaceful life was rich yet inevitably too calm, so he came to see the Wild King,
seeing him so miserable,
brought joy to his heart.
For the Wild King, the dungeon imprisoning him had very few visitors, and he was pleased to have the Sword Saint come to chat.
"Actually, I know what you mean, you probably find it hard to understand why I'm now strategizing with the Earl's Mansion against the snowfields?
Wait a minute, you should understand, because you used to do the same thing, didn't you?"
Betraying Emperor Jin,
Killing the old patriarch of the Situ Family,
Things like that, you Sword Saint aren't unfamiliar with.
"I'm not like you." The Sword Saint insisted.
"The same destination reached by different paths."
The Wild King reached out, grabbed another handful of peanuts, and continued peeling them, while saying:
"Look at the kind of life you're living now. After I failed, truly, your mission was accomplished. Right now, in this Snow Sea Pass, aren't you just living your own quiet life?
You've seen the highs and lows, been through what you should, and although you're a man of the streets, you've always wanted to do something for Jin State, and you have tried, though the outcome was pretty much a mess."
"..." Sword Saint.
"I did a bit better, I nearly succeeded, but... sigh, ultimately, I also failed. To be honest, even if I don't devise any plans now, give the Earl's Mansion a few more years to prepare, and the snowfields, wouldn't just be a place they could come and go as they please?"
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