When doing things, you can be urgent, but you must not panic.
At the sa ti, a person must learn to have self-awareness.
So, even though Lord Zheng knows that his reputation in the Yan Army is significant, and he is favored by the Lord Jingnan, ultimately, he is not an "indigenous" of the Jingnan Army.
Those generals like Chen Yang treat him with courtesy and acknowledgnt, but there isn't the kind of camaraderie that develops from sharing a pot of soup. There's a certain sense of estrangent between them.
Moreover, in the Jingnan Army, including the entire Eastern Conquest Army at present, the person who can really make decisions unchallenged is Tian Wujing.
Therefore, without Tian Wujing coming forward to give orders and without the king's command, wanting to mobilize an entire army is underestimating the military discipline under Tian Wujing's command.
However,
The enthusiasm of the masses cannot be ignored; it indeed exists.
So, at this ti, a "proxy" is needed to co forward.
Back when the studio was first opened, things were quite difficult, and at the most struggling point, everyone didn't even have living expenses;
Zheng Fan took everyone at the studio to a nearby real estate sales office to work as decoys, earning two hundred yuan a day plus a al,
and thus they got through those tough tis.
And this ti, the decoy Zheng Fan found was Li Fusheng.
Zheng Fan's "performance" was brilliant,
but to achieve the kind of unconditionally following presence as Lord Jingnan with his gilded armor was clearly impossible, even if he used his own energy to amplify his voice. Most of the Yan Army soldiers were still hesitant.
Especially the generals from the Jingnan Army, who were utterly confused.
But as Zheng Fan slashed a Chu person, and Li Fusheng's cavalry began their charge, the Yan Army phalanx finally began to move along.
The Chu people, who had been looting food and starving for days, were already weak and weaponless, and now they were in chaos, really not much different from a flock of lambs in front of organized elite cavalry.
Li Fusheng's cavalry charged straight into the Chu people, blades swinging, hooves stomping, and the Chu's wails echoed all around.
The rest of the Yan Army, without orders, began to join in, and soon group after group, wave after wave of Yan cavalry charged towards the gathering point of the Chu people.
This is actually another form of "military whistle",
where soldiers begin to react collectively in the absence of an order from their superior.
And those high-rank generals appeared sowhat restrained.
On one hand, they indeed hadn't received a military order; they only saw Zheng Fan riding Pixiu rally everyone to kill captives. The ingrained military discipline made them reluctant to follow Zheng Fan's commands at this mont;
On the other hand, everyone knew of Zheng Fan's connection with Prince Jingnan. Zheng Fan's abrupt actions might have the backing of their own prince.
So, these officers chose not to enforce restrictions on their subordinates promptly, implicitly allowing the situation.
In short,
The rhythm,
Had been set.
The Yan Army raised their blades and slaughtered the fleeing Chu people.
And Zheng Fan, who stirred up this wave,
Didn't plunge into it further, nor did he, like Li Fusheng, indulge in the so-called feast of blood.
After all, the situation is already set without his direct involvent;
So he let himself rest and took a mont of indulgence.
The tip of his blade dipped down, blood dripped slowly from its edge, as the Pixiu beneath him turned its head to glance at Zheng Fan on its back. It actually wanted to play, but for so reason, its "companion in need" suddenly quieted down.
The cries of the Chu echoed incessantly, not lodious by any ans, but Lord Zheng, having been through countless battles before, was accustod to it.
He lifted his head,
Gazing into the distance,
In his heart,
There was no longer the shock and dread he felt when he initially received this order from Prince Jingnan.
Instead, he felt slightly light, almost floating.
It was a strange feeling, neither fond nor repulsed by it.
The Pixiu beneath him tried taking a step forward, seeing no reaction from Zheng Fan; it started moving further ahead.
Just when it was about to gleefully charge into the crowd to trample,
Zheng Fan suddenly tightened the reins around its neck.
"Roar!"
The Pixiu voiced its displeasure but obeyed Zheng Fan's command, turning away from the battlefield and heading northward.
Gradually,
The cries and screams began to fade,
Not because the Chu prisoners were all killed, even slaughtering forty thousand pigs isn't an easy task in a short ti.
As the distance increased, the chaos naturally receded sowhat.
The Pixiu pawed the ground discontentedly,
Zheng Fan dismounted and walked to the riverbank.
He mimicked Tian Wujing, crouched down by the river, scooped a handful of water, and splashed it on his face.
The water was a bit cold, with a slight earthy taste.
Zheng Fan shook his head,
And sat down on the bank.
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