Chapter 33 Surrender

After its formation, the aristocratic family class has developed to a stage of prosperity. Have the ability to influence a country's military affairs and general trend.

They are so intertwined with each other, due to marriage and interests, that there is me among you, and you among me.

Therefore, the battles between aristocratic families are often not straightforward. They often resort to intrigues and calculations and end in compromise.

In fact, it is the same for any class in power. When a family was formed, it had its historical inevitability. They originated from hundreds of schools of thought, shouldered the responsibility of educating the world, and played a huge role. But when they become the ruling class of society, they will change. It is the same with any class. Once they have power, they want to hold it permanently.

For the sake of eternity, they will compromise, whether internally or externally. Even if you know clearly that there are things you shouldn't do, you still have to do them. Because their position and their interests determine their behavior.

As the number one family in Yangnan Road, the Mu family has a strict family tradition and a clean reputation. However, the Mu family's actions must still take into account the interests and opinions of the class they live in. Otherwise, it will be a betrayal of the class and the foundation of their own footing. .

Everyone has different ideas, and every family has different ambitions. Constraining each other and compromising each other are the status quo.

Of course, this mutually constraining relationship is a good thing for Zhu Bingkun - although it doesn't make much difference to Zhu Bingkun whether he can keep cutting and sorting things out, or whether he can cut them and sort them out.

At that time, Zhu Bingkun personally led 400 soldiers and attacked for thirty miles in two seconds. Before the Yangshawan camp could react, he surrounded it.

Yes, four hundred troops surrounded the Yangshawan camp with five thousand troops.

Among them, one hundred soldiers blocked the Cuiping Mountain trail behind the camp, while Zhu Bingkun led the other three hundred soldiers to the main gate of the camp.

"My first choice is to start here. Firstly, Jiangyang is the east water and land strategic point of Yangnan Road, and the east exit is. Secondly, it is because the garrison of the Yangshawan camp is under the orders of the Mu family."

Zhu Bingkun turned over and dismounted, and asked people to call for formation. He said to the left and right: "As far as the information is concerned, the Mu family, as the number one family in Yangnan Road, has a clean family tradition. There are five thousand soldiers and horses in Yangshawan who obey the Mu family. It is the most elite team in Yangnan Road and can be used immediately."

"Our troops are too small and must be expanded as soon as possible. But the new recruits need time to practice." Zhu Bingkun looked at the brightly lit camp and said calmly: "The Mu family is innocent, so it can be used. Although the family is decayed, it is the one who emerges from the mud and remains untainted. Even more rare. The empire tolerates everything, even a mere Mu family can tolerate it."

Only then did you know Zhu Bingkun's plan.

It was clear that he wanted to subdue the Mu family by subduing the elite soldiers of the Yangshawan camp.

"No wonder the general didn't attack immediately."

How could a mere camp, not to mention the cliffs and dangerous peaks halfway up the mountain, be able to stop the elite soldiers of the empire?

It is not self-effacing to say that although the five thousand soldiers and horses of Yangshawan are known as elites, with the ability of the soldiers, up to a hundred people can be easily defeated and strangled.

Zhang Zhaohu came to the front wall of the camp wearing a sword and saw it by the firelight, and his heart sank. The night was thick, and there were many shadowy figures under the steep slope of the village wall. The armor that was armed to the teeth reflected the light, and there were no one knows how many there were.

What really made Zhang Zhaohu uneasy was the fact that these people took the initiative to call for formation. If it were him, he would definitely launch an attack quietly and take the initiative to call for formation. No matter what the intention was, there was only one reason, and that was to be confident enough.

"General Zhang Zhaohu, whoever is coming please tell me his name!"

Zhang Zhaohu pressed his knife and roared.

The soldiers who were calling the formation no more than ten steps away from the camp shouted: "The Great Xia soldiers are here. Zhang Zhaohu, quickly open the camp gate and capture them without any effort."

This sound was like thunder, which made Zhang Zhaohu's energy and blood surge, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart: "Where did Daxia come from, where did the heavenly soldiers come from?! You rebellious ministers and traitors, how dare you speak such arrogant words! Come here, take my bow!"

Then some people brought carved bows and iron arrows. Zhang Zhaohu opened his bow and set the arrow, and shouted loudly: "Attack!"

A stream of light arrows flashed slightly, condescendingly, but only ten or twenty steps away, there was a bang, and the arrow suddenly arrived!

The soldier didn't seem to hear anything. When the arrow came to his eyes, he saw that he had raised one of his hands at some point, and with a snap, he was holding the arrow at his fingertips!

An explosive force exploded on the arrow. The soldier let out a sigh, and a wisp of red flame-like blood flashed past. The arrow instantly turned into powder and scattered on the ground.

Zhang Zhaohu shot an arrow with enough energy. He thought that even a top master in the world would be shot to death by him in such a short distance. However, when he saw the soldier holding the arrow lightly, he couldn't help but feel moved. shock.

"Capture him."

Zhu Bingkun's voice was like falling from the sky, shaking the soldiers on the wall of the village to stagger. The soldier received the order, stepped forward, and like a cannonball, he came to the wall of the village like lightning, and was about to meet Zhang Zhaohu with a knife in his pocket!

The soldier ignored him and allowed Zhang Zhaohu to slash him with his sword. One of his hands came first and exploded with a bang. He pinched Zhang Zhaohu's shoulders and pulled him in front of him.

Zhang Zhaohu felt that his shoulders were as hot as fire, and a force as strong as a knife instantly penetrated his whole body, causing him to lose all resistance. The light of the knife struck the soldier's face, and it was already limp and without any lethality.

His heart was cold and he was at a loss.

...

The process of subduing the Yangshawan camp was easier than Zhu Bingkun expected. Zhang Zhaohu was captured, and the morale of all the troops in the camp suddenly lost.

It’s not that the soldiers and horses are not elite enough. From Zhu Bingkun’s perspective, he can completely see how elite the soldiers and horses are. At least in the Ming Dynasty of the former Great Xia Dynasty, the only one who can surpass these soldiers and horses is Grandpa Qi’s Qi family army. Even the white-pole soldiers of Qin Liangyu and General Qin were only on par with each other, even one point behind.

The general environment of this world is actually different - after subduing this army, Zhu Bingkun already understood.

In this world, there is the so-called martial arts, which is the cultivation of true energy. Most of the generals in the army are such masters. For example, Zhang Zhaohu, although not well-known in the world, is definitely a top-notch figure.

Once such a person puts on heavy armor, mounts a war horse, and charges into battle, he will be an enemy of thousands of people.

The army in this world relies heavily on the force of generals. Once a general is killed or captured, morale will plummet - there is nothing you can do if it doesn't fall. Personal strength plays a huge role in this world. There is a huge gap between powerful warriors and ordinary soldiers.

Once the generals lose the suppression, ordinary soldiers are no match at all.

"So angry..."

Zhu Bingkun looked at Zhang Zhaohu with great interest: "Come and see what you are doing, General."

Now that he is a prisoner, Zhang Zhaohu has an expressionless face and circulates his true energy. A layer of misty power surrounds him, which is an eye-opener for Zhu Bingkun.